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As a result of being a regular customer at my favorite mangalica-superpig goods selling merchants, first time in my life, I received whole soft cracklings [of high quality] and ate them! As an Eastern Europaean I never did any drugs in my life, no pills, nor in gas or crystal or any form. Diametrically opposed to US peeps.
However I got instantly addicted to these soft cracklings, just as experts talk about the instant-addictive effects of new/old dangerous drugs.
Until last week I only bought "stone-hard" cracklings from them that needed to be ground "sand" particle size so I could mix it into solid food. My stomach hurt if I mixed in too much, probably because of the hard "sand" quality. Even then it contained "scatter-shots" that I couldn't chew with 44 years old moving teeth.
One in the merchant family - either the husband or the wife - is very skilled in making cracklings - this is their life-business, they sell quality mangalica bacon and fat and its very serendipitous that they opened business at the exact same place, where my favorite merchant sold her pig goods, until she emigrated to Germany.
TEETH:
Strangely these soft super-cracklings acted on me as the first cheese-veal burger on the hardcore vegetarian in Lierre Keith's book The Vegetarian Myth.
Allegedly these cracklings contain a large dose of calories.
My first impression is probably entirely delusional, but after 2 days of eating only 350grams of the stuff, I feel that:
1. the constant inflammation in my jaws and teeth is totally gone.
2. biting down I can no longer detect pain
3. most delusional probably: I don't feel my teeth moving... so much, they feel stabilized, as if not being there. My constantly hurting teeth were always kept them before my attention, but now, I forgot.
4. I hope with the inflammation gone, energy reserves will be freed up that were sacrificed to deal with the inflammation before.
5. Even with the amazing cocktail - thanks to CCC - described in the Sott-editor's super article , I could feel the inflammation effectively reined in, but still "boiling under the surface", like lava or a geyser.
I'll repeat my experiment this week Thursday - (((!!!ADDICTED!!! ;D))) and will report back, WTH is happening.
And the 850nm IR reflectors haven't even arrived yet, to them I assigned all future plans of full teeth + jaw regeneration, so I'm baffled now of WTH is happening???!
In my country cracklings are done by cutting bacon. To 1kg bacon they give ~ 2dl of water, cook about 20 minutes on slow flame, then while constantly stirring the flame is turned to biggest and cooked to completion, when its golden brown. Probably now comes the "magic":
If they want super-smooth cracklings - I'll ask my merchant how they did this super-stuff -, they put 50ml milk into a ladle, take the pot off the stove, take the lid in one hand and fast-pour the milk into the pot, quickly they put the lid back so the hot steam doesn't burn and keep it covered until it stops crackling/sizzling.
When its done, its like light brown pillows, inside tastes creamy and also cracks like crackers, probably contains 1 metric ton of super-addictive taste-bud hijacking + neuron giddifying substances that made my brain crazy...
Pictures of what I'm talking about: looks like the softest one on this picture, NO bacon MEAT on them, just fat and minus the dark brown hard skin parts, because the merchant hand-picked the softest ones as a reward to me. Looked somewhat like these.
Now I feel depressed - why isn't Thursday yet[??!!] (grocery market day) -, like a girl, who fell in love with the love of her life, but was suddenly forbidden to see him and sent to boarding school to make sure the two won't meet.
However I got instantly addicted to these soft cracklings, just as experts talk about the instant-addictive effects of new/old dangerous drugs.
Until last week I only bought "stone-hard" cracklings from them that needed to be ground "sand" particle size so I could mix it into solid food. My stomach hurt if I mixed in too much, probably because of the hard "sand" quality. Even then it contained "scatter-shots" that I couldn't chew with 44 years old moving teeth.
One in the merchant family - either the husband or the wife - is very skilled in making cracklings - this is their life-business, they sell quality mangalica bacon and fat and its very serendipitous that they opened business at the exact same place, where my favorite merchant sold her pig goods, until she emigrated to Germany.
TEETH:
Strangely these soft super-cracklings acted on me as the first cheese-veal burger on the hardcore vegetarian in Lierre Keith's book The Vegetarian Myth.
Allegedly these cracklings contain a large dose of calories.
My first impression is probably entirely delusional, but after 2 days of eating only 350grams of the stuff, I feel that:
1. the constant inflammation in my jaws and teeth is totally gone.
2. biting down I can no longer detect pain
3. most delusional probably: I don't feel my teeth moving... so much, they feel stabilized, as if not being there. My constantly hurting teeth were always kept them before my attention, but now, I forgot.
4. I hope with the inflammation gone, energy reserves will be freed up that were sacrificed to deal with the inflammation before.
5. Even with the amazing cocktail - thanks to CCC - described in the Sott-editor's super article , I could feel the inflammation effectively reined in, but still "boiling under the surface", like lava or a geyser.
I'll repeat my experiment this week Thursday - (((!!!ADDICTED!!! ;D))) and will report back, WTH is happening.
And the 850nm IR reflectors haven't even arrived yet, to them I assigned all future plans of full teeth + jaw regeneration, so I'm baffled now of WTH is happening???!
In my country cracklings are done by cutting bacon. To 1kg bacon they give ~ 2dl of water, cook about 20 minutes on slow flame, then while constantly stirring the flame is turned to biggest and cooked to completion, when its golden brown. Probably now comes the "magic":
If they want super-smooth cracklings - I'll ask my merchant how they did this super-stuff -, they put 50ml milk into a ladle, take the pot off the stove, take the lid in one hand and fast-pour the milk into the pot, quickly they put the lid back so the hot steam doesn't burn and keep it covered until it stops crackling/sizzling.
When its done, its like light brown pillows, inside tastes creamy and also cracks like crackers, probably contains 1 metric ton of super-addictive taste-bud hijacking + neuron giddifying substances that made my brain crazy...
Pictures of what I'm talking about: looks like the softest one on this picture, NO bacon MEAT on them, just fat and minus the dark brown hard skin parts, because the merchant hand-picked the softest ones as a reward to me. Looked somewhat like these.
Now I feel depressed - why isn't Thursday yet[??!!] (grocery market day) -, like a girl, who fell in love with the love of her life, but was suddenly forbidden to see him and sent to boarding school to make sure the two won't meet.
