Update On The No Sh*t Article
After Committees of Correspondence left this in the comment section of a recent article, I thought it was only fair to make everyone else squirm with disgust by bringing the news out front.
You ever hear of Ukrainian Salo?Thanks, Committees of Correspondence, I thought Deep Fried Mars Bars was awful, but this takes the cake, fills it with fat, and batters it with chocolate.
I understand they even have it chocolate covered now. ;-)
Pork choc on the menu in UkraineFor years people here have loved pork fat, known as salo.
Normally, small slices of the white fat are eaten with black bread, raw garlic and vodka.
But this new twist is designed to appeal to Ukraine's love of all things fatty.
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For the equivalent of £1 you can now get four small sticks of salo covered in chocolate at Kiev's poshest Ukrainian restaurant.
And you can also get hold of the sweet salo - nicknamed Ukraine's Snickers - in Ruslana's home city of Lviv in Western Ukraine.
"I love it as it's unusual. I was given the first serving of Lviv's chocolate salo. Perhaps they were testing my bravery, but I ate it and I'm still alive!" Ruslana laughs.
But the chocolaty pork fat should come with a health warning, according to Dr Svetlana Fus from the Kiev Medical Research Centre.
Unusual: Pop singer Ruslana says she likes chocolate salo
"It's the worst combination you could have. I think that people should steer clear of the Ukrainian Snickers."The former Soviet republic already has one of the highest death rates from heart disease in Europe.
Ukrainian Snickers
Blech!
Funny thing is it looks like sh*t, and I'm guessing the taste ain't far off from it, too.
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Comments
There was this Ukranian lady named Mrs. Crgdwlp on my block that used to give out homemade chocolate salo on Halloween. When we were kids, there was nothing quite like autumn in the great northeast: piles of leaves to jump into; hot cider on a chilly afternoon; and the sweet, bacon-y scent of fried pigs' assholes in chocolate sauce wafting from Mrs. Crgdwlp's house on the corner.
We used to bring two sets of costumes with us on our trick-or-treating trips so we could make extra stops at Mrs. Crgdwlp's house.
Those were the days.
Posted by: Dave D | July 12, 2006 07:46 AM
Oh my, Dave D, you were a lucky, lucky boy.
I swear you should be writing an article or two on my blog. Freaking funny stuff.
Posted by: Sam | July 12, 2006 01:24 PM