{"id":1825,"date":"2011-03-03T13:02:12","date_gmt":"2011-03-03T12:02:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bakkerbugle.com\/blog\/?p=1825"},"modified":"2011-03-03T13:04:51","modified_gmt":"2011-03-03T12:04:51","slug":"boring-food-just-as-i-hoped","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bakkerbugle.com\/blog\/2011\/03\/03\/boring-food-just-as-i-hoped\/","title":{"rendered":"Boring food, just as I hoped"},"content":{"rendered":"

When the Bugle staff consider blog topics regarding food, they typically look for exotic<\/a> or superior products and experiences<\/a> that might be rare on other continents.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Today, it’s time to recognize the countless products that emulate American favorites. The much-beloved hamburger is a great place to start. We’ll leave the much-disputed history of the hamburger to other<\/a> information<\/a> dispensaries<\/a>. Instead, Will agreed to buy, cook and eat a microwaveable hamburger produced in the British Isles<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Rustlers<\/a> is the name, and the microwave is its range. From plastic packaging to hot and tasty in seconds, it claims. <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Hey, look at that! Complaints are directed to Finglas, not far from our old home in Dublin. Turns out, the Kepak Group is an Irish success story<\/a>. But there’s no need for journalistic disclosure: I learned this after the taste-tasting, and I never ran into an employee of Kepak around town. (There’s a good chance that I ate a Kepak product<\/a> at some point, though.)<\/p>\n

Back to the burger. I have nothing against convenience food. It usually meets my low expectations. And it’s usually convenient.<\/p>\n

On a cold and foggy day in Luxembourg, any warm food would do. What did I hope for? Something like a McDonald’s Hamburger, without having to venture outside my cozy apartment. This looks big enough for dinner. And despite being sold in a Belgian supermarket, it says, “Quarter Pounder” rather than “113.4 Grammer.” So I’m clearly the target market.
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\nI was pleasantly surprised by the packaging of the cheese, which reminded me of the American-style individual wrappings<\/a>.
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\nFake grill lines? Check. Disturbing evidence of mass production? Check. Zap it!
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\nWell, the conveyor-belt marks are gone. Color unchanged. Light grease. Good aroma.
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\nAt this point, I confronted the most difficult choice a convenience-food-reviewer faces: sauce or no sauce? On one hand, the packaging screamed, “NEW SAUCE!” On the other hand, sauces designed for the British and European markets can be, let’s say, odd. To an American palate, at least.<\/p>\n

“Damn the consequences,” I thought. “I’m going for cultural immersion!”
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\nThe finished product:
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\nCut in half, the expert’s method to evaluate taste and mouth-feel.
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\nIn the suggested microwave time, it cooked to just the right temperature.<\/p>\n

Taste? It was everything I expected.<\/p>\n