I am fascinated by these ads. Had a euraka moment today when I came upon this one in an In Touch magazine, or perhaps it was Star. In between snaps of an Amy Winehouse stick figure and Misha Barton’s ridiculously doctored derriere. I musta been starvin’ subliminally cause this Moab Meat jumped out at me. “Somebody get me a sandwich!”, I shrieked.
If meats that confuse scale turn you on, look here and here. Food as landscape freaks me out. I hate to think of walking on such a slicked meat surface. The temptation to lick the bottom of one’s shoe would fascinate and repulse a person. Such a compelling dilemma. Ack.