Dead Love: Tuesday Brain Twisters

Misfits, brains—suitable fare for a Tuesday? Well, I just had to fit it in … probably because it’s a little Oliver Twist, and I do love Dickens. Hmmm, well maybe a twist on Twist. Or maybe just twisted. Yes, and it’s a little Sweeney Todd as well. Let’s just admit this is an offal post; they do say the pun is the lowest form of humor and that offal is awful—except when it’s called something lovely like sweetbreads or tripe and it’s on the menu in a five-star restaurant. I was once treated to sweetbreads in a lovely Belgian establishment, and I don’t mean pastry. I sent them away and called for Belgian fries!

But in the tradition of grimy eateries everywhere, here’s what Misfits has to say on the subject (from “Braineaters”):


Brains for dinner
Brains for lunch
Brains for breakfast
Brains for brunch
Brains at every single meal,
Why can’t we have some guts?



And just in case you want to join in for a grumble and a rumble: LISTEN.

—Erin Orison, DEAD LOVE/The Daily Slice