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[/caption]The George Foreman Lean, Mean Fat-Reducing Grilling Machine
I don't care what race, gender, sexual orientation or economic class you came from, you know what the hell this thing is. I went to college dead broke and, trust me, that's the last thing you want to be at an HBCU. The food in our cafeteria was so bad on some days that there was a line to get to the boxed cereal at dinner. And please God, don't let them run out of milk! When I was on my last dime, hungry and considering pawning my Playstation to eat, The George Foreman Grill turned the tides of the economic war.
It started out with just frying bologna on it and slowly grew into having dorm dinners where we'd buy cheap cuts of pork chops and steak and fry them up. Then, one day when I was down to my last ten bucks, I was possessed by the ghost of Hustlemen Past.
I went to the grocery store and bought a box of knock-off Steak-ums, store brand cheese, some bread, a pack of Kool-Aid and paper plates and cups. I went back to the room, opened up my door and placed my box fan facing out into the hall. Then I fried the Steak-Ums on the floor in front of the fan. It took all of two minutes for the dudes across the hall to ask if they could "hold a sandwich."
"Three dollars!"
One of em said no, but the other was too hungry to argue and when I offered to throw in a cup of Kool-Aid, I had him hooked. In ten minutes I was out of Steak-Ums and started selling fried ham and cheese sandwiches for $2 a pop. By the end of the night I had enough money to go back out, put gas in the car and buy some real food.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
Hot Dogs, hamburgers...you name it, room 301 was selling it. I did that at least two weeks straight before the RA tried to shut me down. Gotta pay the authorities off, so he ended up eating for free. I got so gangster with it that I leveled the grill off one day with a real thin book from the library. I poured like a tablespoon of grease in between each of the little slots and made some damn french fries with it.
So today, I give thanks to George Foreman and his might grill. I don't know about knocking out fat, but it sure as hell knocked off hunger pangs.
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