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Monday, October 17, 2011


Here's the rock — not a piece of bone or gristle but an actual stone rock — that I found in the canned corned beef hash I ate for breakfast this morning. Not exactly a "secret toy surprise" like those found in the breakfast foods of my childhood, but I'll take what I can get. I may make it into a necklace. And for those who may be curious, I called the company and spoke with a very nice and rather concerned customer service rep for the company and it went very nicely. I was not at all mad about the fluke having occurred — I'm lucky I have very strong, cavity-free teeth at the age of forty-six — and just called to let them know to check the batch number. I didn't ask for anything in return but they're sending me some replacement coupons.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The most disgusting thing about this is the fact that you eat corned beef for breakfast.