marshlight
cheese destruction
One of my lifelong goals: to split open an EZ-Cheese can and see what's inside. So fun.
Step one - Take a can of EZ-Cheese to the shooting range. Optional: hitting the empty pressurized zone before hitting the part with cheese in it, thus depriving you of an explosion of Pasteurized Cheese Snack. (Dangit. I'm going to have to try this again just to get that right.)
Step two - Do some preliminary destruction at your leisure.
Step three - Take home. Tightly secure can in vice.
Step four - Slice open with whatever is available. Amazingly, pliers do work.
Step five - Observe the innards. The cheese squishes against a plastic pusher, and the can is pressurized via the nubby on the bottom so that the plastic thing pushes cheese out. MAGIC. I have always wanted to see this up close. I mean I knew how it must have worked, but I wanted to SEE it. So good!
Step six - Enjoy all other angles before becoming overwhelmed by the smell of room temperature dairy. (Bleugh.)
(Just for the record, those are my dad's hands, not mine >.>)
cheese destruction
One of my lifelong goals: to split open an EZ-Cheese can and see what's inside. So fun.
Step one - Take a can of EZ-Cheese to the shooting range. Optional: hitting the empty pressurized zone before hitting the part with cheese in it, thus depriving you of an explosion of Pasteurized Cheese Snack. (Dangit. I'm going to have to try this again just to get that right.)
Step two - Do some preliminary destruction at your leisure.
Step three - Take home. Tightly secure can in vice.
Step four - Slice open with whatever is available. Amazingly, pliers do work.
Step five - Observe the innards. The cheese squishes against a plastic pusher, and the can is pressurized via the nubby on the bottom so that the plastic thing pushes cheese out. MAGIC. I have always wanted to see this up close. I mean I knew how it must have worked, but I wanted to SEE it. So good!
Step six - Enjoy all other angles before becoming overwhelmed by the smell of room temperature dairy. (Bleugh.)
(Just for the record, those are my dad's hands, not mine >.>)