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        "msgid": "a-beef-with-greasy-burgers-and-chocolate-1447893297",
        "date": "1997-07-13 00:00:00",
        "title": "A beef with greasy burgers and chocolate",
        "author": null,
        "source": "JP",
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        "summary": "A beef with greasy burgers and chocolate JAKARTA (JP): I recently took two nephews to one of those hamburger joints in town. Not because I'm the kind of doting uncle who will do anything for the offspring of a collection of sisters and brothers, but because I'd been asked to sort of baby- sit for an hour or two. They don't really need to be baby-sat, what with one of them being 15 and the other about two years younger.",
        "content": "<p>A beef with greasy burgers and chocolate<\/p>\n<p>JAKARTA (JP): I recently took two nephews to one of those<br>\nhamburger joints in town. Not because I'm the kind of doting<br>\nuncle who will do anything for the offspring of a collection of<br>\nsisters and brothers, but because I'd been asked to sort of baby-<br>\nsit for an hour or two.<\/p>\n<p>They don't really need to be baby-sat, what with one of them<br>\nbeing 15 and the other about two years younger. I think that what<br>\nthe sister who gave birth to them wanted more than anything else<br>\nwas to make sure that she had a house to come home to.<\/p>\n<p>You see, the elder son was presented with a chemistry set<br>\nabout a year ago (from a doting aunt). Fascination with it seemed<br>\nnot to have waned, with the result that on one occasion mom and<br>\ndad had to shell out quite a lot of hard-earned rupiah to replace<br>\nwindows; on another, dear son had to have the blackened walls of<br>\nhis room repainted and thoroughly aired (it stank for a day or<br>\ntwo).<\/p>\n<p>The younger lad is a bit on the quieter side, but he, too, has<br>\nan inquisitive streak which once led him to put three<br>\nchicken eggs among his clothes, hook up a bulb in the wardrobe<br>\nfor warmth and wait for the proud moment when three chicks would<br>\nappear and chirp \"mother!\" at him. Guess who also had to have his<br>\nroom totally sprayed and aired after about five days when he<br>\naccidentally busted two of the eggs. Of course, the incidents<br>\nearned them a good dressing down, but mom and dad did not inflict<br>\nany real punishment. After all, the explosions and hatchings<br>\nsprang from an enquiring mind, not from any real nasty plot or<br>\nscheme.<\/p>\n<p>Actually, on my part taking the two out of the house was<br>\nsomething of an act of self-preservation. I didn't want to be a<br>\nvictim of a possible explosion, so one way of preventing that was<br>\nto put a distance between the chemistry set and them. Besides,<br>\nthey asked for hamburgers.<\/p>\n<p>Apart from the odd occurrence now and then when they throw the<br>\nhouse in turmoil with one or the other experiment, they're really<br>\nrather nice, and share with millions of their peers around the<br>\nworld an inordinate fondness for junk food. So here we were at<br>\nthe hamburger joint with me watching them, fascinated, wade<br>\nthrough two mountains (one each) of french fries and jumbo<br>\nmonsters (two each), you know, the ones that have three slices of<br>\nbread. The lot was washed down with three chocolate malts (the<br>\nyounger wanted a second). I confined myself to a coke and<br>\noccasionally dipped into the abundant supply of french fries.<\/p>\n<p>I admit that I had some misgivings about them chomping down<br>\nthe stuff. Not so much because of such life-threatening elements<br>\nlike cholesterol and fats, but what to me looked like a very low<br>\nlevel of taste. Me, I'm not a fan of beef and chocolate, which<br>\ndoesn't mean that I don't eat them. Let's just say<br>\nthat if one of these days a decree goes out banning the<br>\nconsumption of beef and chocolate, I won't burst into tears or<br>\nthrow myself out of a 10th floor window.<\/p>\n<p>How did I get that way? A longish story, so let's just say<br>\nthat at one time in my early years, mom, the force majeure, fed<br>\nus beef and other parts of cows for about one week solid. Can you<br>\nblame me for a diminished taste for beef? As for chocolate,<br>\nevery time we had a tummy ache (which happened fairly frequently<br>\nduring childhood), mom fed us something called \"brooklax\"<br>\ncontaining chocolate to unstop certain channels in the body.<br>\nSince then, my chocolate associations have been unpleasant.<\/p>\n<p>Mind you, I won't refuse a well-made beef bourguignon or<br>\nchocolate mousse, but hamburger and chocolate malt? No, thanks.<br>\nNext time I take out the nephews it'll be to a place that serves<br>\nreally good cuisine, if only to make them aware that there's more<br>\nto food than hamburgers and chocolate.<\/p>\n<p>-- Jak Jaunt<\/p>",
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