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Hello ~ R.J. Pawlick Introduction

R.J. Pawlick, Logo Hello, R.J. Pawlick I want to introduce myself. I'm R.J. Pawlick. I was born in Tucson, Arizona in 1963 into a military family. Experiences and favorite authors of the 1970's formed me into a descriptive author. As a matter of fact, my favorite quote comes from Richard Bach's 70's Best-Seller, Johnathan Livingston Seagull , "Dream what you dare to dream. Go where you want to go. Be who you want to be. LIVE!" I am a global traveler who loves the outdoors, experiencing different cultures, listening to music, and writing stories. I have been married 27 years to my college sweetheart. I am a father of four teenagers, two dogs, a cat, and a small tankful of fish. I currently resides with my family in East Tennessee, in a little town at the base of the Smoky Mountains. My promising career in the US Air Force was cut short when I learned I was going blind. With specialized travel and job-training, I achieved success in marketin...

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Flame Burgers on a Grill. "Gobbling Down Burger King's Impossible Whopper." G’day everyone, A few posts ago, I summarized two strong competitors in the Alt-Meat market. Skeptical, yet curious, I tried one of Burger King’s “Impossible Whoppers.” Before learning about alt-meats, I heard a few Burger King commercials that Impossible Whopper was being served at our local Burger King. Fueled by the research, I eagerly ordered an Impossible Whopper. So, here’s the layout: Imagine a soft, puffy, and sweetened Whopper bun crammed full of lettuce, tomato, pickles, onions, and mustard. Then, below that mound was a quarter-inch thick slab of brown. It smelled similar to the real meat, and the patty’s texture was close - even the flavor was tolerable. Buried deep within that soft pillow of a bun and the crowd of toppings, the Impossible Whopper was edible. Note that I didn’t say it was delicious. Now, the entire sandwich was very good, but so would a slice of sh...

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