I now dare to doubt the latter after I read a message where I wondered why the question was asked. Let us first outline the actual situation according to the who-what-where method.
Who? Henk Krol. What? A sausage. True? In Henk Krol’s fridge. When? Thursday morning, February 10, 2022. How? Water and flour. Why? Because things often break at Henk Krol.
There are so many important questions to ask in the current era. Will there really be a war in Ukraine? Is the end of the pandemic indeed in sight or will we be unpleasantly surprised again? Is Ernst Kuipers actually suitable as Minister of Health? Relevant matters in which the journalist’s task of collecting, checking, reporting and analyzing the news is indispensable.
Until I came across the following headline: ‘Why did Henk Krol’s liverwurst tear in the fridge?’ Below that was the immediate answer: ‘Temperature and ingredients play a role.’ The reason for the message was a photo of Henk Krol’s sausage, which he posted on Twitter.
Perhaps the journalist was triggered by the rampant dick pics and the associated affairs and after seeing the photo he assumed that Henk had also made a mistake. Who’s to say. Actually, when he found out that it was just Henk’s liverwurst, he should have left it at that.
Still, the writer of this article needed no less than ten paragraphs to analyze the cracks in Henk Krol’s sausage.
“I open the fridge and think, ‘How is it possible?’ The liverwurst was torn open from the very right,” said an excited Henk Krol to One todaybecause that was the messenger of the bad news. Henk Krol’s torn liver sausage was thoroughly studied not only on the site, but also on Radio 1. Fact and fiction were separated from each other.
A food safety expert from the Nutrition Center was called in, as well as a traditional butcher, and these experts were able to tell us why Henk Krol’s liver sausage had burst from its skin so painfully. There was flour in Henk’s sausage! Flour absorbs water and that causes cracks. And if the refrigerator is also colder than four degrees?
Well guys, that’s the recipe for catastrophe.
I clocked it: reading those ten paragraphs cost me a whopping one minute and thirty-one seconds of my precious life.
Stupid questions do exist. But you don’t always have to reward them with an answer.