FWIW - this picture has been floating around since the mid 2000's; the person who blogged about it cooked it super wrong. The instructions said to use a bain marie, and they didnt know what a bain marie, but saw you boiled water in it, so they just boiled the can. If you boil a can, water is 100% going to seep into it, and turn it into...what you see here.
put a metal bowl or nested pot over a pot of boiling water. The nested pot is heated by immersion into or steam from the boiling water so you get a steady maximum temperature around 100°c. Good for working with things like chocolate that burn easily.
How you would use one to prepare a tinned cheeseburger I cannot fathom.
It's a lower pot that you boil water in with an upper pot that you put the food in. No water gets near the food, it's meant for applying even, indirect heat
They are in the same way any canned good is. If you boil it, the can is likely to warp slightly and allow water in, also things like plastic liners and other chemicals can leech into your food, you generally aren't supposed to cook food inside the cans they come in.
As disgusting as these appear and sound on paper, every single review I've seen across multiple brands of these canned hamburgers/cheeseburgers has been positive. Because of those I'd give 'em a try if I ever saw them for sale.
Haven't heard anything about retiring yet. I think part of it is a lot of the pound shops he depended on for tat have gone away. On top of that, after all these years I would guess that he is running out of novel junk from his collection to talk about. He's also been working on his feature films too, which may be more rewarding to him in the long run than reviewing wonky toys and terrible food.
I'm cool with him slowing down as long as he's enjoying himself.
My worst hamburger/cheeseburger (whatever that disgusting thing was) ruined my day and a half. It was in Gdynia, Poland in late 1990s and the taste was beyond bad but I was really hungry.
It was some disgusting piece of unidentified minced swine meat, pickles, enclosed in old bun and filled to the brim with despicable mixture of ketchup and mustard.
A perfect metaphor for what this country was back then. The one meal that described its aspirations and shortcomings.
The one I had in Germany was disturbingly uniform in its thickness (which was quite thin), dry, didn't taste like much, and was absolutely overflowing with shredded lettuce. It was kind of like what someone would make if you described a hamburger to them briefly and they just kind of winged it.
They used to just about everywhere in the US a few years ago. They called it the impossible burger and it tasted the same as a whopper. Not my cup of tea, but I’d say it’s a faithful reproduction