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  • Sounds like a job for Beaver Cleaver!

    January 5, 2008

  • Well, isn't that just dandy?! What can we expect next - Rin-Tin-Tin ragout? Mister Ed casserole? Lassie gulash?

    A sad end to a beloved television icon - to be baked in a pie and served by barbaric island folk for the discomfiture of non-local visitors.

    Does PETA know about this?

    January 5, 2008

  • Pastry-crusted seal flipper, a dish native to Newfoundland and apparently an acquired taste:

    "...Stopping in a grocery on my way to Cape St. Mary's, I spot the object of my quest: flipper pie. I've read about this renowned local dish. The first step calls for soaking seal flippers in baking soda, which turns the fat white for easy removal; next, you roast the things for two to three hours. Sounds reasonable enough.

    "The pie looks okaaaay. I carry the golden pastry to the in-store cafe, where the cook heats it up for me. It smells okaaaay. Local patrons nudge me on. I nibble at the edges. It seems to taste okaaaay. A bit fishy, though. Patrons hold back snickers, reassure me that it's an acquired taste. I take a forkful, slowly chew. Sort of like pot roast. Or the dark meat of bluefish. No matter: Swallowing does me in. I gag, bequeath the pie amid laughter and dash to the car to chase the beast down with gobs of peanut butter." --Paula Stone, "A Trip Off the Old Rock," Washington Post, Sunday, April 22, 2007; Page P01.

    January 5, 2008