Of Brunswick Sausage, and Oysters . . .

cheese-eating surrender monkeys . . .

the surrender monkeys are not quite as good at harvesting the Braunschweiger Oysters, as their diving suits tend to inhibit their ability to slide under the sea cucumbers to find the treasure.

Would that be sea cucumbers in a nice egg-mayonnaise sauce?

Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed . . .

actually walrus' are very partial to Braunschweiger Oysters, but the hounds scare the hell out of 'em!

last time we visited Chincoteague, it was in november a few years ago. weather was nice and brisk, but you had to watch out for the ponies;they kept strafing us and were ready to chase us of the beach. it was just great to see them run at large. hbg

BRAUNSCHWEIGER
see what's going on >>> THE ISLAND BIRDING, PONY SWIM, OYSTERS

From Kevin Smith's 'Dogma':

INT. AIRPORT - DAY

LOKI walks beside a NUN in a semi-busy terminal. They pass through the metal detectors. The Nun carries a donation can.

LOKI

Leaving 'Alice in Wonderland' aside, look closely
at 'Through the Looking Glass' - particularly 'The
Walrus and the Carpenter' poem: what's the
metaphorical meaning?

NUN

I wasn't aware there was one.

LOKI

Oh, but there is - it colorfully details the sham
that is organized religion. The Walrus - with his
girth and good-nature - obviously refers to either
the Buddha, or - with his tusks - the lovable
Hindu elephant god, Lord Ganesha. This takes care
of the Eastern religions. The Carpenter is an
Obvious reference to Jesus Christ, who was
purportedly raised the son of a carpenter. He
represents the Western religions. And in the poem,
what do they do? They dupe all the oysters into
following them. Then, when the oysters collective
guard is down, the Walrus and the Carpenter shuck
and devour the helpless creatures, en masse. I
don't know what that says to you, but to me it
says that following faiths based on these
mythological figures insures the destruction of
one's inner-being.

BARTLEBY sits amongst a row of seats by one of the arrival gates. He eats popcorn and stares at...

A steady stream of TRAVELERS, exiting the gate, meeting loved ones, family.

OC LOKI

Organized religion destroys who we are or who we
can be by inhibiting our actions and decisions out
of fear of an intangible parent-figure who shakes
a finger at us from thousands of years ago and
says "No, no!"



Bartleby smiles at the meet-and-greets, warmed. Loki saddles up beside him, kneeling on one of the seats, facing the Nun.

LOKI

'Through the Looking Glass' - a children's tale?
I think not.

NUN

(really dazed)

I've... I've never really thought about it like
that...

(beat; shocked; off her cassock)

What have I been doing with my life...?

LOKI

Don't look back. Just get out there and taste
life.

(off donation can)

Leave this for the unenlightened. Poverty is for
the gullible - it's another way the church is
trying to control you. You take that money you've
been collecting for your parish reconstruction and
go get yourself a nice piece of ass. You deserve
it.

The Nun nods at him, and saunters off, obviously grappling with something. A passerby tries to stick money in her can, but she yanks it away. Loki faces the proper direction in his seat and plops down beside the still-transfixed Bartleby.

BARTLEBY

(looking OC)

Here's what I don't get about you: you know for a
fact that there is a God. You've been in his
presence, he's talked to you personally. And yet I
just heard you claim to be an atheist.

LOKI

C'mon man - you know I don't believe any of that
sh*t I was telling her. I just like to f**k with
the clergy; keep 'em on their toes. When her head
stops spinning, she'll be facing the way of the
Just again. But oh. will she have a bunch to
confess.

mmmmm

Oysters Rockefeller at A.J's in Chincoteague.

I think I'm ready to travel ...

I, of course, eat Sydney Rock Oysters.

They're so good they don't need anything else!~ (although some foolish people do try to mess around and fancy them up)

walter : when i saw the picture of the "braunschweiger" you posted, i knew i had to do some serious research. what you showed, was known in hamburg as "streich-mettwurst". i remember that, what we called "braunschweiger" was some kind of blood-sausage. we called it "schlimme-augen-wurst" (let's try to translate that : "bad/sick eye sausage" ?); don't ask why it was called that in hamburg, i have no idea. i finally found what i was looking for under www.braunschweiger.de , and it is called "kugel-rotwurst". mystery solved ! btw. we can get a fair imitation of both the "braunschweiger" and "schlimme augen wurst" from the butchers on the market in kitchener (originally called BERLIN). it's one of the old german settlements in ontario and in some of the shops there, you won't have any trouble ordering your "wurst" in german. even here in kingston, were the deli-store is owned by a danish family, we can ask for "lachs-schinken" , "zungenwurst" etc and be sure to get the right kind of food. hbg

Ever tried to get a decent breakfast anywhere near Chincoteague.
Even the oatmeal's gone; scoffed by the discerning ponies - no such thing as real cream, or real butter; culinary wasteland before 19:00 hours.

margo; you will note that, unlike the Braunschweiger Oysters of in southern Nova Scotia, the harvesting of the Sydney Rock Oysters takes place in the late fall, just before the bushes are covered in snow making the oysters hard to find. (and, of course, they usually have to be boiled a little longer!)

errrr, I'll be asleep by then, so the food has to be good before 19:00.

'strue - and, of course, they'd be tougher, as well!

My family--out and out WASPS--felt that Braunschweiger was a valuable addition to the diet of nursing mothers, pregnant women and teen agers with The Curse.

I'm assuming they referred to iron content of good liversausage--although i prefer to remove the nails and tap filings before i eat mine . . .

When one is cursed, as are women so regularly, one is hardly entitled to complain of the remedies . . .

I never enjoyed liver until I started cooking it myself and eating it hot off the grill, pink in the middle, with deeply caramelized onions. Sadly, despite the specious claims by Homeopaths that disease is cured by loading up on the same things that are killing you, liver is off the menu for me, as I am supposed to avoid foods with an excess of iron. I ain't giving up my beef though.

Avoid leeks then, Cav . . . and take your beef somewhere else, this ain't no complaint thread . . .

Ha ha ha...Oh well, there goes my planned breakfast of iron-enriched cereal, raw leek and liver, not that I'm complaining, heh heh.

Noddy; do expand on "the Curse"

(ah yes, "man" the finest curse a woman can have!) [sounds vauguely like a Gillette add ]