Friday, December 07, 2007

Puffin. It's what's for dinner.

I’m not saying you called me a liar but you pretty much did. Granted, sometime my yarns do require citing or follow-up research. Accordingly, here are the footnotes to the story I told to AM at a s’mores party last Friday.

1. Recipes for cooking and serving puffin.*

2. The band Vanilla Ninja which you can listen to here and here and ohmyjesus here and good god in a hot tube here and oh no don't stop the rock here.

3. The procedure for eating Ortolan (tiny birds that are captured alive, force fed grain, drowned in Armagnac, roasted whole and eaten, bones and all, while the diner drapes his head with a linen napkin to preserve the precious aromas and, as some believe, to hide the deed from God.)

4. Foreign countries that require their radio stations to play a certain percentage of songs by domestic artists.



*and the subsequent recipe for cooking whale.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Puffin and Ortolan are gross. Squirrel is so much better.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RlK0Xd4c2c

Blogs t r e t c h said...

I stand corrected. Still in disbelief, but corrected. Although, I didn't ever question the existence of Vanilla Ninja. That part of your story I actually believed.