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HERE I ARE

Lest people think I am dead, and the fire ants carrying my bloated corpse away one tiny morsel at a time in bee-line fashion, I am merely on hiatus. Heading to St. Pete for a week of surf fishing, and ogling of fine specimens of womanhood.

And only one thing could break my silence: this e-mail from one Bryce, who inveighed on a year old post on pupgullion, an exotic dish fashioned from the beaten placenta and foeta of dogs. Enjoy:

Re: pupgullion

My grandfather was born in Missouri in 1879. He was white with dark
hair. He and his family had a kind of dark, tan skin and some had
blue-black straight hair. Strictly white they were, but they were
dark-complexioned. My grandfather suggested there was a Pennyslvania
Dutch (German) lineage in our background, and a small portion of
Indian as well. Also, he recalled as a young boy seeing older family
members visiting and noticing that the men wore "large earrings."

I bring all this up to relate this: In my grandfather's older years he
liked to try and one-up our neighbor across the street. One day he
hurriedly threw together some kind of conoction in our kitchen and
rushed across the street with a bowl and fork in hand. "Try it," he
told the man. "What is it?" he asked. "Pupgullion," my grandfather
said, explaining that it was some kind of food fare common in his
family. I had never heard him mention it before or afterwards. I felt
it was a name he made up on the spot, or a corrupted name of a real
food dish he couldn't exactly recall. Anyway, I never forgot it:
"Pupgullion, they called it."

I am at http:bryceisright.blogspot.com

The Brycian Chronicles

Nice, huh?

Posted by Velociman at July 8, 2005 7:52 PM