I Had a Kipper
This morning I had a kipper for breakfast at Saul's, a lovely local Jewish deli and restaurant. I don't know that I had ever really considered kipper as an actual foodstuff, I thought of it more as a word used in British comedy because it's funnier than "bacon." Interesting. Very fishy, very salty. Wasn't sure if I was supposed to pick out the dozens of hairlike bones or just chew them and hope they get ground down enough so they don't make my stomach leak. All in all, though, I think I'd happily substitute lox for kipper in all applications.
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Hmmm. You could go the other way around: Kippers as a cheap substitute for lox on bagels.
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I opened up a can of salmon yesterday, to make pasta salad.
Made the mistake of really looking at the contents before mashing it up. There's not just little ribby bones in there, but vertebrea. And skin. It's like they used the can to stamp a cylinder-shaped plug out of the flank of a cooked salmon.
A big flap of black skin was stuck on the side of the can. I gave it to the dog to lick out (no sharp jaggies) and she just loved it.
Posted by: Stefan Jones | August 28, 2006 01:10 PM
Surely not *all* applications. "Could we have lox for breakfast, Mummy dear, Mummy dear..."
Of course, you're probably unlikely to start writing old Supertramp songs, so I guess the point is moot.
Posted by: Rubrick | August 28, 2006 03:36 PM
It's entries like these that remind me that this is an actual Blog.
Posted by: Barbara | August 28, 2006 08:03 PM
Heh. Yeah, I walk a thin line between amusement for the masses and "Math class was totally boring today, but I had pizza for dinner."
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August 28, 2006 08:57 PM