Fun Fact. Cool.

Yeah, I was gonna ask, "Do you buy bottles of ketchup by the gross?"

Tur-Duck-Ken. Wonder what that tastes like?

I knew your story was going to end badly, and I was right. It was utterly gross, but, as an academic, it was also really quite interesting. Up-vote for that (as soon as I get done gagging).

You really are quite "cuttley," aren't you?

You're right about liver; lots of Vitamin B stored there, so you need to eat it judiciously, especially wild game liver, like bear or moose.

Deep-fry them and give them to your dogs; they love piggy ears.

They hadn't yet invented celiac disease in the early 20th century. Everyone's intestinal cilia stood at attention at all times. Hence the term "intestinal fortitude." Happy Valentine's Day.

That's true; we tend to eat what's available in the area where we live. I guess it would have been more accurate to say that, if I had to live in that era as the person I am now, then I'd likely starve.

I've never had a liverwurst sandwich before, or any liver at all, for that matter. I've managed to avoid it - and eel! - lo these many moons. I've been to Europe and have eaten "American food" over there, the taste of which doesn't in any way resemble what we get here, but wasn't too bad, actually. On the other…

Happy chelation therapy to you, Rusty, Old Son.

Where I live, the Koreans own all of the Chinese restaurants and the Chinese own all of the Mexican restaurants. Anyway, not much in the way of eel offerings around these parts, so it is, indeed, quite esoteric in my town.

Yeah, you can usually find it right next to the camden batteries and mercury thermometers.

Not where I come from, kiddo. Happy Valentine's Day.

Actually, no, it's not. But whatever yanks your chain, dude.

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If I'd been around in the late 19th or early 20th century, I would have died from malnutrition. Blecchh!

Not if their name is Gwyneth Paltrow.

That's good for Daniel Craig, but none of the Bond incarnations can hold a candle to Sean Connery.

Great. Bring him back and geld him, the cowardly pus-bag. Meryl Streep can take him in and give him a standing-O every time he enters the room.