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SO.

copperbadge and I were going to have a "Senfeier-off" using cruentum's mother recipe. Eggs poached in mustard sauce. I was gonna take one for the team. I was gonna be brave.

Then Sam posted the pics of the finished product, and my belly said, "If that comes near me, you will see a deluge of vomit the likes of which only Tom Savini could design."

Me: Et tu, Brute?
Stomach: LO SIENTO, SENIOR Y SENORAS, NO ME YO HABLO ESPANOL.
Me: That doesn't make sense.
Stomach: Eheu! Harsum venit vir qui fert locustas!
Me: You're on crack.
Stomach: Et tu, Brute?

So instead I was like, "I'll make lamb. I love lamb braised in hot sauce with scallions!" TO THE STORE I WENT, AND APPARENTLY THEY HAD NONE. NO LAMB, ANYWHERE. I ASKED THE BUTCHER. HE WAS LIKE, "TOMORROW." (WHYS IS THIS IN CAPS?) Like there's some secret thing about lamb on Mondays or something. The lamb hook-up. The lambs are on strike on Sunday. I dunno, maybe they're Christian lambs. We do have blue laws here in PA. And there's a Jesus metaphor in there somewhere. Anyone who thinks this is offensive has never met Jesus. I have. He's okay with it. Like, when he shows up on fandom wank he's all, "Oh yeah, when I was a baby that shit made me cry. Now it's like, whatever dude."

SO.

I cast about for alternatives. What else could I buy? What looked good? I scoff at beef and shit. I was in the mood for lamb, now what reasonable facsimile do I get?

Answer: Swordfish.

Stomach: No really dude.
Me: for srs.
Stomach: I refuse to have a conversation with you when you speak in lolcat.
Me: lolwhut.

( So let's get this party started, and you can see wot I did. Image heavy. )

So, that has to count for something, right? right? It's not Senfeier, but it's something, right?