“There’s a sleepy town, south of the border, If you go there once, you’ll be there twice.”
– Cabo Wabo by Van Halen.
Not so sleepy anymore, that’s for damn sure. Back when Van Halen frontman Sammy “Right Now” Hagar penned these words sometime deep in the ’80s, Cabo San
Dios mío. It’s been a while.
Dearest readers, lectores, amigos and friends,
We hope this finds you in fine form, despite much of the recent past having been sort of one big bad cabbage simmered in hot garbage milk and served up in a crap-lacquered basket of damp middle fingers. Or something
Nestled somewhere not-so-deep in the mythic Laurentian mountains just north of Montreal was a roadside fry shack I knew long ago. A short drive from the family cottage when I was a kid, it was a place of sweet summer magic. The kind where you happily eat at sun-scorched, slightly
National Pickle Day has passed and Pickle Week is a few months away, but there’s no reason we shouldn’t be celebrating these wondrous things year round. Please check out our recent pickle post here if you haven’t already. Now crack open a jar of your faves and let’s take a
“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?”
Yeah, that’s what we’d like to know. Where’s that peck, Peter? What the pickled hell is a
Ever wondered who Jack is and what’s the deal with the lantern? So have we. Let’s do a little digging together in the old patch and find out.
Although people had been making creepy lamps out of root vegetables to scare away evil spirits since the time of the ancient Celts,
Pumpkin Spice Spam anybody? We too are given pause at the thought, although rumour has it that it’s better than you might think. We have it on good authority that it carries significant breakfast potential, so ready those waffles.
Fine, but what’s the deal with this ever-swelling spread of pumpkin
It’s that time of year again. You guessed it, we’re talking rakfisk time! If you’re not already somewhere in the vicinity of Fagernes, Norway, get off your ass and do something about it. The Rakfisk Festival is just around the corner, a few mirthful and pungent days commemorating the Norwegian
Pumpkin. Beer. Something about those two words put together that gets us at The Hungry Herald all frothy under the collar. We can think of no better way to officially welcome back autumn and all of its bounty than to raise up a glass of the stuff and think on
There’s something that we at The Hungry Herald seriously dig about the pumpkin and it is our honour to celebrate it in our very first post. Each year, whether we find ourselves waiting with Linus in the patch, or watching people fire pumpkins clear across the farm with pneumatic cannons
