Quote Originally Posted by dsirkle View Post
When I was growing up, I spent all my summers at our family cabin on a lake in Northern Michigan. There was a lady of French Canadien heritage that would pay me in the form of huckleberry pies (made from wild berries) to go out in a swamp in a canoe with a bb gun and shoot bullfrogs so she could dine on their legs which she regarded as a great delicacy.
No Mermaid Pie from the nice lady?