In my neck of the woods (the Pacific Northwest), “Native Candy” refers to smoked salmon jerky. It’s hard to find the good stuff outside of this region, but it’s incredibly delicious. It’s also a type of “candy” that Sarnothi would appreciate.
My aunt used to own a fish market in Bar Harbor Maine. I remember smoked fish jerky. The smell of it permeated the entire shop and carried every time the door was opened. My brother was around 5 when the shop opened and he would beg my mom to buy him the fish jerky. We made him eat it outside!
I would say for a sarnothi that would be a selection of smoked meats that were shelf-stable as far as needing refrigeration. We have stores devoted to the stuff here in TX. Mostly various flavors of spiced beef but whole aisles of exotic meats like ‘gator and emu. Kangaroo jerky is an acquired taste I have yet to acquire.
I know everyone is saying jerky, but where I grew up there were Bait Shops on roadsides and even inside gas-stations. So I am sort of picturing little tanks of live fish you can buy and fish roe.
So, even though she sounds a lot more confident now, Te Fahn still has that stutter, huh? Sounds like that might be a speech therapy goal now that she’s got rid of the pluralses.
I just saw these ants called honey pot ants online. They apparently process, create and store a syrup in their butts to feed other ants. Locals eat these ants as treats. Some companies have taken to feeding the ants different flavors and color, which effects the sugary honey they store.
I learned not long ago all ants do that to some extent, honey pot ants just taking it to extreme lengths, some swelling up to over ten times their original size.
Please tell me “candy” is a sarnothi euphemism for “bacon”…
Jerky.
In my neck of the woods (the Pacific Northwest), “Native Candy” refers to smoked salmon jerky. It’s hard to find the good stuff outside of this region, but it’s incredibly delicious. It’s also a type of “candy” that Sarnothi would appreciate.
My aunt used to own a fish market in Bar Harbor Maine. I remember smoked fish jerky. The smell of it permeated the entire shop and carried every time the door was opened. My brother was around 5 when the shop opened and he would beg my mom to buy him the fish jerky. We made him eat it outside!
I would say for a sarnothi that would be a selection of smoked meats that were shelf-stable as far as needing refrigeration. We have stores devoted to the stuff here in TX. Mostly various flavors of spiced beef but whole aisles of exotic meats like ‘gator and emu. Kangaroo jerky is an acquired taste I have yet to acquire.
you have Buckee’s dude
I know everyone is saying jerky, but where I grew up there were Bait Shops on roadsides and even inside gas-stations. So I am sort of picturing little tanks of live fish you can buy and fish roe.
I see pickled fish eyes in Selkie’s future.
“Eyeball aisle” doesn’t have the same ring to it.
I’m picturing one of those self-serve stands that have fancy olives and pickles, only it’s like eyeballs and fish roe.
So, even though she sounds a lot more confident now, Te Fahn still has that stutter, huh? Sounds like that might be a speech therapy goal now that she’s got rid of the pluralses.
I just saw these ants called honey pot ants online. They apparently process, create and store a syrup in their butts to feed other ants. Locals eat these ants as treats. Some companies have taken to feeding the ants different flavors and color, which effects the sugary honey they store.
I learned not long ago all ants do that to some extent, honey pot ants just taking it to extreme lengths, some swelling up to over ten times their original size.