There is apparently a place in London called Eel Pie Island. “The eel pies served were famous and led to the [naming] of the island although with increased pollution the eel population declined and pies are no longer made.” When an eel pie is the best thing you can find to eat, you know you’re in Britain. Fortunately, I hear they’ve brought in curry now and that’s all anyone eats. No word on eel curry pie. Here’s a picture of the island. Seems like the past has come up with all nature of culinary oddities that delighted at the time, but that future generations would find abhorrent. Mincemeat pie, anyone?
I went out to a sort of large pond by the river near Tingley Beach this weekend. We were helping to plant varieties of plants in the mud there so that one plant species (like cattail) wouldn’t take over. Unfortunately, most of the plants they plant are eaten by geese and other birds. In fact, as we labored in the mud, ducks and geese swam in the pond waiting for us to leave so they could swoop in on the tasty vittles we’d just put down for them. Some city employees were laying down a biodegradable netting over some sections to see if it works. Other bird countermeasures they’ve tried have been large balloons or ribbons fluttering in the wind. None have worked so far.