The chicken stock is… bland.

Not bitter, fortunately, but… bland.  I have salted it, tossed in what the jar calls ‘Herbs de Provence,’ and am letting it simmer for another half hour; perhaps that will help draw out the chicken flavor more.  Failing that, I can just strain it, decant it and use it for soup tomorrow (it’s getting late in the day for soup today).

Extinct bird actually non-extinct. (pause) So, does that mean we can eat them?

What?  Why is everybody looking at me like that?

Extinct boobies return from the dead

IT HAPPENED to Mark Twain, now it has happened to an enigmatic species of gannet: reports of its death, it seems, are greatly exaggerated.

The Tasman booby (Sula dactylatra tasmani) was first described in 1988 from fossils found on Lord Howe and Norfolk Islands, off the east coast of Australia, but went extinct in the late 18th century after being eaten by European sailors.

Now, a team of geneticists, palaeontologists and naturalists has declared the bird very much alive. It is living among its fossil ancestors on both islands, and also on New Zealand’s Kermadec Islands to the east (Biology Letters, DOI: 10.1098/rsbl.2009.0478).

I’m not saying that we should eat them all: but I figure that anything that we hunted to apparent extinction probably tastes pretty good. I’m given to understand that passenger pigeon pie was pretty tasty, for example; it’s a shame that there aren’t any more.

Again, I’m perfectly willing to keep up a viable breeding population, yes.  Sheesh.

Moe Lane

(Via AoSHQ Headlines)