As when two doves, or two wood-pigeons, or as when Strephon and Phyllis (for that comes nearest to the mark) are retired into some pleasant solitary grove, to enjoy the delightful conversation of Love[…]
“See here, Brother,” said the Captain. “This here’s old Sol Gills’s nevy Wal’r. Him as was supposed to have perished at sea.”
This man is very, very ungood.
I cribbed the recipe from the Food Network site, but made a few changes of my own.
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