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SKD,
I know what you're talking about...it's like the hankering you might get for a taco and nothing else will do. My grandmother, a Canuck from Nova Scotia, always kept a jar (tightly sealed) under the kitchen sink (no need for refrigeration -- a salted, smoked herring will out survive a Twinkie when it comes to shelf life) and I've got to confess that those stinky little fish-stogies bring back fond memories. I think I'll try and hunt some down myself. I'll let you know when and if I find some.
Have you ever eaten poached, salted herring? A mouthful of bones in every bite, but they sure make a great boiled dinner with potatoes and onions.
Mike
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