He said that his mother was from Newfoundland and he was familiar with the phrase.
This afternoon, I was yacking away about it all and was interupted by an excited HER......... HEY!! YOU! she said, and pointed at ME.......YOU haven't been screeched in yet!
YOU haven't kissed a cod! You can't poodle around St. John's like you belong here, when you haven't even kissed the cod!!!
Oh, deer caught in headlights.
I have been avoiding this for 17 years.
Why couldn't I have ended up with someone from Holland....I would have had to walk around in wooden shoes for an hour...how bad can that be?
or France......I would have had to wear a beret and eat a lot of butter.
My family is from Finland......we just make people take a sauna, drink some vodka and listen to accordian music by men called Kimmo Pohjonen and Samuli Kosminen.
Why did it have to be Newfoundland? Why must I kiss a cod?
YOU MUST! She exclaimed. THIS summer! We are having a celebration. You will kiss the cod. That is final.
Well, I guess I am going to have to do it. How bad can it be?
A lot of people have done it and lived to tell the tale.
At least I already have the T-Shirt.
Photo: "Kiss the Cod" by Cara
1 comment:
Are you kidding? Have you seen the drool around the mouth of a Newfoundland dog? Give me the codfish to smooch anyday!
Come to think of it, I have two brothers who were born out of province... Why should they get away with it? This summer, indeed!
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