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When I was young my grandmother told a story about her growing up in Newfoundland. When winter came you needed to have enough food stored away to last you until spring came. If you did not have enough food put away you would starve to death. When you were hungry enough you would force yourself to eat some that would be so embarassing to eat that you would bury the remains of the food so that your neighbors wouldn’t know you ate this food. Today we pay a fortune to eat this meal. We call it Lobster.

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