09-15-2007, 09:21 PM
My dad grew up in the Depression, and he worked as a bait boy on charters & cattle car trips. The men fishing would all be pretty well off, and they'd have lunches with ham sandwiches and fried chicken and so on. So when they were eating lunch, my dad would grab some anchovies and put them in his mouth and bite off the heads, so the tails would flap around his face. The men would be aghast and my dad would explain -- with his mouth full of chovy guts, natch -- that that was his lunch. The men would inevitably hand over some of the good stuff their wives had packed for them.