Originally Posted By: The Pook
Originally Posted By: PastorVon
Why Hebrew & Greek? A domine, perhaps?


Domine? I'm not a Latin scholar, so had to look that up.

Assuming you're not calling me a member of the Italian heavy metal band; a lord; or a West Indian fish of the family Trichiuridae; I can only surmise that you mean a clergyman. Like you I am a pastor, yes. grin

Originally Posted By: PastorVon
Don't the Dutch have a dish that is essentially saurkraut served on top of mashed potatoes?

I wouldn't know. I'm not Dutch. I just like rollmop salad. That's about the only highlight of Dutch cuisine as far as I'm concerned! Apart perhaps from a few confectionaries.

A few years ago when I was semi-employed for a while I did some part time mindless work in a food importing warehouse. Amongst other things they imported containers full of plastic packs of saurkraut from Holland and Germany. Sometimes the packs had burst in transit and gone (even more) rotten. We had to wash it off the packs that hadn't burst. That stuff is bad enough before it goes off, but that experience put me off it for life!


Domine' is a title used by many of Dutch extraction in speaking to or about their pastors. I used it in order to be sufficiently obscure to other participants of this thread. Since you answered in the affirmative, let me ask you if you have heard of my good friend, the Reverend Dr. Francis Nigel Lee, who is a resident of the island north of you.

Your anecdote concerning saurkraut brings to mind a not dissimilar experience of mine. About fifty years ago when I was a freshman or a sophomore at Southern Illinois University, I had a part-time job as a stocking clerk at a Kroger's grocery store. The produce department had received a shipment of Irish potatoes in 100 pound bags completely filling a 50 foot truck trailer. The trailer, which had a roof that was not water-tight, had been hauled all the way across the northern plains of the USA during a very rainy week. When the truck arrived, and the stock crew began unloading the potatoes, it was soon discovered that many of the bags contained a slurry of very rotten potatoes. It became our task to open each bag, to salvage the potatoes that were not rotted, and re-bag them for sale. I think the odor was still coming out of our pores a week later. There were no other residual effects, however. I still eat potatoes as I did just a few hours ago at my youngest daughter's table.