1. Driving back from Thanksgiving, I was flipping through the radio stations.
  2. I landed on a cooking show, which was featuring native Icelandic foods.
  3. Apparently, they traditionally ate most anything available including (wait for it) puffin. That's right, puffin.
  4. Then in a horrible Cajun Minnesotan hybrid accent, I proclaimed, "Popeye's Fried Puffin!"
  5. My wife responded with a soft, but clear, "Shhh," much like she would have provided an overexcited toddler.
  6. Translation - "We have spent a lot of time together this weekend and now it is time for you to hush." Got it. Message received loud and clear.
  7. But how will I warn the puffins?