"Arrr! The Belgian Food Crew says, ‘Nay, matey! Don’t munch yer Christmas tree, or ye be in a pickle!’"
2025-01-08
Arrr, me hearties! The landlubbers at the food agency be soundin' a warning! After the fine folk of Ghent be suggestin’ to slather yer grub with spruce needle butter, they reckon it’s a recipe fer disaster! Stick to yer grog, ye scallywags! Evergreens be fer walkin’, not eatin’!
Avast ye landlubbers! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears, for I be bringin' ye tidings from the land of Ghent! Aye, it seems the good folk there be proposin' a curious concoction—a spread made from the needles of the sprucin' evergreen! They call it spruce needle butter, and I reckon it be a fine way to be recyclin’ those prickly branches that be aboundin' in the forests.But hark! The grand food agency, guardians of the culinary seas, have set sail to warn us yer scallywags against this peculiar practice! “Nay!” they cry, “Ye shall not slather yer bread with such a green treasure!” They be fearin' it could lead to some nasty stomach troubles, like a cursed crew stricken with the scurvy.
So, me hearties, while the idea be ticklin' to the fancy, it seems we best keep our hands off these evergreen delights! Stick to yer butter made from the milk of cows and leave the spruce to the trees, lest ye find yerself in a pickle of a predicament! Now, if ye be lookin’ for a hearty meal, I suggest ye chase down a fish or two instead of munchin’ on the forest’s prickly bounty. Arrr, let us raise a tankard to safer feasts!