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Half-Mind Interview: Stray Dog

Veteran hashers know my relationship with Stray Dog has been a rocky one, full of conflict and mutual animosity. Newer hashers are happily ignorant of this unseemliness: he and I haven’t mixed it up in years, and Stray Dog, once a major online presence in the hashing world, has by his own choice largely dropped off the map … so much so, in fact, that I now get a steady stream of emails from hashers asking if I know what’s become of Stray Dog.

I was curious too, so I attempted to track him down. If you enter any of his former website URLs (gthhh.com, worldhhh.com, hhhweb.com, worldhashspace.com) into a browser, you’ll be redirected to worldharrierorganization.com. The new site, which superficially resembles the old ones, represents the World Harrier Organization, which Stray Dog characterizes as “a loose association of friendly groups or clubs who practice the sport of hare and hounds.” He goes on to define it as “a more universal treatment of the sport than is usually expressed in other associations of hare and hounds, such the Hash House Harriers … [w]e encourage all types of groups in our association as long as they are generally comfortable with our creed … [w]e do not, like the HHH, require any social liturgy (i.e. the Down Down) nor do we frown on hare and hounds groups who have a competitive nature.”

Well, that piqued my curiosity, as you might imagine, so I asked him to tell me about the World Harrier Organization and, while he was at it, fill out an interview questionnaire. I promised to publish his comments and remarks as written, and he agreed.

Some hashers have jokingly(?) suggested Stray Dog and I are actually the same person; that I made him up, or vice-versa. No, we are very different people, but surprise of surprises, I actually agree with much of what he says here.

Let’s get to it, shall we?


Stray Dog’s hashing biography:

  • Name: Larry “Stray Dog” McDowell
  • Where you’re from: Birmingham, Alabama, USA
  • Where you currently live: Birmingham, Alabama
  • Current hash kennel(s): Birmingham Magic City Harriers
  • Number of years hashing: 34
  • What mismanagement positions have you held? All of them
  • Have you founded any hashes? Where? Which ones?
    • Namsan HHH, Seoul, Korea (dead)
    • Huachuca HHH, Sierra Vista, AZ, USA (lives)
    • Augusta HHH, Augusta, GA, USA (dead)
    • Ozark HHH, Ft. Leonard Wood, MO, USA (dead) Rolla HHH, Rolla, MO, USA (dead)
    • Mannheim HHH, Mannheim, MO (dead) German Bashers, Germany (dead)
    • Global Trash HHH, literally held around the world (lives, now World Harrier Organization)
    • Alabama Interhash, AL, USA (lives)
    • USA Nash Hash, USA (lives)
    • Birmingham HHH, Birmingham, AL, USA (lives)
    • Louisiana HHH, Baton Rouge, LA, USA (dead)
    • Jiangmen HHH, Jiangmen, Guangdong, China
  • What hash traditions do you come from?
    • Mixed
    • Live hare
    • Both A-to-A trails and A-to-B trails
    • Singing at the circle

Stray Dog’s commentary:

Stray DogI always tended in the past to look at most of your efforts at communicating with me with caution, considering all the effort you have made in the past to trash me personally to your readership. However, forgive and forget is now my motto, as I am a different person in many ways. If my comments below to your readers, amongst whom are probably friends of mine, have the smallest impact on people rethinking the direction of hashing, which is killing this sport, it would be worth it. But, since some of your readers are the cause of the decline, I will not hold out hope.

I will answer your canned questions, below, but I first want to comment on W.H.O., since you are curious as to what happened to me.

The World Harrier Organization is not a hash organization as such, though it represents those groups in its directory as a base. W.H.O. is about hare and hounds, the “paper chase” if you will—the sport as it was originally practiced. However, I accept any hare and hounds group that finds some common ground with our creed. It is about a gathering of people who enjoy the sport of chasing a hare in an intricate web of a trail full of true and false directions, with a bit of social activity at the end. Trails once were well practiced and thought out, fun and many times surprising. Social activity was simply friends who share these 5-10 km average trails, a little refreshment, recognizing each other’s achievements and perhaps a bit of singing afterwards.

What it has become over the last two decades for a majority of the groups in the U.S., and some elsewhere, is a walking, slow jogging beer drinking club following a pre-laid trail of 1 to 3 miles as an excuse to gather for a fraternity-like hazing, adult entertainment and debauchery.

When I first began with the Okinawa Hash House Harriers, it was a family sporting event with minimal social activity, much in line with hounds and hares activities historically. My nine year old daughter and 11 year old son started with me, running the 6 to 12 km trails. I think even by the time you came on board in Okinawa it had already begun a shift to more of an adult social event, but certainly it evolved as such to the point where my last correspondence a few years ago suggested I could not hold an event there because few could support it. I was told the Okinawa Hash House Harriers group had gotten into such trouble local commanders banned it and they attend. Those comments from Okinawa came shortly after I received similar comments from Germany, so I shut down the idea of a world event and began rethinking the hash altogether. When someone decided to take out my server once again and destroy my database at the turn of this decade, I took a long break from supporting the hash altogether.

I am now, slowly, as I have time, rebuilding the site for the World Harrier Organization, dedicating it to all hare and hounds groups: hash house harriers, competitive running versions or otherwise. It is far from being completed and still needs work. However, in my efforts to rewrite the “manual,” which is what the Hash Bible started out as originally, I have decided to emphasize the historical, cleaner version of hare and hounds. That is what the World Harrier Organization is built to do—influence hashers and other harriers to return to their roots, where beer is a refreshment, not the point of the sport.

That said, like many renowned or infamous harriers before me, I no longer drink—not out of a need due to alcoholism or a medical condition, but out of choice. I am currently a seminary graduate student studying to become a Baptist minister and possibly a missionary (I know, a late move in life). So, W.H.O. better fits a lifestyle of the role I am currently pursuing. I have a past that certainly borders on many of the activities I now shun, so I will not become a hypocrite now about it. But, unlike most in the sport today, I have been friends with and interviewed several members of the old Mother hash who were active in it as far back as 1962, when it was a gentleman’s sporting event, with a little social gathering afterwards—when it had live trails per tradition. I know what G intended the sport of the Hash House Harriers to be, and believe me, most groups don’t support that vision today. Summarizing, I will paraphrase (as I do not remember the exact working) what a previous GM of the Mother Hash I spoke with told me at the IAH in Orlando, “I was somewhat disappointed coming here, but this is not how we lay trails or act back home. I really believe we need a world organization to put the Hash House Harriers back on track.” While I disagreed then and now about that, I do believe that guidance from a confederation of groups like W.H.O., while maintaining local independence, is good to reenergize the original model of hare and hounds the way the hash founder(s) intended.

The W.H.O. website has a long way to go, before it reaches the same level that the old site had. It will take me to the end of the year to complete it, due to my seminary studies (which are quite difficult). However, I hope it is a place of light, in what is becoming an ever darkening hash universe, for those who simply want to enjoy the hare and hounds sport.

You can post the above as you want, or not. I am sure it would raise a lot of eyebrows to those who like its current direction. Answers to your questions below …

On On!
Stray Dog

Stray Dog’s interview questionnaire:

When & where was your first hash?

Okinawa HHH, Japan July 1982.

How did you find the hash, or did the hash find you?

Members of my Army unit.

How did you get your hash name?

Straying from the trail five out of the first six runs attempting to catch a hare.

Did you have a hashing mentor? Who?

Ichabody Crane (later known as Uncle Milty).

When & where was your first away hash?

Belleville-St. Louis HHH.

Where have you hashed?

Member of a score of hashes on my travels, but attended over a couple hundred different groups on four continents.

Are there places you haven’t hashed but would like to?

I just run where my travels take me. You always have a friend with harrier groups.

Are there places you wouldn’t consider hashing?

Those run by dictators or cliques—don’t find them very friendly. Only the democratic groups tend to be friendly.

Do you have any favorite haring techniques?

Practice, practice and more practice.

What’s the best thing that ever happened to you at a hash?

Nothing specific, just enjoyed a lot of good friendships made over the years.

What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you at a hash?

Watching an RA belittle and badger a virgin and insult a possible new member from the Mother Hash in the same circle. The virgin was in tears later and I consoled both her and the other guy, but neither returned.

What is the most dangerous trail you’ve done?

Several night trails in Orlando with the Mosquito County HHH through swamps without a flashlight—can I say gators.

What has been your most remarkable hashing experience?

Hashing in Germany with the abundance of woods, vineyards and other trails. Certainly, it is the most beautiful area for hashing I have ever lived.

If you could pick the location of a future Interhash, where would it be, and why?

Interhash should go to the U.S. as the nation with the most number of groups, but it never will. Interhash has become a regional Asian event for the most part, and historically.  It is not truly a world event.

What do you most love about hashing? What keeps you coming back?

I enjoy the sport of hare and hounds, chasing a hare through a well-designed, intricate web of trails and false trails to the finish. But what I love most are the friends I have met along the way.

What part of hashing could you do without (if anything)?

The hazing and debauchery that the Down Down has become over the last three decades.

Have your attitudes toward hashing or hashers changed over the years?

I have decided instead of, like many disgruntled old-timers, going with the flow, I will only attend friendly events and groups along the more traditional lines. I was very pleased with I toured hashes in Southern China, Macau and Hong Kong in recent years and found the old traditions still alive and friendly. As my fellow Americans are prone to do, they have destroyed those traditions to make it into their own image, and it is not good.

Has hashing affected your personal or professional life (for good or ill)?

I have always kept my hashing and professional life separate.  I have changed my personal life and professional live most recently, thus I have changed my tastes in hare and hounds to a milder, less social, and more traditional sport.

Do you tell everyone you meet about the hash, or only people you think might become good hashers?

I used to, until it went way too far out there.

Are there certain things you believe all hashers should believe in?

Good trail, good refreshment, and good friends, the rest can take care of itself.

What do you think you’ve contributed to hashing?

Over a dozen groups and scores of events hosted/founded around the world, both hard copy and web books and resources, the largest and best directory for almost two decades, and hundreds of trails laid, and website which once had over 30,000 registered members.

What’s in your hashing future?

I have no future in hashing per se, however I am making a retry at creating a website to support them and other hare and hounds clubs through the World Harrier Organization. I hope to have it completed by the end of the year.

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Half-Mind Interview: Oral Sex

I sought out Audrey “Oral Sex” Docherty for a Half-Mind interview because she’s one of those hashers you always hear about, active on social media, but who you never actually meet unless you go hashing in Scotland or one of the UK regional interhashes. I chased after her for a year before she agreed to answer my interview questions, and then another two years passed when she accidentally mislaid them!

If you’re patient, good things eventually happen. The interview questionnaire turned up, she filled it out and sent it in, and voilà! We have an interview with Oral Sex!

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Oral Sex with her son Bag Less Dyson

Oral Sex is a UK hasher living in Edinburgh, where she hashes with the B.R.A.S. & Pants H3. She’s been hashing for 29 years: during that time she put in 5 years as social secretary for The New Town (TNT) H3, her mother hash; for the past 12 years she’s been the Grand Mistress of the B.R.A.S. & Pants H3, which she founded.

B.R.A.S. & Pants H3, she explains, ”stands for Brewery Runs Around Scotland, Pants as in panting for beer.” B.R.A.S. & Pants H3 now does away events in addition to Edinburgh events, participating in European events and the UK Nash hash, as well as putting on brewery runs in Brussels, Kraków, and Vienna.

Oral Sex describes herself as an old school hasher, ecumenical when it comes to live and dead hare hashes (she’s done both, A-to-A and A-to-B trails (ditto), and singing at the circle.

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When & where was your first hash?

TNT H3, Edinburgh.

How did you find the hash, or did the hash find you?

It found me and I took to it like a duck to water.

How did you get your hash name?

For cracking sexual innuendos.

Did you have a hashing mentor?

Charlie “The Brewer” Tuck.

Where was your first away hash?

North Hants, UK.

Where have you hashed?

Not as many places as I’d like, but I’m getting there now.

Are there places you haven’t hashed but would like to?

Have booked Mother Hash, would like to do Jordan.

Are there places you wouldn’t consider hashing?

No, within reason and safety.

Do you have any favorite haring techniques?

Yes, horrible fish hooks, underwear checks where you change bras (we are an underwear trail), back checks.

What’s the best thing that ever happened to you at a hash?

So many but at East Grinstead set a shiggy trail at Nash Hash; we hijacked the fire brigade and they hosed us down.

What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you at a hash?

Hypothermia at UK Nash Hash trying to encourage hashers into a freezing loch, losing car keys at Kraków. I did not lose them but we were charged £850 … scary.

What is the most dangerous trail you’ve done?

Aberdeen, I think the 1000th, I was on crutches, thought I could just float down the river like an aqua park till I hit rapids and waterfalls eek!

What has been your most remarkable hashing experience?

You know finding me! I was always a townie in with the in-crowd but never felt whole. The hash made me earthy and who I am.

If you could pick the location of a future Interhash, where would it be, and why?

Anywhere out of Indonesia. Choose a continent each time and work from there. If one does not want it pass over. All have to be reasonably safe.

What do you most love about hashing? What keeps you coming back?

My rock got me through so many hard times. Personal.

What part of hashing could you do without?

People thinking it’s fun to piss off Joe Public, that’s not what hashing is about. Hash politics and social climbers on the hash trying to be bigger and better in the wrong sort of way. Bringing the hash a bad name. Social media is a blessing and curse.

Have your attitudes toward hashing or hashers changed over the years?

Yes, I think more new ones need to know our roots and how we were founded and grasp the soul of the hash.

Has hashing affected your personal or professional life?

It has been my saviour, love it to the bones that’s why I am so passionate about preserving its good name.

Do you tell everyone you meet about the hash, or only people you think might become good hashers?

Bit of both, a little to any I don’t think will hash, mega to any one I think should.

Are there certain things all hashers should believe in?

Tradition, bringing new blood into the body of the kirk, respect others and follow the country code. Also get pissed and have fun but enjoy and learn from others where possible. I have not travelled a lot but am getting there now. Hash knowledge is amazing.

What do you think you’ve contributed to hashing?

The B.R.A.S. & Pants H3 is mine. I could not afford to do a lot of events when I was younger. Weekends away were a lot of work, but we (B.R.A.S. & Pants) were back to basics at a shoestring price. I hope I can always say I did my best.

What’s in your hashing future?

Hash travel, cramming in as much as I can.

Anything else? 

Can I just say my son Bag Less Dyson is autistic and proud like I am of him. The hash played a big part in his life. The U.K. Alternative will be in Edinburgh, and half the funds raised by the tartan dress run will be for autism.


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Seventh Rule of Cooking Club (On On Gourmet Hash House Harriers)

Outdoor grilling and smoking requires every bit as much planning & preparation as cooking in the kitchen.

Yesterday’s bimonthly meeting of the On On Gourmet Hash House Harriers was a grilling cook-off. Ditalini and I were the designated hosts, so we set up a new Fortress of Smoke™ on the concrete pad where our hot tub once resided: a charcoal kettle grill, a charcoal smoker, and a gas grill.

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The Fortress of Smoke™

A lot of the planning & prep was making sure the right grilling tools and pans were in place. Late in the morning I fired up the smoker to prepare our contribution, a large brisket of beef and a rack of pork spareribs, pre-rubbed the day before and stored overnight in the refrigerator. The meat, ready at 4 PM, went into a warm oven, wrapped in foil so it wouldn’t dry out.

Other On On Gourmets arrived at 5 PM and we got to work on the rest of the grilling. This wasn’t our biggest turnout, since some of our members were away for Easter, but our core group was there: in front, left to right, Anitra Spezzatino & Ditalini deMenthe; in back, Manzo Spezzatino, Magret de Canard, & yours truly, Crouton deMenthe.

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On On Gourmets

Magret made a grilled vegetable platter with asparagus, carrots, red pepper, and summer squash: marinating the vegetables at home and cooking them, with Manzo’s help, at our house on the gas grill. Anitra also prepped her dish at home and cooked it on the gas grill: ginger-soy-lime marinated shrimp.

When everything was ready, I cut up the ribs, carved the brisket, put a bottle of home-made barbecue sauce on the table, and we sat down to our feast:

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Brisket & ribs, marinated shrimp, grilled vegetables

I said it was a cook-off, and I’d like to say we were all winners, but actually we were all supposed to use grilling recipes from celebrity chef Bobby Flay, and since Manzo & Anitra were the only members who followed the rules, I guess I have to say their shrimp won! But really, everything was fabulous.

Thanks to good planning & preparation, that is!

Our next cooking hash will be in May, and this time we’re going to do something different: rather than cook at a member’s house, we’re going to go out to a famous local Spanish restaurant, Casa Vicente, for tapas.

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SWP Again!

Our friend Horn-E had a Suspicious White Powder run-in with Cook County’s finest yesterday and posted this rant to the hash list:

When will the paranoia stop. No one is spreading handfuls of anthrax in the woods on trees and on the ground and all of the BC letters and F letters and checks etc.?

Horn-E here. Busted just before the finish of laying a Bushman Hash trail in the woods. We’ve only been laying trails in the woods in the Chicago area since 1978, our first hash. Duh!

Two citations requiring court appearances:

  • Polluting and littering: Subject was knowingly and willingly spreading a white powdery substance on the trails from a laundry detergent bottle at Linne Woods and Prairie.
  • Disorderly Conduct: Subject knowingly and willingly made an improper disturbance, breach of peace by spreading a white powdery substance on several trails at Linne Woods.

I was walking through the woods, about 90% finished laying trail when across the prairie comes a County police officer. “What are you doing?” I’ve had this happen before. A simple explanation of “laying trail for a running club. It is only flour” usually works with reasonable police officers. No real harm. Have a nice day.

He had to call it in. This situation went ballistic. Some woman called it in. “When will this paranoia stop. Just because you live next to the woods, doesn’t make them yours.” I digress.

Anyhow, he had to call it in to his boss. The dreaded White Shirt. Then we march a quarter mile across the prairie and we meet the boss. We’re giving you a citation. Hazmet was just about to be called out. That costs thousands of dollars. (It really doesn’t. It is in the March Madness in America. Basketball championships all over TV. All of the Hazmet people are sitting in a fire station watching basketball. They either sit there or go out on a call. They are getting paid either way. Same cost plus gas.) But again, I digress. They are there to stop terrorists like me setting a hash with flour.

But, I respect the police. They have to do what they have to do. It is the paranoid civilian who causes it all and the paranoid politicians and press that keep it up. Do you have a permit. A permit? We had four hounds today. Give me a break. Notify them. We’d have to do that so often they’d get pissed and ignore us. We tried that in Chicago. Just after 9/11. Let the local station know what we were doing. “Sounds like fun. Have a nice day.” A half hour later we had two hares spread eagled across the back of a squad car.

There were three officers involved with busting me. It took the one officer, (actually a nice guy when he figured out what it was about, but he was under orders. He drove me to the start of trail so I could send everyone off) then I stood in the cold for about 40 minutes so he could write the citations. He also had to confiscate my remaining flour and a piece of drywall used to make marks in the parking lot. Then as I ran off to get beer, he hung around looking over the parked cars. (I wonder why, but it is what it is).

Now I will have to get up in the middle of my night, cross half the urban area (probably over two hours) on public transit to go to a court hearing to defend myself or get fined some unknown outrageous sum for having a good time hashing. We are just so horrible for enjoying the woods in an unprescribed manner, in the woods instead of proscribed paved areas, in an unacceptable manner as prescribed in forty seven pages of regulations that no one understands.

Due to the paranoia of the sheltered masses, we get closer and closer to the day when we can take down our flag, cut off our now useless nuts, wrap them in a flag and mail it to ISIS telling them they win, we surrender, please spare us, we’ll convert.

Now I’m afraid to set our next scheduled woods runs. Next Fri, Next Sat. and because yesterdays trail was a monthly all woods hash, next month’s trail.

I remember right after 9/11, President Bush told us to go back to doing what we were doing. Well, we were hashing.

End of rant.

Many hashers assume our SWP problems started after September 11, 2001, but we had run-ins with the law before that. The first SWP incident I know of went down in the early 1990s, when residents of a predominantly black area in Dallas called the cops on white skinheads who were running through their neighborhood while shouting, throwing white powder, and targeting certain homes with chalk symbols. The skinheads, of course, were Dallas H3 hares, and all they were doing was marking trail.

Clearly, though, 9/11 made civilians and cops even more suspicious of strange people doing strange things with suspicious white powder and chalk, and we had so many encounters with the authorities I eventually quit writing about all but the most serious incidents, the ones where hashers actually get into legal trouble.

Like this incident. Horn-E’s been hashing longer than most of us put together, and I’m sure he can explain hashing to the judge, but the fact that he has to appear before a court in the first place is disturbing. All it takes is one do-it-by-the-books cop (or one asshole cop, assuming that’s two different things), and virtually everything we hashers do is technically illegal. Laying flour? Littering at the very least. Chalk marks? Defacing public property. Shouting “On On”? Disturbing the peace. Upsetting civilian onlookers? Ditto. Holding a circle and singing rude songs while drinking beer? Mega-ditto.

Horn-E is absolutely correct about the cost to the taxpayers. Cops, firefighters, and hazmat teams are drawing the same wages whether they’re sitting at the station or answering calls. He’s also right that notifying local cops and emergency responders before setting trails is largely a waste of time. Even if the authorities in your area know about the hash beforehand, they still have to respond when citizens freak out and dial 911, and if they get irritated enough, they can cause us all kind of problems, as they did a few years ago in New Haven, Connecticut.

And it wasn’t like Horn-E was making suspicious marks in a shopping mall or near a nuclear powerplant. He was in the fucking woods.

I guess what I’m saying is, stay on your toes. You never know when you’ll have an SWP encounter with law enforcement. When it happens, keep your cool at all costs. And let me know what happens, so I can help spread the word in the hashing community!

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Pedalfiles Bash Trash: 2/28/16

Somehow or other we missed bashing in January, so the February meetup was our first event of 2016. We kicked it off right with a big crowd of bashers, including some rarely-seen jHavelina hashers and a group of Monthly Cycle bashers who drove all the way up from Sierra Vista.

We met at Tucson’s Himmel Park at 10 AM. It was a perfect morning, as you can see:

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Our hares were Deep Dish and Is It In Yet?


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It’s odd how whenever these two hare, we get a crowd. I think it’s because 3IY is so damn cute, don’t you?

We also have to give credit for the big turnout to Arthur Gash & Fuck Me, who’ve been talking up the Pedalfiles at neighboring bashes in Sierra Vista and Phoenix. Way to represent, you two!

Trail took turn after turn through the neighborhoods surrounding the University of Arizona and Tucson Medical Center. Along the way the pack was convinced the beer check would be at Schrier’s, then at Deep Dish’s house, then Shooter’s, but instead we wound up at Old Chicago Pizza on Campbell. The second leg took the pack to the Tucson Hop Shop and another refreshment break. The third leg led back to Himmel Park and on-afters at Bob Dobbs’.

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Two words: bloody awesome! Next month’s hares, Gash & Fuck Me, have their work cut out for them!

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Sixth Rule of Cooking Club (On On Gourmet Hash House Harriers)

When doubling Cajun recipes, don’t double the cayenne.

The On On Gourmet Hash House Harriers met again Saturday night, this time at the home of Giacomo “Hercules” Mandriano, where we were joined by Giacomo’s brother, Washington DC refugee Giuseppe “Pastoso” Mandriano, hiding from the wrath of the Blizzard of 2016. I usually know what people’s names mean, but Pastoso was new to me so I looked it up. It means “mellow” in Italian. What an odd name. Anyway, here we are, posing for an Ellen DeGeneres-style group selfie:

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L to R: Magret de Canard, Ditalini deMenthe, Anitra Spezzatino, Manzo Spezzatino, Crouton deMenthe, Giuseppe “Pastoso” Mandriano, Giacomo “Hercules” Mandriano

Our theme was Cajun, specifically the cooking of the late chef Paul Prudhomme. Magret de Canard made shrimp, the Spezzatinos a cucumber salad and a jambalaya, the deMenthes pecan praline candies for dessert. The brothers Mandriano helped with the prep, while I chopped peppers, celery, and onions; as we have done before, everyone participated in the cooking.

A few photos (sorry, I forgot to take one of the shrimp, which we gobbled up as an appetizer).

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Ditalini’s pecan praline candies

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Chaos in the kitchen, pt I

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Anitra’s jambalaya

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Crouton chops!

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Chaos in the kitchen, pt II

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Dinner a la Paul Prudhomme


It was a fabulous dinner, and spicy too (see Rule #6). We marveled over Giacomo’s kitchen and utensil collection, the biggest and best we’ve encountered to date, and we collectively thank him for his hospitality.

The next meeting of the On On Gourmet Hash House Harriers will be in March. Our theme will be outdoor barbecue and grilling, using recipes from Bobby Flay. Ditalini and I are hosting, which is only right, since it is I, Crouton deMenthe, who invented the Fortress of Smoke™.

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HashSpace Changes

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Major changes and improvements to HashSpace are on the way and should be implemented in the next few days. Members will be getting an email from Sux2Blow soon, if they haven’t already.

Without giving away any surprises, I’m proud to say that Ra, current webmaster of the little hash site I started more than 20 years ago, is working closely with Sux3Blow and making key contributions to the new HashSpace.

Here’s to Sux2Blow and Ra, and long may they serve the hash!

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