Lawrence P. Stritz is an expert. He's a master chef and something of a culinary genius. Among his many talents, he's a great inventor of innovative dishes. In fact, he's so good in the kitchen, that he's employed by Pennsylvania to teach lowly prisoners how to prepare delicious delicacies (among other things). Chef Stritz serves a marvelous revision of shepherd's pie. He spells it "Sheppards Pie" as if it were a pie cooked up from "sheppards," whatever a "sheppard" might be. It's a very special dish worthy of admiring comment. Chef Stritz is already rightly famous for his lasagna and imported New Zealand Apples. His toxic jelly has won many comments and his frosty dining room is always charming. The Stritz "sheppards pie" is yet another triumph! As you probably know, real shepherd's pie is a nineteenth century dish. It's a (usually single serving) pie made with chunks of meat, often mutton or lamb, potatoes and other vegetables. It's always baked in a savory mashed potato crust. It was a workingman's entree, stew in a potato crust.
It's unclear why the chef calls his invention "pie." It has no crust, but Larry is a culinary genius. There are no doubt excellent reasons for what he does. Certainly his "sheppards pie" is an economic treat for the prison administration. A dollop can't cost even a penny. What's rancid turkey selling for these days? Another prison dining success is hot dogs with bones. One might anticipate an occasional bone in fish. Bones in hot dogs are rather less customary. Like most prison food, the hot dogs are really made from turkey. Sane persons wouldn't really eat them if they valued their health. Wieners with bones are even more unhealthful. Some prison guards display an unnatural fascination with sausages. Perhaps including bone in the mix caters to their obsessions. Shit pie and bony wieners are two of the reasons why the prison commissary makes such a big profit. Prisoners' loved ones send in money for the prisoners to buy food. Potato chips aren't so good for men, but they aren't as bad as shit pie. Always wiling to share credit, the generous chef wants his admirers to know that the recipe for "sheppards pie" is circulated by the central office of the Department of Imprisonment. They want all 42,000 prisoners to enjoy it. Cats and kitty litter are poised.
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