A COD PIECE




                                   Since the fifteenth century the cod has spawned over a wide
                                       area of the continental shelf.  Even today a cod piece is
                                            matter of some delicacy.  A cod piece is often con
                                             -spicuous and ornamented.  It possesses a large
                                               head and bellied appendage.  The colour of a
 cod piece varies depending on the type of
      bottom it inhabits.  It may be various
         shades of grey to green or brown
           to red.  The sides and back are
             liberally mottled with round
              brown to red spots and the
                lateral line is noticeably
                  paler than the rest of
                    the body. The und
                     erside  is whitish
                     The  flesh of  the
                      codpiece is sold
                      fresh    smoked
                       salted  canned
                       and frozen  In
                        the primitive
                         culture it is
                          frequently
                           battered

                                                Michael Small
August, 1992

pub. Home Brew, no.3, April, 1999, NSW, Australia

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