Anchovies.  They arrived in my vocabulary several years ago as a foreign novelty, something never seen or tried and therefore certainly not true.  My thoughts were to keep them off my pizza, please, whatever they are!  Were they a vegetable like artichokes and avocados, none of which grew in the gardens of southwest-ern Minnesota? 
We never caught them at the end of a hook like we did bullheads from Dead Coon or Goose Lake.  They were also not in jars or cans on the food shelves in our basement or at Wixon's Market or Pete Bot's.
One day soon I hope to write the story of our recent trip to all the famous cities of Italy where they commonly serve anchovies with their Caesar salads and on top of their pizzas.  I came to relish the little salty slivers some years ago as Italian restaurants popped up and became popular here and there across the land. 
I also came to relish hiding a fish-hook some years ago in each and every issue of the Victoria Gazette.  You'll never catch an anchovy with it, but you could catch a ten-dollar bill if you find it and if your name is pulled in the monthly drawing.
Last month Fr. Ferdinand Jennen of Hasselt, Belgium, had his name pulled from the minnow bucket.  He finds the fishhook every month, good and faithful fisher of men that he is.  This time it was hiding in a letter of the Kid Talk ad on page 24 of the September Gazette.
There's another fishhook hiding in this issue of the Gazette.  If you find it, drop a line telling of its location and sinker in the mail to Box 387, Victoria, MN 55386.  That's how you become part of this little adventure.
In that area where Fr. Jennen lives near Holland, the Netherlands, and the North Sea, I came to relish lox on my salads and breads.  Now I purchase it often and serve it on crackers with cream cheese and capers.
Why are we always talking about food?  Why are we always hungry?