Munchquacks

That is a question that is not easy to answer.
My answer will, perhaps, raise a few eyebrows, cause wrinkled brows and yes, even bring forth invectives. I fully anticipate cries of "Buffoonery", "Balderdash!" and, yes, even "Bullshit!" but it is my duty to answer it and since I know so little about it, my answer will be brief.
Munchquacks are small psychedelic pastries made popular by 73 year old Maude Munchquack in 1932 in Montrose, Missouri.
While munchquacks are traditionaly eaten on the evening of the second full moon of a calendar month, their origin has nothing to do with moon phases.
Maude had stumbled on to an old Indian recipe and the synergetic effect of her garden herbs and the tiny bugs in her flower created a snack that would become almost sacred.
The original recipe, unfortunately, went to Heaven with Maude so today's traditional munchquacks are, as a rule, simply Hostess Twinkies laced with LSD.
It all began one night when the ladies of the Quilt Society met at Maude's home to discuss what brand of tea to purchase for the next meeting. After partaking of the amusing "refreshments" they, collectivly, had the idea that it would be fun to abandon their knickers and go for a walk. When they reached the town's only streetlight, there, in full view of other walkers of the summer night, they, collectivly again, bent over and displayed their vericose veined bums to the passers-by.
Later, the various witnesses described what they saw as a "Blue Moon".
It was an Idea Whose Time Had Come.
Maude and her "munchquacks" as they came to be called, became very much in demand, as they would, it was soon discovered, make any party into "an affair".
Hence: the Blue Moon Festival takes place on the evening of the second full moon of a month.
"BMTs"(Blue Moon Twinkies)are consumed and the revelers flood into the lit streets "mooning" passersby.
Ironicly, the originating town of Montrose has so few passersby that the tradition has all but died there.
There are many twists and turn to the story between Maude's oven and the present day but as I said, I know very little about it.

i wonder if that's the same maude munchquack who made me a man beneath the bleachers at the 1928 goshen--lubbock little league world series. a deft hand with the scalpel but lots of bacon grease in the old moustacchios!! i think i still have a handful of her hair in a shoe somewhere.

You did do but I stole it.

I then stole it from you, and traded it with Jim for some space-age tuna in a vacuum pack. He keeps it lovingly.

makes wonderful seed hair for a nice oozy pilonidal cyst as i recall. wiry, white, and rancid. just be sure to bite off the follicle ends.