Throdkins Throdkins Throdkins

Google, Ask Jeeves, Alta Vista, MSN and Yahoo cannot find this word, so it is safe to assume that the internet has no references to it; there cannot be many real English words of which this is true.
It is not a silly made-up word, but is the correct name for a speciality of the Fylde, which is a rich green plain in North West England that runs from the coast across gently rolling unspoilt rural countryside toward the foothills of the Pennines. And THRODKINS? These are made of oatmeal and bacon and are served with syrup. So there.
Imagine! A perfectly good word that isn’t on the internet!
Or wasn’t. It is now, because I’ve just put it there, in two places, here and here.

[I am not the onlie begetter of the revived interest in throdkins because I read about them in an extract in The Guardian from a book by William Black called The Land That Thyme Forgot, in which he mentioned that they were unreferenced on the internet.]
[See HERE for an update on the throdkin situation]