Thursday, October 25, 2007

Feast

FEAST, n. A festival. A religious celebration usually signalized by gluttony and drunkenness, frequently in honor of some holy person distinguished for abstemiousness. In the Roman Catholic Church feasts are "movable" and "immovable," but the celebrants are uniformly immovable until they are full. In their earliest development these entertainments took the form of feasts for the dead; such were held by the Greeks, under the name Nemeseia, by the Aztecs and Peruvians, as in modern times they are popular with the Chinese; though it is believed that the ancient dead, like the modern, were light eaters. Among the many feasts of the Romans was the Novemdiale, which was held, according to Livy, whenever stones fell from heaven.

2007 Update:  A lush path to desert, as the stomach is the way to a man's heart.

33 comments:

Minka said...

Valhalla rocks!

Minka said...

Minka said...

"Let the feast begin!"

-Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Great Hall, around supper time, second table from the left, dude with the beard

I just had to :)

weirsdo said...

Did you mean "desert" or "dessert"?
Each year the Weirsdos host a Lucullan repast on Thanksgiving that creates the warm sweetness of dessert in the heart but the barren conditions of desert in the pocketbook. Dr. Weirsdo says we can't have any caviar this year : (

Omnipotent Poobah said...

feast - An excuse for sitting around with one's pants unbuckled.

TLP said...

The stomach is the way to a man's heart?? Huh! Woulda sworn it was sumtin' else.

Weirsdo's right. It should be dessert. Then it would be a brillant update.

Mutha said...

Mmmm...dessert

jenn said...

Mm...feasts. Nothing like a food orgy.

Tom & Icy said...

Feast is just piles of poop in the backyard.

karma said...

alas, i have to desert the dessert *sigh*. but you can give me some sugar anytime, darling ;))

agoikn: way back then, i know

Nessa said...

Movable Feast: Picnic.

Nessa said...

Feast: Any time I don't have to cook.

Nessa said...

Feast: Dessert for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Nessa said...

I'm not allowed to make comments like TLP's. Last time I got yelled at = (

Nessa said...

Am I leaving too many comments?

Nessa said...

Feast: When the boss is away all week.

quilly said...

To FEAST in Hawaiian is not to eat until one is too full to continue, it is to eat until one is too tired to continue.

Jamie Dawn said...

Others have already pestered you about the desert/dessert thing, so I'll just add to the chorus of criticism.

Drunkenness!! Gluttony!! YUMMY!!!!
Feasting is one of my greatest pleasures.
Food is meant to be enjoyed, and enjoy it I do!!
You chose a divine word today.
I hope you feast on something good today.

pia said...

Houses and neighborhoods still standing are desserts in the feast in the desert

OK it sounds stupid but the sentiment is good

TLP said...

You yelled at Nessa? You yelled at Nessa? You YELLED at Nessa?

Bad dawg!

Feasts are the road to fat.

nixpy: nix to that puppy.

the amoeba said...

FEAST, n. What somebody out there is enjoying while you're being nickel-and-dimed to death.

Did somebody say fee to that?!? Where has that sar gotten herself off to, anyway?

I have no trouble with "desert". But then again, I'm used to being told that men's hearts are Grinch hearts: two sizes too small.

actonbell said...

Look at all the pretty butterflies!

FEAST!! Tonight's trick-or-treat in these parts. It's a sugarfest that will go on for days.

Doug said...

Minka wouldn't you have liked to see the baby Wagner and Rowling might have had? Or Wagner and Dumbledore.

Weirsdo, I meant it as spelled, but the pun was intended. Sorry to hear about the caviar. I don't know what kind of people we've become when home school music teachers can't afford beluga.

Poobah, what's a good excuse for sitting around with an unzipped fly?

Well, TLP, it's tough to be brilliant on a full stomach and an empty heart, ok?

Mutha and Jenn, it's nice to see that enchanted minds still bring their own S's.

Icy, a feast for the mouth fills the stomach but a feast for the nose fills the soul. I bet Mireille will back me up on this one.

Karma, your verifiers are plenty sweet for all day.

A feast of Nessa! Grand! But WHEN WERE YOU EVER YELLED AT HERE?!?!?!> Excuse me. When were you ever yelled at here?

Quilly, the culture at 30465 Sunrose Place is similar.

Jamie Dawn, all the fast food in the world along I-5. I need your mom's address.

The sentiment is lovely, Pia. Thank you.

TLP, I never did it! NESSA, QUIT TELLING ON ME TO BLOGMOM!!!

That's a great line, Amoeba. I assume you did not hear it from Quilly but I'll check the link.

Actonbell, are you sure? It's only the 25th and a Thursday. Maybe the children in your neighborhood are just ugly.

tsduff said...

Templeton's feast: …oats that the trotters and pacers have spilled. In the trampled grass of the infield you will find old discarded lunch boxes containing the foul remains of peanut butter sandwiches, hard-boiled eggs, cracker crumbs, bits of doughnuts, and particles of cheese. In the hard-packed dirt of the midway, after the glaring lights are out and the people have gone home to bed, you will find a veritable treasure of popcorn fragments, frozen custard dribblings, candied apples abandoned by tired children, sugar fluff crystals, salted almonds, popsicles, partially gnawed ice cream cones, and the wooden sticks of lollypops. … buckets with sour mash sticking to them, tin cans containing particles of tuna fish, greasy paper bags stuffed with rotten…

actonbell said...

That's funny, Doug. The last Thursday thing is a strange custom.
But then, some communities not far from here do it later, so it really is a movable feast.

AP3 said...

This makes me want to eat. Of course, that's not unusual.

Jim said...

Feast: Rhymes with beast. Many a beast was slaughtered and devoured in those early feasts.

I was just giving you a hard time about your picking on Mrs. Jim. You are doing fine, I knew what you meant.
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TLP said...

An empty heart? Ohhhhhh...that's so sad. Sad! I say! *sob*

So, you didn't yell at Nessa? There, there. I'm sorry I scolded you. It won't happen again. (You believe that. Right?)

BTW, it's true that we don't do Trick or Treat on Halloween here. It's a sad and sick practice, but they proclaim a trick or treat date (usually the last Thursday) and that's it.

mireille said...

Of course I back you up, dear boy. Did you yell at someone? Did I miss it? I always get here to late to pile on, dammit. Would've liked to have been the first for dessert. xoxo

quilly said...

TLP -- revisit the comments for Shahrazade's Wedding. I do believe Nessa was scolded. So was I and I did not provoke him. I am sweet and kind and innocent and do not even know how to provoke. (In case those words sound familiar, once once one finds a refrain that seems to work, it is advisable to stick with it.)

weirsdo said...

Actually we've been having to make do with sevruga for some time.

G said...

feast: courtesy of Scissors, bless his culinary heart. I help out and all, but...yeah feast.

Doug said...

Sorry for my remissness y'all.

Terry, that's my favorite web right there. Even as a boy I understood Templeton.

Actonbell, a 16-year-old with a driver's license is kind of in high fettle, Twin 16-year-olds even more so, but I bet the ones I know have econometrics class or something.

AP3, have a hamburger. You'll feel better.

Jim, by golly, I oughta be able to take a joke. Thanks for clarifying.

TLP, when have I yelled at someone online? I may have been sarcastic with Nessa. It happens on occasion.

Mireille, when you get here is automatically right on time.

Is that where it happened Quill? OK, I'm going to check.

Weirsdo, there's no justice in this world. If there were, rednecks like me would know what a Sevruga was.

G, bless him double for cutting hair and cooking supper. Has he started cooking for Louie yet?

cooper said...

I can't compete with nessa so I pass.