Apomagdelic. Greek and Roman raw dough napkins. Of course something that we used to wipe our grubby fingers on has become a delicious staple at dinner tables across the globe. What happens if the dough-ball resembled a spoon, or a fork or knife – would this give birth to the first drinking game? Who’s it going to be this time? Who’s going to accidentally eat the communal pre-napkin as they scoop a bite of their mashed potatoes? I guess we still eat delicious items/morsels that come from shit… mushrooms come to mind. I might have a harder time devouring a mushroom if I had personally plucked it from a cow patty. I wonder if my absolute love of sourdough came from this dirty pre-napkins origins. The mother dough eats itself it is so good. Mushrooms, sourdough and goat cheese crostini – I am now craving this delicious treat for supper tonight.
On a side note – was this also the birthplace of feeding our dogs scraps at the dinner table? Does my dog sneak soiled napkins out of our garbage because he has a Greco-Roman prehistory to do so? Must I be kinder to my dog as he does this as he cannot help his genetic predisposition?
Back to the image of these romanesque feasts – back to these paintings of historical moments… the last supper – was Jesus wearing an apomegdalic (sp?) pre-napkin on the cross? I’m going to curtail these strings of thoughts as not to offend anyone.
I see more chalices, heads tilted back, goblets cheersing friends around the feasting table. Skinny dogs with lips furled waiting for their dirty pre-napkin treat.
where rivers are born 