Notice: This post will be a digressive ramble.
From time to time the ‘pile publishes a group of unrelated pictures, pictures of interest that don’t have a major unifying theme. The germ of this post started yesterday, when I walked into the bathroom and saw this:
And when out for a walk with the dog, saw this:
Yes. “What?” I don’t know who did this, or why, but it’s nice that they did.
Back to Olio: Olio is not oleo. Oleo is fake butter, about which my dictionary says, “Margarine is an imitation butter spread used for flavoring, baking, and cooking. Hippolyte Mège-Mouriès created it in France in 1869 when responding to a challenge by Emperor Napoleon III to create a butter substitute from beef tallow for the armed forces and lower classes.”
I ate a clementine and a tangerine yesterday.
More food: A banana flower.
Last month, January, in washed-ashore, sand-covered (it had been very windy) pancake ice was a hole. We’re not at all sure how it got there.
Olio is a word you might know from crossword puzzles. Olio is a puzzle constructor’s friend. It’s been around for a while, but never in common use, except for a brief popularity spike just before the US Civil War. Why? I have no idea, but that’s what the Ngram says…
Ever use google’s “Ngram” feature to see a word’s frequency-of-use over time? Fascinating.
May the olio of your life be as a rich pat of fresh butter, melting fragrant and yellow through fresh vegetables or Sunday morning late-breakfast waffles.