It smells like a hearty meal is on its way. I couldn't believe it when the self-elected cook for the day staggered in last night with $200-worth of grub - for 5 people! I know it is a time of celebration and all that good dead Indian remembrance stuff, but where are we going to pack away so much food?

Sticker

All this talk of over-indulgent thanksgiving has reminded me of the term "sticker". Don't read this if you are of a nervous disposition or have a weak stomach.

Now I have your undivided attention, it refers to the job title of young boys back in Roman times. The orgiastic noblemen would eat so much that servants would be required to stick a couple of fingers down their masters' throats to make them throw up - to make room for seconds, thirds and fourths. Yummy.

They always seem to depict roly-poly pasty-faced lords splayed out on a chaise longue, but never say whether women noblettes went the same debauched route. But looking around at the evidence in the current nadir of the American empire, I expect everyone back then, male or female was equally likely to eat till they heaved. Pleasant thoughts to take to the dinner table!