Amoeblargh
It’s official!
People love to eat.
Thanksgiving is one of the many holidays celebrated with binge eating. The funny thing is that the only vegetables on the menu are usually hidden under a thick layer of gravy, doused with ‘cream of mushroom soup’, or suffocating under a blanket of fluffy marshmallows.
Gravy is priority. Nobody would really care about the meal without the gravy.
Our love for gorging ourselves may stem from the fact that many people use amoeba as role models.
If that theory doesn’t fly…it doesn’t matter. Amoebas are awesome.
The Greeks had the right idea when they named the Amoeba after a God – Proteus animalcule – after the God who could shape shift. I imagine he could at least make his stomach look like it was talking. People were easy to impress back then.
Unfortunately, pouring an exorbitant amount of gravy down your throat on a daily basis doesn’t give you super powers.
My pet amoeba is named George. I feed him whatever he wants. He’s a fat boy.
I have to admit, I love, love, love food. Waaaay too much. Food is my crack. I’m sure it’s no coincidence that I have started to look like an amoeba more and more each day.