I recently published a post about my beloved cousins, implying a harmonious and loving group of extended family. This is most certainly true - almost.
There is one issue that divides us and like much in the country, the chance of reconciliation seems unlikely. The acrimonious debate is about ... what to call this pastry, a staple of Grandma Esther's Christmas repertoire
Elephant Ears. Elephant Tracks. Elephant Feet. ??
There are those who passionately argue that since they resemble tracks. QED. But ... which would you rather put to your lips, something that brings forth an image of muddy elephant feet tromping through a swamp or a dusty desert caked with deposits? Or, an image of light, flaky alliterative elephant ears flopping in the breeze? [Google "elephant tracks", you will get images of elephant ears!]
I rest my case. But in the interest of harmony, I will yield to the suggestion of my brilliant, ever peace-keeping cousin Rolf and forever more refer to them as
Ole Ears
Merry Christmas all
May all your disputes be as easily resolved as this
Ears, definitely Ears.
ReplyDeleteUff Da!! Was there any question?! "Ole Ears" for sure.
ReplyDeleteI would like to say that the “eyes “ have it, but the EARS have it.💈
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