Cliche Sunday

Ok, it’s Monday. But we had company yesterday. I spent the morning cleaning and getting ready, the afternoon recovering (and lunging the horses), and the evening with company. So I guess we have Cliche Monday 🙂

And on that note, I thought we would do food clichés this week (since food was the base reason for me not getting it done).

a dish fit for the gods: a sumptuous offering. Another cliché from Shakespeare:
But, alas,
Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
Let’s kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods…
Brutus,  Julius Caesar, 1601
Although, frankly, that is more likely to put me off food than me make hungry!

an apple a day keeps the doctor away: literally! This is an old claim, and the first written version can be found from 1866:

A Pembrokeshire proverb. Eat an apple on going to bed, And you’ll keep the doctor from earning his bread
                                              February 1866 edition of Notes and Queries

Apples have long  been thought to have marvelous health properties: “They contain Vitamin C, which aids the immune system, and phenols, which reduce cholesterol. They also reduce tooth decay by cleaning one’s teeth and killing off bacteria. It has also been suggested by Cornell University researchers that the quercetin found in apples protects brain cells against neuro-degenerative disorders like Alzheimer’s Disease.”* Sadly, however, any round fruit was once called an apple, casting the actual “apple” into doubt.  Any fruit was likely to make the diet healthier–and still is.

bread always falls buttered side down: an example of Murphy’s law. And an example of pessimism, in that the worst will always happen.  This phrase predates Murphy by about 100 years, proving that pessimists have been around even longer.

I never had a slice of bread,
Particularly large and wide,
That did not fall upon the floor,
And always on the buttered side!
The Knickerbocker; or, New York Monthly Magazine 1835

full of piss and vinegar: rowdy and boisterous, full of fire and snap. John Steinbeck  used the phrase in two separate books, In Dubious Battle and Grapes of Wrath, making it even more popular. It was also used by several other of his contemporaries,including Joyce,  which makes sense since as in the ’20s vinegar was used to mean vitality and energy. Originally the phrase was not as positive, since vinegar was the common name for piss, and associated with sourness.
They are pestilent fellowes, they speake nothing but bodkins, and pisse vinegar
Return from Parnassas, 1602

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