Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 28, 2019

An earlier age Gluten Free diet campaign?

BTW – Happy whatever-we-liberals-allegedly-renamed-Thanksgiving-to to All the Lame and their facsimiles.

Corn; it’s recyclable.

Corn became so popular that a game was invented to throw it in a hole. Happy Turkey Day, Miss Teresa.

Ms T., Thankfully to you and your loved ones….

She is combining corn and comics today…

If there’s one thing I loath is that sports take away family time at gatherings.. every holiday, .Sickening! Seems it takes over everything, including TV! every night of the fricking week! BOO HISS! Just to watch a bunch of over paid thugs get more concussions…duh!

Why not just plant more wheat and less corn?

I like corn feds

Instead

Of grass feds

Happy Thanksgiving, Teresa (and everyone)!

I’m so thankful for Frog Applause and Co. every day of the year.

You can tell these adverts are somewhat old. They would violate present-day ideas of ad design: they have too much text to read.

A pellagra starter kit. " Pellagra can be common in people who obtain most of their food energy from maize, notably rural South America, where maize is a staple food. If maize is not nixtamalized, it is a poor source of tryptophan, as well as niacin. Nixtamalization corrects the niacin deficiency, and is a common practice in Native American cultures that grow corn. Following the corn cycle, the symptoms usually appear during spring, increase in the summer due to greater sun exposure, and return the following spring. Indeed, pellagra was once endemic in the poorer states of the U.S. South, such as Mississippi and Alabama, where its cyclical appearance in the spring after meat-heavy winter diets led to it being known as “spring sickness” …." —Wikipedia

Save the food … Save the world’s cheerleaders ….

Happy lame tryptophanic Thanksgiving to all …!

Do not share any secrets in a cornfield, there’s too many ears..

I’m not giving up wheat until I approve the fluffy glazed corn doughnuts.

thanks, Teresa, for letting me shamelessly plug Cleo and Company here

I am old enough [or, too much; take your pick] to remember WW II wartime rationing and the ancillary saving of various stuff for use in the War Effort—turning in fat at the local butcher shop for grease to be used as lubricant for the War Machine. Dad (who did not qualify for the draft because of what was deemed to be poor eyesight) was called from Chicagoland to D.C. to help with government accounting, and Mom and I went for a visit (I think by train, but don’t really remember for sure), staying at the then-fashionable Hotel Continental. But cars were far fewer and gas was rationed and scarce. Dad had had a car before the war (and before me), but not during and immediately after; our first car in my lifetime was bought in 1952.

So, for me, this is just Thanksgiving nostalgia….