The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for February 01, 2025

Manna feast destiny.

If only ABBA had existed a few thousand years earlier, the pickers could be singing “Manna Mia”.

Thems sure had tablets way before phones.

Food for thought.

If you had to stay in your tent because you were too sick to collect any, you’d see God’s bedside manna.

“Take this tablet and call me in the morning.”

There was some later commercialization of manna;

In the 17th century, a woman marketed a clear, tasteless product as a cosmetic, “the Manna of Saint Nicholas of Bari”. After the deaths of some 600 men, Italian authorities discovered that the alleged cosmetic was a preparation of arsenic, used by their wives.

Every day it rains

It rains Manna from heaven

Don’t you know a cloud contains

Manna from heaven

.

You’ll find your meal’s are fallin’

All over the ground

Be sure that your parasol

Is upside down …

.

(Apology to lyricist Johnny Burke)

I suspect manna was a fungus, a mushroom if you will.

His recipes are to live for.

I can imagine all those people saying “five second rule!” every time they pick up a piece of food that has been lying on the ground.

Wonder how many followers he would have on social media.

How about sourdough manna?

Manna nana, mana nana, hey hey hey, goodbye!

He’ll follow you through right through the sea.

What’s a manna? Nothing, what’s the manna with you?

Spooky. This is the 2nd Moses/God comic that I’ve seen this morning. Check out today’s WuMo.