fourings forever!

it was an unbelievably close race but in the end only 1 word could be selected as the word idol. that word is fourings.

the other words had their work cut out for them at the start—for it is certainly a feat to challenge something that is more than a word—it’s a bonus meal, a nascent social institution, a method of weening ourselves off of oprah, an excuse to cram savory pies into our hungry little mouths, a way of telling the bourgeois snoots that teabag themselves silly every day at 4 that their dainty eating ritual is no longer their own, a symbol of what once was enjoyed by our ancestors may also be enjoyed by us. please join me in a celebratory fourings to fourings!

in the weeks to come, i will keep you posted on what is being done to force fourings back into the english language for all eternity.