Posted on 11/19/2017 7:16:40 AM PST by drewh
Me too!
Well, the critics are correct in one aspect.
Where is an ordinary non-billionaire citizen supposed to get a giant clam shell like that? You don’t exactly find those on little walks down the beach.
“no room for the food”
Ivanka’s table is probably the size of a corporate boardroom conference table. The display made me think of a sea creature. But to each his own.
I did a search for "white people" recently, hoping for pictures of literally white people (mostly albinos).
I found them, but--the number of anti-white bigoted posts, pictures, memes, etc., that I found was distressing. It is as bad as the anti-black bigotry during the days of Jim Crow and the Klan.
Obama did more harm to race relations and stoked up more racism than any other president in my memory. It will take decades to fix this damage.
Not my thing...but I don’t see anything wrong with it. People that decorate with ocean themes should love it.
The truth is out...Libs hate American Indians because of their distaste for this centerpiece. The quahog was a staple food and was the monetary currency for many tribes. it was also a key part of their spiritual and social welfare system. There you have it — hate the clam, hate Indians.
Quahogs are hard-shelled clams found in estuaries along the Atlantic Coast, from Canada to Texas. Their name, “quahog,” is a variation of “poquauhock,” (po-qua-hock) the Native American name for this clam. In 1758, Linneaus gave the quahog its scientific (Latin) name, which includes the word mercenaria, because he knew that beads of quahog shell were used for currency in 17th century New England – and that “mercenaria,” the Latin word for money, seemed appropriate.
Wampum is typically a long, cylindrical bead, not a disk bead, and much of its value comes from the work that goes into drilling the bead lengthwise, which is a lot harder than drilling a disk the short way, from top to bottom. Although undrilled pieces of quahog shell are often sold as wampum, especially on eBay, they’re really pieces of shell, not wampum.
Only the Northern Quahog, whose original habitat was primarily between New Jersey and Maine, has purple in its shell. And purple is what makes the most-desirable wampum. The purple is due partly to genetics, and partly to habitat. Today, the Northern Quahog has been introduced to other places in the US (and world).
The Narragansetts were virtual minters of wampum. Not only did their tribal lands include a vast habitat for the quahog, they were an industrious people who harvested the shell in the summer and made wampum in the winter. Their long-distance runners traveled hundreds of miles to get the best prices for their beads. They worked hard to make quality beads and bargained shrewdly to get the best price in a trade.
Native Americans wore single strands of wampum as ornament. They also wore belts on which purple and white beads were woven into pictorial messages (sophisticated icons). Because purple shell was harder to find, and harder to work, purple wampum was worth twice as much as white.
It’s easy to regard wampum simply as a form of money. However, this perspective is too narrow, because wampum had a much greater significance in Native American culture. Wampum involved social and spiritual values as well.
Not ostentatious. I like the muted colors against the neutral backdrop. Seems like the statement being made here is going with traditional Thanksgiving colors would bring condemnation from the media and liberals as authoritarian. Therefore less s more in this case.
Personally, screw the libs. She should have presented Thanksgiving in all its glory and added a big Crucifix right in the middle of the display.
I like it!
Considering that the Pilgrims in Plymouth probably had clams at the first Thanksgiving, it works for me.
That would set mouths watering where I work (though I consider such things to be candidates for James Lileks' Gallery of Regrettable Food). GBC was a staple in this neck of the woods. The template for family meals when I was a boomer in short pants was pretty much like this:
Flabby, clammy ham at Easter; turkey the dryness and consistency of punky wood at Thanksgiving; stringy, barely-but-oddly seasoned roast beef at Christmas.
Potatoes, prepared in some awful scalloped (or similar) form that the local church ladies had codified about 1925. Getting mashed potatoes sans lumps was a treat, but often marred by either a lack of gravy or an abundance of gravy that was impromptu'd because the drippings hadn't cooperated.
GBC or the equivalent was your vegetable if you had been a bad child and karma was kicking your butt. Green beans, corn or peas in a straight form might be offered if the planets were aligned; apparently no other vegetables existed until the 1970's.
Rolls from the local grocery, generally made with enriched white flour having the nutritional value of a white cotton t-shirt but a little more tasty, and sized so that it was gone in three bites (a cruel serving size if everything else was inedible).
Listed in order of desirability, but inverse order of likelihood: genuine pop from a bottle or newfangled can, lemonade just made from concentrate, Kool-Aid, milk, water. Adults could have something called "mixed drinks" or beer, generally Hamm's or Budweiser... and I coveted a sip or two, envying the grownups' unfair cornucopia of choices.
And lastly...
Some sort of Jell-O based "dessert" which was just barely edible, or some Miracle Whip- or mayo-based "salad" that was most emphatically not edible at all. After my dad passed away, mom sold the house and threw away a bunch of cookbooks from the 1950's and 1960's that contained local recipes that were either hilarious or frightening. Scanning through it was like gazing at the ghosts of some really bad meals that time hadn't made palatable. These cookbooks had a LOT of these "salads," and while I consider them atrocious (or worse), I know damn well that if my co-workers could get their hands on those recipes, they would think most of them were "delicious."
Mr. niteowl77
Last year in the Philippines, it was reported that a poor fisherman found a 70-pound pearl in a clam like that.
That’s as attractive as a diamond in a goat’s ***.
Any calls for impeachment over this yet? It would make about as much sense as any of their other stated reasons.
I prefer a cornucopia, more traditional, but I’m old, and more traditional decorations appeal to me.
However, if I was from Maine or Massachusetts, maybe a clam shell has some
sentimental value, who am I to judge. :)
It is all just a joke. We all know if any of the liberals had come up with this, we would be hearing how clever, how stylish, artsy, whatever- oh it would have been THE best centerpiece ever.
Good thing there is a photo. Because the words in the article are indecipherable.
No need to be a billionaire, clam shells are available for decorating. It is popular now to make succulent gardens in them for decor so they are out there.
Ah, memories. Yours are oddly similar to mine.
That was awesome. :)
I think it is beautiful. It reflects the sea, yes, but it also includes fruits from the fields. And if we are lucky we eat fresh clams, oysters and turkey for Thanksgiving. Oyster dressing is a favorite in this house.
I am grateful we have Thanksgiving and all the holidays associated with kindness, love and generosity. There is nothing in the centerpiece that does not support those thought.
Yep - the ‘press’ only gives a damn when something can hurt a Republican...
Great use of a giant clam shell. LOL
New Yorkers have a different sense of style. To each his or her own.
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