I don’t recall when or how we dropped dromedary hump day for wings and feathers day but I suspect it had something to do with our potato head leader.
As a child I had a love/hate relationship with dates, hating most things containing the sweet, cloying fruit - with the exception of my Grandmother’s not- so-sweet soft pastry-like sugar cookies filled with a date mixture tempered with plenty of lemon juice to take the sweetness down a notch or so.
So now, Wednesday is technically wings and feathers.
P.S If you still feel as though you must sniff and hump, please do so responsibly; unlike the most dubiously elected official in the history of the country.
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