It’s the day I’m sure you’ve been pining for. It’s Pepper Pot Day. I know, I’m sorry you had to wait the entire year for this most memorable of days. Ok, so maybe no one was really jazzed for Pepper Pot Day. But you should be.
So back during the Revolutionary War, we weren’t feeling so hot. Winter blows. Especially when there was no such thing as North Face to ensconce your body in. Anyway, all of our soldiers were miserable and hungry and cold and probably sick. Food was pretty scarce. Animals have figured winter out better than we have and they hibernate. I’m considering it for next year, but it sounds like a lot of work.
Anyway, George Washington, I’m sure you’ve heard of him, told the cooks to make a soup that would warm up the soldiers. So the crafty cook took some tripe, AKA the stomach lining of an available bovinesque creature, peppercorn and other soupy things and crafted up pepper pot soup.
Apparently it was a gigantic success. Spirits were raised and we stuck it to the British. It sort of sounds like that magic juice Bugs Bunny hands out at the Space Jam basketball game, just water, but everyone kicks ass after drinking it.
So if it weren’t for tripe and peppercorns and the French we could have lost. So there’s that. A history lesson. If you are getting ready to ask if I ate pepper pot soup, I didn’t. I’m the one that told you what tripe was remember?
Also, Pepper Potts is Tony Stark’s (Iron Man) secretary. If you feel like celebrating that, feel free. To each his own.
Founded on stomach lining.