Technically, a henge is actually an oval or circular earthwork, with a surrounding bank built up of the earth excavated from a ditch inside the bank. By this definition, Stonehenge is not truly a henge in any sense, as its ditch lies outside the bank.
There have been many theories as to the intended purpose of Stonehenge and other standing stones. The most likely seems to be, at least in part, that of seasonal calendar, as the sun aligns with particular stones at the solstices. This phenomenon, coupled with the mystery of the henges’ origins, has made the henges into sites of pagan ritual in recent centuries, if not throughout their histories. Some of those ancient rites are rumored to have included ritual sacrifice.
Let Baconhenge be the site of your seasonal celebration! Let bacon stand in for the sacrificed Year King, French toast for the Grain Goddess, the eggs in the frittata for the Cosmic Egg, and the vegetables for the bountiful Earth on which we live.
MMMMM, bacon!!
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Not for the Orthodox, eh?
Did I ever tell you I read all your posts? I don’t always have anything to say by way of comment.
Not fair. My check up last month showed my triglycerides 6 lousy points too high and so bacon has been forbidden. I only ever have it for my big Sunday breakfast but Madam monk even went so far as to throw out a half pound of glorious thick sliced applewood smoked bacon. I love it and miss it terribly…thanks for reminding me.
Seriously interesting construction though.
Thanks gerry! Yeah, lots of folks read, few comment. Doesn’t matter much to me, I just post stuff that I find interesting or sad or that affects me in some way. Glad you like them, though!
Fallenmonk, I’m sorry you can’t haz bacon. That makes me sad…
6 points isn’t so much… We swapped to olive oil ages ago for most of our cooking so sliding in the occasional treat doesn’t hurt. But bacon is actually pretty rare for me, too. Every once in a while I just get that craving for it that nothing else quite fixes….
Same as gerry here, donna, long time reader, sometime commenter. I’m also a long ago bacon eater.
Still eat bacon!
I am writing to tell you about carrot henge. One year, out at West Park, we grew all these stubby carrots that tasted OK, but looked worse than the dirt they grew in. I washed about 40 of them in the kitchen one morning and then put together carrot henge. I took a picture, but it was pre-digital camera. It’s in my closet somewhere.
I was, incidentally, hoping to reincarnate the Wabbit King with this creation.
Ah, brother, you are wondrous… ;^)
Reminds me I should go pick my carrots today before they get too woody…