As many of you know, today is Cinco de Mayo, when we celebrate the glorious triumph of a small (irregular) Mexican army group in Puebla over the mighty French invaders.
Well, some of us do. Others of us just think it's a day to eat nachos and drink sangria and have nostalgic feelings for a culture we know nothing about.
I say, let's turn the tradition on its head.
Instead of eating "Mexican" food (which, frankly, most natives of Puebla wouldn't recognize), we should show our contempt for the conquered Frenchies by consuming their delectable treats, from baked brie and baguettes to coq au vin.
Not that I object to sangria. Or margaritas, for that matter.
Oh, and don't forget the annual French insult fest:
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries! Eh, I wave my private parts at your aunties! Pppbbbbtth!"