Mmmmmmgarlic. Hey, is that particularly manlike mandrake on the left-hand stake?

Naw, just some li'l fetish doll. Mandrake would have looked better.

Mmmm....ergot. raarggghh <em>*drools and stares off into a nightmare of his own design*</em>

A while back I was reading through the Gies' book on medieval village life. Apparently, people generally disliked going to the miller, because he'd take some of your grain in return for grinding the stuff. So most people ate pottage to avoid having to use the mill, and to make sure that they were getting extra mileage out of the stuff, they'd encourage their grain to sprout, by storing it in warm, slightly moist places. The pagaent of medieval history was created by people who were tripping on bad oatmeal.

Oh wow - I didn't know that.
I had heard ergot mentioned as a possibility for causing the whole 'demonic possesion' and inevitable witch-hunts in Salem and the like.

That's what I'd heard too. I don't think it happened all the time - just often enough for there to be sporadic witch-crazes and the like.

Player: "My character sits down to eat breakfast"

GM: "SANITY TEST!"

x-D

cool! =3

Psychedelic oatmeal.

Explains that creepy blank smile on the Quaker Oats© dude's face . . .

"When shall we meet again?"

Reminds me of arguments i've seen regarding the whole mess in Salem being due to a particularly abundant rye crop during an especially damp season >.>

i love the little details here; the garlic, the doll, the pattern on the cauldron.

Just when you thought it was safe to eat breakfast...

Nice piece!