craproot
Original: craproot on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A bearded peasant man (husband): "By gad, wife! Are ye making the bread with craproot?!"
A peasant woman (wife): "'Tis a shame on our home and our bellies, but we must eat, husband! The wee ones go hungry and winter comes upon us!"
Panel 2:
Caption: THREE GENERATIONS LATER
A well-dressed modern man seated at a restaurant table, speaking to a waiter: "Waiter, I can barely taste the craproot. This is completely inauthentic craploaf."
Votey:
The same modern man at the table with a hand on his face, exasperated, saying: "My ancestors must be rolling around in their graves."
A bearded peasant man (husband): "By gad, wife! Are ye making the bread with craproot?!"
A peasant woman (wife): "'Tis a shame on our home and our bellies, but we must eat, husband! The wee ones go hungry and winter comes upon us!"
Panel 2:
Caption: THREE GENERATIONS LATER
A well-dressed modern man seated at a restaurant table, speaking to a waiter: "Waiter, I can barely taste the craproot. This is completely inauthentic craploaf."
Votey:
The same modern man at the table with a hand on his face, exasperated, saying: "My ancestors must be rolling around in their graves."
Alt text
A two-panel SMBC comic. Panel one: a bearded medieval peasant man exclaims to his wife, "By gad, wife! Are ye making the bread with craproot?!" The careworn wife replies that it's a shame on their home and bellies, but they must eat because the children go hungry and winter is coming. Panel two, captioned "Three generations later": a well-dressed modern man at a restaurant complains to a waiter, "Waiter, I can barely taste the craproot. This is completely inauthentic craploaf." The joke is that a desperate poverty food has become a fussy gourmet authenticity standard. Votey aftercomic: the same man holds his face in dismay and says, "My ancestors must be rolling around in their graves."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.