Friday, October 08, 2010

Ratafia

Ratafia is a drink or biscuit flavoured with cherry, peach or apricot kernels, or with almond. I loved the invented meanings and have chosen, as today's winner, the meaning suggested by Ruth. Well done and welcome back Ruth. Here's her well structured meaning:

Ratafia is a mythical island somewhere off the coast of Madagasca, no one is sure where exactly. Legend has it that when a craft is lost without trace this is where it ends up. As well as those demised icons of popular culture subject to conspiracy theories.
On the beach at sunset you can sip coconut juice at a beach bar manned by the crew of the Marie Celeste, while Glen Miller and Buddy Holly make sweet music and Marilyn Munroe rides Shergar along the sand.

5 comments:

louisa said...

Ratafia is an Italian dessert, similar to trifle. It originates in the north west of the country and is traditionally consumed on New Year's Day, using figs preserved in syrup and panettone leftover from Christmas.

It is also a girl's name. The name enjoyed a brief surge in popularity in the US in the 1930s, due the success of the critically-acclaimed soprano Ratafia Bruno.

LivelyClamor said...

Hmm, let me see...
Ratafia: a new fashion craze which weaves hair and straw together into a big pile on top of one's head, after which it can be additionally decorated with artificial fruit, flowers or birds' nests, or maybe even all three.

Siobhán said...

Ratafia (n.): The name for a small, incredibly violent and secretive group of rats who - for a short time in the 1980s - terrorised the city of Chicago.

Unknown said...

*Rushes in, throws her arms around Word Imp & covers her in kisses* Hello! Lovely to see you again. Don't pay any attention to that Siobhan, she's a sly one *pokes tongue out at Siobhan*

Right so, Ratafia, hmmmmmm sounds a bit like rafia with rats but that's not nice, give me a moment......

Ratafia is a mythical island somewhere off the coast of Madagasca, no one is sure where exactly. Legend has it that when a craft is lost without trace this is where it ends up. As well as those demised icons of popular culture subject to conspiracy theories.
On the beach at sunset you can sip coconut juice at a beach bar manned by the crew of the Marie Celeste, while Glen Miller and Buddy Holly make sweet music and Marilyn Munroe rides Shergar along the sand.

Word Imp said...

You are very welcome Ruth! Thanks so much for returning to me. And sorry I've been away. Let's hope I'm back for good. See you again soon.