Moreish

Until a few years ago, I had been under the misapprension that the word "moreish" (or morish, as I believe either spelling is acceptable) when used to describe food was in fact "moorish", as in "relating to the moors" (as correctly used to describe architecture), because the food of the moors was so delicious, addictive, and basically once you popped you just couldn't stop etc. The other day I mentioned to Tucola the error of my ways, which he found amusing and said it was an example of my over-education. Funnily enough though, earlier today, one of the tax associates and one of the tax partners had an argument with a few of the secretaries as to whether there was a word "moreish" (the debate was sparked off my some most excellent fizzy sweets produced by afore-mentioned secretaries), the fee-earners refusing to believe the secretaries (correct) assertion that there was. Ultimately, a dictionary was produced and the two lawyers obviously had to eat humble pie (though they were muttering something about it not being the "queen's english" blah blah) much to the delight of the secretaries. Maybe we are all over-educated buffoons, and secretaries should run the country? Or maybe its just tax lawyers.. The incident also reminded me of Joey Tribiani... Joey: All right, Rach. The big question is, "does he like you?" All right? Because if he doesn't like you, this is all a moo point. Rachel: Huh. A moo point? Joey: Yeah, it's like a cow's opinion. It just doesn't matter. It's moo.