A cake of strawberries received by one who hits the search button during the seventh minute of the ninth hour on the fourth day of the thirteenth month of the sixty-seventh year of the dragon. Often delivered by a trio of green-clad elves that are created in a mirror-image of the late, great, mad skate, Muhammed Ali.
I hit the search button, smiling, and got a brilliant surprise, a strawberry searchcake delivered by Naomi!
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. PenguinBooks,1992. p. 38)