So, I kind of know how this works. I went to McDonalds and I bought five of their new pico-guacamole burgers and then went to Market Basket and got a tub of olives. Since there are no olive trees here at the Mill, I set up under a maple tree next to a stream that ran down to the sea. I took the fatty portions of the burgers and burned them in the ashtray of my truck. Then I ate the burgers, made some libations with my patera, and killed the rest of the bottle of St. George myself. Then I gorged on olives and asked for help three times before passing out.
Very impressive and well researched .This sounds exactly like an ancient Greek religious festival.
My only fear for you is that Athena would not answer your supplications because of the poor quality animal sacrifice you made. There is no evidence that McDonald’s uses actual cows in their burgers. (My guess is there is some hybrid or synthetic creature they have developed that is composed entirely of gristle, but we’ll have to leave that story for another day.)
My guess is it is one of those unprovable possibilities, similar to our previous conversation about finding a good roast beef sandwich at Arby’s: