Like many, you may be enjoying a sundae as you read this. But I’m sure very few of you know the story of that sundae.

In a French village south of Paris, a chef worked hard all week, except Sunday, his day of rest. On Sundays the restaurant closed, which gave the village idiot an idea.

He bought some ice-cream and some chocolate sauce. He combined his ingredients and set-up shop outside the closed restaurant and wrote the name of his shop on a chalkboard “SUNDAE.” He meant to write Sunday, but didn’t know how to spell.

One Sunday the restaurant chef came by and had a “Sundae,” he liked it and started serving Sundaes in his restaurant. He even named the Nut Sundae after the village idiot.