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Page 167 - There is no flavour comparable, I will contend, to that of the crisp, tawny, well-watched, not over-roasted crackling, as it is well called ; the very teeth are invited to their share of the pleasure at this banquet in overcoming the coy, brittle resistance, with the adhesive oleaginous.
Page 88 - This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is, A sort of soup or broth, or brew, Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes That Greenwich never could outdo; Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffron, Soles, onions, garlic, roach and dace: All these you eat at Terre's tavern In that one dish of Bouillabaisse.
Page 167 - ... the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of putting the animal to death ?
Page 275 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own : He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Page 167 - ... the hereditary failing of the first parent, yet manifest — his voice as yet not broken, but something between a childish treble and a grumble — the mild forerunner, or prceludium of a grunt.
Page 63 - Morris, in one of his unpublished songs, has set the proper value on such luxuries : — ' Old Lucullus, they say, Forty cooks had each day, And Vitellius's meals cost a million ; But I like what is good, ' When or where be my food, In a chop-house or royal [lavilion. ' At all feasts (if enough) I most heartily stuff, And a song at my heart alike rushes, Though I've not fed my lungs Upon nightingales' tongues, Nor the brains of goldfinches and thrushes.
Page 59 - GRACE. SOME hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it ; But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thanket. ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF PEG NICHOLSON. PEG Nicholson was a gude bay mare, As ever trode on airn ; But now she's floating down the Nith, An' past the mouth o
Page 147 - T would tempt the dying anchorite to eat; Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul, And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl. Serenely full, the epicure would say, "Fate cannot harm me, I have dined today.
Page 213 - Glasgow creed, at least one half of the whole battle. This being approved by an audible smack from the lips of the umpires, the rum was added to the beverage, I suppose in something about the proportion of one to seven. Last of all, the maker cut a few limes, and running each section rapidly round the rim of his bowl, squeezed in enough of this more delicate acid to flavour the whole composition. In this consists the true tour-de-maitre of the punch=maker.
Page 213 - ... this state the liquor goes by the name of Sherbet, and a few of the connoisseurs in his immediate neighbourhood were requested to give their opinion of it — for, in the mixing of the sherbet lies, according to the Glasgow creed, at least one half of the whole battle.