Tales of the table, kitchen, and larder

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J.D. Strong, 1836 - Cooking - 212 pages
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Page 9 - Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words — health, peace, and competence.
Page 81 - ... which they hold in their other hand upon the same dish, so that whatsoever he be that sitting in the company of any others at...
Page 61 - Drink hearty draughts of ale from plain brown bowls, And snatch the homely rasher from the coals: So you, retiring from much better cheer, For once, may venture to do penance here. And since that plenteous autumn now is past, Whose grapes and peaches have indulged your taste, Take in good part, from our poor poet's board, Such rivelled fruits as winter can afford.
Page 162 - O'er flaming coals let them together heat, Till the all-conquering sack dissolve the sweet; O'er such another fire, put eggs just ten, Newborn from tread of Cock and rump of Hen: Stir them with steady hand and conscience pricking To see the untimely...
Page 81 - ... not reprehended in wordes. This forme of feeding, I understand, is generally used in all places of Italy, their forkes being for the most part made of iron or steele, and some of silver, but those are used only by gentlemen. The reason of this their curiosity is because the Italian cannot by any means indure to have his dish touched with fingers, seeing all men's fingers are not alike cleane.
Page 153 - I cannot endure." He said to Gourville, " My head is dizzy; I have not slept for twelve nights; assist me in giving orders." Gourville assisted him as much as he could. The roast which had been wanting, not at the table of the king, but at the inferior tables, was constantly present to his mind.
Page 76 - It was an usual expression for a Roman to say, ' In other matters I may confide in you, but in a thing of this weight it is not consistent with my gravity and prudence. I will trust nothing but my own eyes. Bring the fish hither, let me see him breathe his last.' And when the poor fish was brought to table swimming and gasping, would cry out, ' Nothing is more beautiful than a dying mullet ! ' My friend says, ' the annotator looks upon these as jests made by the Stoics, and spoken absurdly and beyond...
Page 81 - Hereupon I myself thought good to imitate the Italian fashion by this forked cutting of meate, not only while I was in Italy, but also in Germany, and oftentimes in England since I came home...
Page 53 - ... of people will improve by it. It may happen, in this as in all works of art, that there may be some terms not obvious to common readers; but they are not many.
Page 163 - I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And...

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