Growing up in Britain, my first and only introduction to the Little House on the Prairie “franchise” was on Channel 4 on Sundays, if I remember correctly, some time in between breakfast and lunch. And it was perfect lazy day telly. I came to read Little House on the Prairie, the third in a series of… Continue reading Prairie Chicken and Hash (Ingalls Wilder’s Little House on the Prairie)
I normally try my best not to spoil the stories I write about in this blog, focusing as I do on the moments where food is prepared and consumed, but as food in this short story really is the climax of the piece (as you may have guessed from its title), I advise skipping to… Continue reading Osuimono (Ishiguro’s “A Family Supper”)
This is partly a response to last week’s post, in which I mentioned the dismal picnics in Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat. In between bouts of exhausting up-river struggles in their made-for-purpose boat, the hapless trio manage to find themselves sustenance at every stop-off. None, however, with more (ominous) promise, than Harris’s… Continue reading Scrambled Eggs (Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat)
I should have posted this last month, when the Hay Festival was in full swing, but life had rather got ahold of me! Every year we go to the literature festival at Hay-on-Wye. It’s a thrilling place, and a must for any book enthusiast or collector. Taking place over 4 weeks, it offers all manner… Continue reading A British Picnic (Enid Blyton’s Famous Five Series)
A menu can embody the anthropology of a culture, or the psychology of an individual; it can be the sociology, psychology and biology of its creator and its audience and, of course, to their geographical location; it can be a way of knowledge, a path, an inspiration, a Tao, an ordering, a shaping, a manifestation,… Continue reading Aioli with Poached Fish and Vegetables (Lanchester’s Debt to Pleasure)
Ruth giggled for minutes on end, until she had to leave the room, when he called a baguette a croissant. There’s nothing like food – no more so than in post-war England – to set insurmountable divisions between classes.
She was used to certain dishes, and she had a strong conviction that she could not possibly eat anything else. Fussy eaters top my list of general grievances.* It’s the principle of it all. There’s something either childish or bland about possessing an enormous roster of things never tried but nevertheless apparently certain to be unappetising.… Continue reading Chicken Salad Stuffed Tomato (Fitzgerald’s The Beautiful and Damned)