New Adventures in Food

The June day spread itself round Maythorpe Hall, endless, amorphous, ominous. It had no shape – not even a dinner hour, for Elsie was baking and had given Midge ham cake and apples to eat whenever she felt like it, and those had disappeared hours and hours ago. (Winifred Holtby, South Riding)

One thing I hadn’t expected when I started this blog was how many new foods and dishes I would come across in┬ámy survey of English literature over time. Continue reading “New Adventures in Food”