The home of hungry readers
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 my survey of English literature over time. Continue reading “New Adventures in Food”
How impressed I was, I remember well; impressed and a little overawed by the magnificence of the breakfast offered to us. (Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca)
I sometimes think breakfast is my favourite meal. Not breakfast as I eat it on workdays at home – my daily unvarying routine of porridge in the winter months and muesli and yoghurt in the summer – but breakfast at weekends or other occasions when I have time to lavish on it. Continue reading “Breakfast”