Quotes from The Virago Book of Food: The Joy of Eating
1888 - 1923
Saturday: This joy of being alone. What is it? I feel so gay and at peace - the whole house takes the air. Lunch is ready. I have a baked egg, apricots and cream, cheese straws and black coffee. How delicious! A baby meal! Athenaeum is asleep and then awake on the studio sofa. He has a silver spoon of cream - them hides under the sofa frill and puts out a paw for my finger. I gather the dried leaves from the plant in the big white bowl, and because I must play with something, I take an orange up to my room and throw it and catch it as I walk up and down.
George Hume Barne 'Still Life with Oranges'