2 May 2014

Friday's Literary Feast

Quotes from The Virago Book of Food: The Joy of Eating

VIRGINIA WOOLF
1882 - 1941

A DINNER AT OXBRIDGE

Here was my soup.  Dinner was being served in the great dining-hall.  Far from being spring it was in fact an evening in October.  Everybody was assembled in the big dining-room.  Dinner was ready.  Here was the soup.  It was a plain gravy soup.  There was nothing to stir the fancy in that.  One could have seen through the transparent liquid any pattern that there might have been on the plate itself.  But there was no pattern.  This soup was plain.  Next came beef with its attendant greens and potatoes - a homely trinity, suggesting the rumps of cattle in a muddy market, and sprouts curled and yellowed at the edge, and bargaining and cheapening, and women with string bags on Monday morning.  There was no reason to complain of human nature's daily food, seeing that the supply was sufficient and coal-miners doubtless were sitting down to less.  Prunes and custard followed.  And if anyone complains that prunes, even when mitigated by custard, are an uncharitable vegetable (fruit they are not), stringy as a miner's heart and exuding a fluid such as might run in misers' veins who have denied themselves wine and warmth for eighty years and yet not given to the poor, he should reflect that there are people whose charity embraces even the prune.  Biscuits and cheese came next, and here the water-jug was liberally passed round, for it is the nature of biscuits to be dry, and these were biscuits to the core.  That was all. The meal was over.

A Room of One's Own

'The Kitchen' by Vanessa Bell

2 comments:

  1. Prunes, aaargh - childhood memories!

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  2. I read this book SO long ago, but I remember the description of this meal. (Thanks for the Friday Feasts, so far and in advance!)

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