Quotes from The Virago Book of Food: The Joy of Eating
Joan Wyndham grew up at Clouds, a Victorian country house with forty bedrooms and a kitchen so far from the dining room that a miniature railway track was built to carry food from one place to the other. Wyndham later opened Oxford's first espresso bar, ran a hippy restaurant on London's Portobello Road, and cooked at major pop festivals.
Saturday 14th September
Everybody was in the shelter by now, and one by one we began talking about food until we had worked ourselves up into a kind of gastric frenzy. We each made up our ideal menu, and recited it amid groans of thwarted appetite and sighs of appreciation. "Entrecote minute!', 'Irish stew!', 'Cheese omelette!' echoed among the steel girders that held up the roof. Soon we had all sunk into a state of exhausted lethargy, long silences broken only by an occasional mutter of 'roast beef and Yorkshire pudding' or 'treacle sponge and custard'. Some late arrivals aroused us to a new peak by bringing their lunch in from De Cock's, and eating it with champings and loud swallowing noises.