2 January 2015

Friday's Literary Feast

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

1888 - 1923

It grew hot.  Everywhere the light quivered green-gold.  The white soft road unrolled, with plane-trees casting a trembling shade.  There were piles of pumpkins and gourds: outside the house the tomatoes were spread in the sun.  Blue flowers and red flowers and tufts of deep purple flared in the roadside hedges.  A young boy, carrying a branch, stumbled across a yellow field followed by a brown high-stepping little goat.  We bought figs for breakfast, immense thin-skinned ones.  They broke in one's fingers and tasted of wine and honey.  Why is the northern fig such a chaste fair-haired virgin, such a soprano?  The melting contraltos sing through the ages.



  1. I think that's the first time I seen figs described as virginal rather than in terms of fully-blown and fairly specific femaleness (like D.H. Lawrence, for instance in his poem 'Figs')

  2. Feeling tired of winter? Me too, though it's lovely blue skies here at the moment.

  3. Such lovely descriptions, colors, imagery. Ripe and summery and earthy. She was really a remarkable writer.