Kafka's Soup
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smokingbootI've had some wonderful presents this Christmas, but only one could induce me to torture friends with my cooking. 'Kafka's soup; a complete history of world literature in 14 recipes' was bought for me by november_girl and it is just wonderful.
There's tarragon eggs a la Jane Austen; "It is a truth universally acknowledged that eggs, kept for too long, go off..." but not in this case, for once our heroine has used fresh eggs and followed the recipe, "She could barely hold back her raptures at how good the eggs and tarragon looked together and anticipated the happy moment when she would see them united on toast."
Or boned stuffed poussins a la Marquis de Sade: "Outside, the judge was slowly peeling away the wrapping to reveal two fleshy white birds, breasts uppermost. I saw his eyes widen and he began talking to the two poussins. 'What have we here? Two naughty little birds.' As he spoke, he gave one of them a playful slap. 'We will need to teach you a lesson.' Placing a hand on each bird he gave them a squeeze. 'You have nothing to fear, my little chicks; it is I whom am corrupted. Whilst I will break my vow before heaven and must expect the harshest punishment, your innocent souls perch in paradise...'
But the recipe that is calling me has got to be Rich Chocolate Cake a la Irvine Welsh:
" Ah drop a packet of butter intae the pan and light the flame beneath it. As it melts, ah pour on the sugar, watching the white grains dissolved into the golden brown liquid. They're dissolving cleanly; it's good fuckin shite. ma hands are shaking as ah sprinkle the brown powder of the cocoa intae the pan and when ah drop in the bar of chocolate ah have the satisfaction of watching it melt straight away. This is a quality fuckin cook-up."
Unlike Irvine ('Ah dinnae want to share any of this shite with mah so-called friends') I would like to share it, so if I ever make a chocolate cake, feel free to come round and have some. But remember, you have to read the book to me. And do all the accents too.
P.S. Yes, I'm still hungry.
november_girl and it is just wonderful.There's tarragon eggs a la Jane Austen; "It is a truth universally acknowledged that eggs, kept for too long, go off..." but not in this case, for once our heroine has used fresh eggs and followed the recipe, "She could barely hold back her raptures at how good the eggs and tarragon looked together and anticipated the happy moment when she would see them united on toast."
Or boned stuffed poussins a la Marquis de Sade: "Outside, the judge was slowly peeling away the wrapping to reveal two fleshy white birds, breasts uppermost. I saw his eyes widen and he began talking to the two poussins. 'What have we here? Two naughty little birds.' As he spoke, he gave one of them a playful slap. 'We will need to teach you a lesson.' Placing a hand on each bird he gave them a squeeze. 'You have nothing to fear, my little chicks; it is I whom am corrupted. Whilst I will break my vow before heaven and must expect the harshest punishment, your innocent souls perch in paradise...'
But the recipe that is calling me has got to be Rich Chocolate Cake a la Irvine Welsh:
" Ah drop a packet of butter intae the pan and light the flame beneath it. As it melts, ah pour on the sugar, watching the white grains dissolved into the golden brown liquid. They're dissolving cleanly; it's good fuckin shite. ma hands are shaking as ah sprinkle the brown powder of the cocoa intae the pan and when ah drop in the bar of chocolate ah have the satisfaction of watching it melt straight away. This is a quality fuckin cook-up."
Unlike Irvine ('Ah dinnae want to share any of this shite with mah so-called friends') I would like to share it, so if I ever make a chocolate cake, feel free to come round and have some. But remember, you have to read the book to me. And do all the accents too.
P.S. Yes, I'm still hungry.
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Play rough with me would you?
Date: 2006-01-09 04:14 pm (UTC)Apropos of nothing, my dear, I notice that you and
Cripes chaps, we've been rumbled.
Date: 2006-01-09 06:03 pm (UTC)It seems that photos taken with a camera phone just look better in black and white.
Re: Cripes chaps, we've been rumbled.
Date: 2006-01-09 07:43 pm (UTC)I don't doubt the sinister allure of those shades, I just feel the junta should be able to supply you with a pair each.
Let no-one say that I am shallow
Date: 2006-01-09 08:46 pm (UTC)Because contrasts are my thing
Date: 2006-01-10 09:08 am (UTC)