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Eulalia

Poet Laureate
Staff member
Similar to the literary references thread that @Praefectus Praetorio started, but this is about food. Anyone have their favorite literary descriptions of food?
Charles d'Orléans - Le Brie de Meaux

Mon doux cœur, je vous envoie,
Soigneusement choisi par moi,
Le brie de Meaux délicieux
Il vous dira que malheureux
Par votre absence je languis
Au point d’en perdre l’appétit
Et c’est pourquoi je vous l’envoie
Quel sacrifice c’est pour moi !

My sweetheart, I'm sending you,
Carefully chosen by me,
This delicious Brie de Meaux.
It will tell you how unhappily
In your absence I am languishing,
Even to the point that I've lost my appetite -
And that's why I'm sending it to you
What a sacrifice it is for me!

:hambre:
 

jacksjg89

PROCRASTINATOR
Charles d'Orléans - Le Brie de Meaux

Mon doux cœur, je vous envoie,
Soigneusement choisi par moi,
Le brie de Meaux délicieux
Il vous dira que malheureux
Par votre absence je languis
Au point d’en perdre l’appétit
Et c’est pourquoi je vous l’envoie
Quel sacrifice c’est pour moi !

My sweetheart, I'm sending you,
Carefully chosen by me,
This delicious Brie de Meaux.
It will tell you how unhappily
In your absence I am languishing,
Even to the point that I've lost my appetite -
And that's why I'm sending it to you
What a sacrifice it is for me!

:hambre:
I feel like I can go pick up a roll of Brie right now and bake and eat it with some French baguette slices. That’s good. Can we keep it rolling?
 

jacksjg89

PROCRASTINATOR
When I came up with this exercise, which I think I've done before, I was re reading my favorite novel, The Master and Margarita, and I even think I've posted this before too:

'Eleven. I have been waiting exactly an hour for you to wake up. You gave me an appointment to see you at your flat at ten so here I am!'
Stepa fumbled for his trousers on the chair beside his bed and whispered:
'Excuse me. . . .' He put on his trousers and asked hoarsely :
'Please tell me--who are you? '
He found talking difficult, as with every word someone stuck a needle
into his brain, causing him infernal agony.
'What! Have you forgotten my name too? ' The stranger smiled. 'Sorry . . .' said Stepa huskily. He could feel his hangover
developing a new symptom : the floor beside his bed seemed to be on the move and any moment now he was liable to take a dive head first down into hell.
'My dear Stepan Bogdanovich,' said the visitor with a shrewd smile. ' Aspirin will do you no good. Follow a wise old rule-- the hair of the dog. The only thing that will bring you back to life is two measures of vodka with something sharp and peppery to eat.'
Ill though Stepa was he had enough sense to realise that since he had been found in this state he had better tell all.
'Frankly . . .' he began, scarcely able to move his tongue, ' I did have a bit too . . .'
'Say no more! ' interrupted the visitor and pushed the armchair to one side.
Stepa's eyes bulged. There on a little table was a tray, laid with
slices of white bread and butter, pressed caviare in a glass bowl, pickled mushrooms on a saucer, something in a little saucepan and finally vodka in one of the jeweller's ornate decanters. The decanter was so chilled that it was wet with condensation from standing in a finger-bowl full of cracked ice.
The stranger cut Stepa's astonishment short by deftly pouring him out half a glass of vodka.
'What about you? ' croaked Stepa.
'With pleasure! '
With a shaking hand Stepa raised the glass to his lips and the
mysterious guest swallowed his at one gulp. As he munched his caviare Stepa was able to squeeze out the words :
'Won't you have a bite to eat too? '
'Thank you, but I never eat when I'm drinking,' replied the stranger, pouring out a second round. He lifted the lid of the saucepan. It contained little frankfurters in tomato sauce.
***
'Well, now, I hope, you've remembered my name? '
Stepa could only grin sheepishly and spread his hands.
'Well, really! I suspect you drank port on top of vodka last night.

What a way to behave!' :devil:
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Charles d'Orléans - Le Brie de Meaux

Mon doux cœur, je vous envoie,
Soigneusement choisi par moi,
Le brie de Meaux délicieux
Il vous dira que malheureux
Par votre absence je languis
Au point d’en perdre l’appétit
Et c’est pourquoi je vous l’envoie
Quel sacrifice c’est pour moi !

My sweetheart, I'm sending you,
Carefully chosen by me,
This delicious Brie de Meaux.
It will tell you how unhappily
In your absence I am languishing,
Even to the point that I've lost my appetite -
And that's why I'm sending it to you
What a sacrifice it is for me!

:hambre:
From Fielding, a classic visualization
 

Jollyrei

Angelus Mortis
Staff member
We've had a bit of a snowstorm over the past day or two. This was actually less dramatic than forecast. Windar and Barb (and Kathy) will likely not find this sort of thing surprising or out of the ordinary either. Picturesque, but heavy and wet this time of year.
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Gibbs505

SERVORUM DOMITOR

Calf #15

Magistrate
"OK, Crux girls! Strip naked and go shoveling snow!" :devil:

Yes, Master!

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I still can't understand how she got away with the boots and mittens. Not only that, she got the only shovel, so I had to improvise a way to push the snow aside...

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Still, it was better than what happened to the slaves, who were found slacking on the job.

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I'm also grateful that you didn't choose me for icicle removal...

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And, of course, a good boss always arranges for some treat for the guards...

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Calf #15

Magistrate
We've had a bit of a snowstorm over the past day or two. This was actually less dramatic than forecast. Windar and Barb (and Kathy) will likely not find this sort of thing surprising or out of the ordinary either. Picturesque, but heavy and wet this time of year.
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Windar has a way to keep warm in such weather...

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And he and Tree sure know how to decorate their garden.

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I'm not slacking in this pic if anyone asks, just wating for my orders and trying to conserve some of my body heat for later.

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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Windar has a way to keep warm in such weather...

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And he and Tree sure know how to decorate their garden.

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I'm not slacking in this pic if anyone asks, just wating for my orders and trying to conserve some of my body heat for later.

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For those in the Great White North and the terminally wet UK (or is it now DK - Devolved Kingdom?)

Current temp 50F (10C) expected high 70F (21C)
Blossoms appearing at the entrance to my place
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Taken five minutes ago from my veranda
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jacksjg89

PROCRASTINATOR
For those in the Great White North and the terminally wet UK (or is it now DK - Devolved Kingdom?)

Current temp 50F (10C) expected high 70F (21C)
Blossoms appearing at the entrance to my place
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Taken five minutes ago from my veranda
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Speaking of terminally wet, SoCal about to get a nice 8 days of rain, which is now the second best reason not to leave the house for the foreseeable future.
 
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