Posted by: Epicurean on: May 8, 2010
More life in the trenches …
Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks
Captain Gray had also acquired a batman called Watkins who had once trained as a chef in the kitchens of the Connaught Hotel in London. His skill was of little use on the rations at the front or on the limited supplies available in the villages but Gray always approached his offerings with enthusiasm. He was the first to the table. “Help yourself. Fried eggs on the side there. I’ve got Watkins out looking for bacon but you’ll have to make do without for the time being. French bacon’s pretty vile at the best of times.”
