Posted by: Epicurean on: May 30, 2012
The ale and bread went from mouth to mouth in a slow sunwise circle.
Posted by: Epicurean on: October 9, 2010
The year is 1722 and bubonic plague is ravaging London with people dying like flies. Meanwhile the glorious smell of baking bread wafts through eerily empty streets. A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe The price of bread in particular was not much raised for in the beginning of the year, viz in the [...]
Posted by: Epicurean on: July 12, 2010
Some soup with your lovely bread, sir? The House of the Dead by Fyodor Dostoevsky The food too seemed to me fairly sufficient. The convicts used to declare that it was not so good in disciplinary battalions in European Russia. That I cannot undertake to pronounce upon: I have not been in them. Moreover, many [...]
Posted by: Epicurean on: June 7, 2010
An early environmental impact assessment … This Bread I Break by Dylan Thomas This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wine at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy.
Posted by: Epicurean on: May 2, 2010
Life in the WWI trenches … All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque We must look out for our bread. The rats have become much more numerous lately because the trenches are no longer in good condition. The rats here are particularly repulsive, they are so fat – the kind we all [...]
