Posted by: Epicurean on: February 16, 2010
The head waiter saw what was happening and began to stalk the plate up the table, but it kept a pace ahead of him.
Posted by: Epicurean on: February 4, 2010
… wine before the mender of roads …
Posted by: Epicurean on: January 27, 2010
There was a pate de Perigord over which a gastronome would have wished to live and die …
Posted by: Epicurean on: January 10, 2010
All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy It was cold in the night and in the dawn before daylight when they woke. Blevins was already up and had a fire going on the ground and was huddled over it in his thin clothes. John Grady crawled out and got his boots and jacket on and [...]
Posted by: Epicurean on: January 1, 2010
It tasted warm and animal, if my memory is right. It’s hard to remember first impressions.
Posted by: Epicurean on: December 24, 2009
I was supposed to be on this diet where you eat a lot of starches and crap, to gain weight and all, but I didn’t ever do it.
Posted by: Epicurean on: December 16, 2009
When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her. Witches have red eyes, and cannot see far, but they have a keen scent like the beasts, and are aware when human beings draw near.
Posted by: Epicurean on: December 7, 2009
The youngest Cratchits in particular, were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows
Posted by: Epicurean on: December 6, 2009
No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me.
