Posted by: Epicurean on: May 7, 2012
A plate of soup doesn’t sound too threatening … Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye By Horace McCoy The soup, mushroom, was boiling around the edges and I stirred it and watched the boil come back to the edges and I stirred it again and then poured it into a bowl and sat down at the kitchen table. [...]
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: January 1, 2010
It tasted warm and animal, if my memory is right. It’s hard to remember first impressions.
