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December 23, 2017

December 23, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 1:42 pm

This tiny chicken was the largest I could find for my pitiful Cratchit family Christmas dinner.  I’m satisfied with its size and cheapness because it was marked down to half price (from ¥980) and will eke it out with roasted vegetables.

From “A Christmas Carol”:

“There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn’t believe there ever was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavour, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by apple sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish), they hadn’t ate it all at last!

“The poulterers’ shops were still half open, and the fruiterers’ were radiant in their glory. There were great, round, pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped like the waistcoats of jolly old gentlemen, lolling at the doors, and tumbling out into the street in their apoplectic opulence. There were ruddy, brown-faced, broad-girthed Spanish onions, shining in the fatness of their growth like Spanish friars, and winking from their shelves in wanton shyness at the girls as they went by, and glanced demurely at the hung-up mistletoe. There were pears and apples, clustered high in blooming pyramids, there were bunches of grapes, made in the shopkeepers’ benevolence, to dangle from conspicuous hooks that people’s mouths might water gratis as they passed; there were piles of filberts, mossy and brown, recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks amongst the woods, and pleasant shufflings ankle deep through withered leaves; there were Norfolk Biffins, squab and swarthy, setting off the yellow of the oranges and lemons, and, in the great compactness of their juicy persons, urgently entreating and beseeching to be carried home in paper bags and eaten after dinner. … The Grocers’! …  It was not alone that the scales, descending on the counter, made a merry sound, or that the twine and roller parted company so briskly, or that the canisters were rattled up and down like juggling tricks, or even that the blended scents of tea and coffee were so grateful to the nose, or even that the raisins were so plentiful and rare, the almonds so extremely white, the sticks of cinnamon so long and straight, the other spices so delicious, the candied fruits so caked and spotted with molten sugar, as to make the coldest looker-on feel faint and subsequently bilious. Nor was it that the figs were moist and pulpy, or that the French plums blushed in modest tartness from their highly decorated boxes, or that everything was good to eat and in its Christmas dress; but the customers were all so hurried and so eager in the hopeful promise of the day, that they tumbled up against each other at the door … in the best humour possible … .”

5 Comments »

  1. It looks good!

    Are you back? You have been missed.

    Comment by stellastarstruck — December 24, 2017 @ 3:10 am

    • I hope I’m back. Thank you for saying I’ve been missed!

      Comment by theresaurus — December 24, 2017 @ 11:01 am

  2. Yes, very glad to see you back. Cecilia (this is posting me anonymously).

    Comment by Anonymous — December 27, 2017 @ 2:59 am

    • Hi Cecilia! My New Year’s Resolution is to blog again, but it will probably be a lot of the same old photos, recycled. Oh well!

      Comment by theresaurus — December 30, 2017 @ 11:58 pm

      • I am so pleased to hear that. You write very elegantly.

        Comment by Anonymous — January 4, 2018 @ 3:40 am


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