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Sunday, June 26, 2016

Daily Dose


From How to Cook a Wolf, by M. F. K. Fisher

BAKED HAM

"Baked Ham in Cream is a richer dish, but very good indeed, now and then.  There should be a generous, indeed a Hungarian, hand with the paprika..."

From How to Carve a Wolf

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Daily Dose


From The Gastronomical Me, by M. F. K. Fisher

HARD

"It is hard to recognize inevitabilities with grace, and probably she will never quite recover from the shock of hearing me say what she was trying not to admit.  She was very young for such a thing."

From Sea Change 1932

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Daily Dose


From Long Ago in France, by M. F. K. Fisher

SMELLS

"We smelled Dijon cassis in the autumn, and stained our mouths with its metallic purple.  But all year and everywhere we smelled the Dijon gingerbread, that pain d'epice which came perhaps from Asia with a tired Crusader."

From Chapter Six

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Daily Dose


From As They Were, by M. F. K. Fisher

COMING BACK

"Coming back toward the hotel I stopped at the one little pastry shop I saw open, and bought a heavy-looking sausage roll and talked with the comparatively friendly woman there, about the weather of course, and then the gastronomical hazards of being a stranger in a town closed for the winter season."

From About Looking Alone At a Place

Monday, September 24, 2012

Daily Dose

From Among Friends, by M. F. K. Fisher

GO

"Go into any Gaelic lilt or a Marseillais thump or an Oklahoman drawl and I am out the door, as long as it is on paper."

From 19, The Separation of the Senses, or Not

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Daily Dose

From The Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony, by Francine Prose

M. F. K. FISHER

"Though no one else has expressed it quite so plainly and eloquently, M. F. K. Fisher is certainly not alone in her view of gluttony -- a perspective that goes somewhat beyond tolerance and acceptance to border on affection and admiration."

From Great Moments in Gluttony

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

The Clerihew (as a snack between meals)

M. F. K. FISHER

M. F. K. Fisher,
More diner than disher,
Preferred reading to writing, eating to cooking,
And ate PB&J when no one was looking.