"Oh, I love nothin' better than a meal that's served up hot,
so stir your stumps there Cooky,
an' let's see what you've got.
A pie, a pastie or pudden,
a flan, a stew or cake,
to save a poor maid starvin',
lets see what ye can make.
Me tummy's a-rumble, apple crumble
just might halt its din;
a fair old scoop of mushroom soup,
would stop me growin' thin.
You'd win my heart with a damson tart,
I'd wolf it at one bite,
an' follow it up with a fruitcake
at dinnertime tonight!
Oh, serve more salad, I fear my ballad
is coming to an end,
take pity on me with a fresh pot o' tea,
'cos I'm fading fast, dear friend.
Pretty soon, I fear, you well may hear
this maiden's final moans,
tell Mama not to weep, or loose any sleep,
when they find her daughter's bones!"
--Brian Jacques
2 comments:
From "Eulalia!" by Brian Jacques.
I think it's so funny how important mealtimes are; we ate very late and everyone had trouble with it. One quotes a ballad on food, another posts on facebook, another curls up on the couch feeling miserable, etc. We certainly are a 'food' family!
We ate a whole loaf of freshly baked bread to hold us over but it wasn't quite enough.
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