Re: Food and feasting - AR and EB


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Posted by Ed Kiser on October 26, 2008 at 17:00:45 user Kisered.

In Reply to: Re: Food and feasting - AR and EB posted by Jock on October 26, 2008 at 23:01:45:

There is the feast that never came off. In WH, Mrs. Blackett invited the polar explorers to Beckfoot for a dinner, but Nancy started to not feel so good. By the time Peggy had fought through the icebergs and ferried them back to Beckfoot, they were herded into the Study, and then informed that Nancy was ill, and that to avoid catching it, they had to immediately leave.

Another feast that did happen, yet not with all the intended participants, was in the Fram in WH, as they were to hold council to finalize the plans for the push to the North, and to celebrate Nancy's being allowed out, having sufficiently recovered from the Mumps. The blizzard kept Nancy home, and due to a misunderstanding as to the meaning of the Flag At Beckfoot, the D's were actually sledging across the ice, unaware of the celebration at the Fram.

WH certainly had its feasts. There was the hot pot at the iglo, and the final feast at the North Pole itself. And considering how the supplies were practically totaly devoured by the time CF arrived at he houseboat, there must have been some repetitive dipping into the larder at the Fram.

And in SA - Not sure it could be called a "feast" but there was that community dipping into the common pot of hot porridge that Mrs. Dixon brought to the island right after that rain and wind storm on Wild Cat Island. Of course, this was not just the explorers, as they had to put up with quite a collection of Natives who wanted to know who survived that storm. What a finish to their camping adventure!

In PP, the cannonball meal, while not exactly a feast, was a time of celebration, as Roger showed up "just in time" with the news that he had found gold, and had the quartz sample to show for it. That certainly made for a joyous feasting of cannonballs.

Perhaps the most memorable feast was at the Dog's Home, which fortunately was attended by an unexpected Guest, a Wet Seal by the name of Nancy, as they sat about the pot and enjoyed Rabbit with their fingers. After the task of dressing out that rabbit and skinning it, eating the fruit of that labour was definitely a celebration. They earned Nancy's praise and approval, not only for that rabbit, but also for the trout they had eaten after catching them by guddling. That really impressed Nancy.

As for "buttered eggs" - it seems that it was Dot that prepared that dish. Once at the Dog's Home, and another time in the houseboat while Dick was helping Timothy with the stinks. It seems that Susan, who we always though was the one to do buttered eggs, claimed to be good at it, but it seems that if she ever really did cook them, this event was not recorded. She talked of her ability, then we never saw her put that into practice. There is also that reference to where Mrs. McGinty fixed buttered eggs, but that is a trivial reference in passing.


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"An' well you may be sorry," said Mrs. McGinty. "Mr. Farland's had a letter the noo and I'll be keepin' his buttered eggs warm... So help yoursel's while ye can."
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Any Pict, of course, would be glad to have a rabbit to cook, but this was not the time to start skinning it when at any minute Nancy might come racing up with something urgent for them to do. She made a simpler meal, opening a tin of tomato soup which she heated in the saucepan, and followed that with buttered eggs and sardines.
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"I'm glad we haven't got them any longer," said Dorothea. "But I do wish we knew what's happening at Beckfoot. Buttered eggs, I think," she went on. "He's got lots of eggs and butter and I know I can do that. But the frying pan's in an awful mess, and there isn't a single clean plate. You go back and stay with him while I get a bit tidy. Susan wouldn't begin to cook with everything like this."
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"It's going to be buttered eggs," said Dorothea. "But there may be just a few bits of eggshell."
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Presently, sitting round the end of the table where they had made room for their plates among the samples and bottles and chemical apparatus, they were eating buttered eggs, drinking ginger-beer from the store that had been left by Captain Flint, and hearing of all that had been going on at the new copper mine that had been the result of their last summer's gold prospecting with the Swallows and Amazons.
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"And a saucepan and a frying-pan," said Mate Susan, looking at her list. "I'm best at buttered eggs."
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Ed Kiser, Kentucky



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