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Nov. 17th, 2005 11:00 amToday is late Medieval, so everything is in verse. Well, everything outside my mind is in verse. Inside my mind is pretty prosaic.
For some reason I was looking at a verse cookbook or three and wondering if the skill of rhyming recipes was sadly lost, or if it was just lurking. If you can rhyme a favourite recipe, and can paste it in the comments here, I am happy to email a copy of the little cookbook I did for friends a few years ago. No rhyme (since I am both prosy and prosaic), but some fun recipes and bad jokes.
For anyone who wants to share the late Middle Ages, there are links to older cookbooks here.
ETA: I have this sudden desire to write a book called "The secret side of Nostradamus". It would, of course, contain his recipes and translations of recipes. All of which are perfectly cogent, unlike certain rhymes he is most noted for.
Every year I want to make his quince jelly and every year I look at quinces and think "But I am a terribly lazy person and besides, I don't eat quince jelly anymore." Maybe this year I will find a different Nostradamus recipe to deny myself.
For some reason I was looking at a verse cookbook or three and wondering if the skill of rhyming recipes was sadly lost, or if it was just lurking. If you can rhyme a favourite recipe, and can paste it in the comments here, I am happy to email a copy of the little cookbook I did for friends a few years ago. No rhyme (since I am both prosy and prosaic), but some fun recipes and bad jokes.
For anyone who wants to share the late Middle Ages, there are links to older cookbooks here.
ETA: I have this sudden desire to write a book called "The secret side of Nostradamus". It would, of course, contain his recipes and translations of recipes. All of which are perfectly cogent, unlike certain rhymes he is most noted for.
Every year I want to make his quince jelly and every year I look at quinces and think "But I am a terribly lazy person and besides, I don't eat quince jelly anymore." Maybe this year I will find a different Nostradamus recipe to deny myself.