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Feb. 12th, 2007 01:51 pmI've been tagged again., I skipped the last tag and felt guilty, so I have to do this one. If you want to do this meme, I tag you and if you don't, I don't.
"1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open to page 123, look down to the 5th sentence.
3. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog.
4. Include the title and the author's name.
5. Tag 3 people"
I have 4 books right near me and a bunch more a bit further away. The equidistant-closest are Albert Henry's Chrestomathie de la littereture en ancien francais, KT Achaya's Indian Food: A Historical Companion, Peter Pan (JM Barrie) and The Alice B Toklas Cookbook.
Let me do my three sentences in no particular order. If some of them make you feel hungry, blame Doubtful Muse, who tagged me.
Achaya (and methi is fenugreek leaf, in case you wondered):
"Two popular desserts are both based on the banana. Well-ripened fruits are mashed with the powder of roasted rice, to which a little methi is added, to give uncooked thambuttu, eaten with ghee, fresh coconut scrapings and whole roasted sesame seeds. To make koale-puttu, a banana mash with small wedges of mature coconut is steamed in a banana leaf packet, which is opened to eat a brown slab, eaten either hot or cold with fresh butter."
Alas, I have no bananas. Nor do I have banana leaf. Nor much else. Today I eat leftovers (I didn't make my chicken curry in the end - too tired) and tomorrow I shop. Leftovers look like cabbage and yoghourt. Very exciting.
Now for Alice B Toklas.
"You could have substituted other dishes. Not, said he, when you were a guest.
At this time there was staying with us at Bilignin an American friend who said he would send us a menu from the restaurant of the hotel we would be staying at when Gertrude Stein lectured in his home town, which he did promptly on his return there."
And now for J.M. Barrie
"It was not really a piece of paper; it was the Never bird, making desperate efforts to reach Peter on her nest. By working her wings, in a way she had learned since the nest fell into the water, she was able to some extent to guide he strange craft, but by the time Peter reognized her she was very exhausted. She had come to save him, to give him her nest, though there were eggs in it."
And finally, from Albert Henry's fine compilation (and I am interpeting the word 'sentence' a bit liberally here, for reasons that will become obvious, and I don't know how to do the acents, so if you could please imagine them I would be most grateful) we have a bit of La Mort le Roi Artu. What is it with guys who fall in love with swords, anyhow?:
"Sire" fet il, "ge fere vostre commandement, mes encore volsisse ge mieuz, s'il vos pleust, que vos le me donnissiez.- Non fere", fet li rois, "car en vos ne seroit ele mie bien emploie."
Lors vet Girflet el tertre, et quant il vint au lac, it tret l'espee del fuerre et la commenca a regarder; et ele li semble so bone et si bele qu'il est avis que trop seroit grant domage, s'il la gitoit en cel lac, si com lui rois li avoit commande, can einsi seroit ele perdue, mieuz vient qu'il i giet le seue et qu'il die au roi qu'il l'i a gitee."
Sorry about any and all typing errors. At least all the passages turned out to be interesting!
"1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open to page 123, look down to the 5th sentence.
3. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog.
4. Include the title and the author's name.
5. Tag 3 people"
I have 4 books right near me and a bunch more a bit further away. The equidistant-closest are Albert Henry's Chrestomathie de la littereture en ancien francais, KT Achaya's Indian Food: A Historical Companion, Peter Pan (JM Barrie) and The Alice B Toklas Cookbook.
Let me do my three sentences in no particular order. If some of them make you feel hungry, blame Doubtful Muse, who tagged me.
Achaya (and methi is fenugreek leaf, in case you wondered):
"Two popular desserts are both based on the banana. Well-ripened fruits are mashed with the powder of roasted rice, to which a little methi is added, to give uncooked thambuttu, eaten with ghee, fresh coconut scrapings and whole roasted sesame seeds. To make koale-puttu, a banana mash with small wedges of mature coconut is steamed in a banana leaf packet, which is opened to eat a brown slab, eaten either hot or cold with fresh butter."
Alas, I have no bananas. Nor do I have banana leaf. Nor much else. Today I eat leftovers (I didn't make my chicken curry in the end - too tired) and tomorrow I shop. Leftovers look like cabbage and yoghourt. Very exciting.
Now for Alice B Toklas.
"You could have substituted other dishes. Not, said he, when you were a guest.
At this time there was staying with us at Bilignin an American friend who said he would send us a menu from the restaurant of the hotel we would be staying at when Gertrude Stein lectured in his home town, which he did promptly on his return there."
And now for J.M. Barrie
"It was not really a piece of paper; it was the Never bird, making desperate efforts to reach Peter on her nest. By working her wings, in a way she had learned since the nest fell into the water, she was able to some extent to guide he strange craft, but by the time Peter reognized her she was very exhausted. She had come to save him, to give him her nest, though there were eggs in it."
And finally, from Albert Henry's fine compilation (and I am interpeting the word 'sentence' a bit liberally here, for reasons that will become obvious, and I don't know how to do the acents, so if you could please imagine them I would be most grateful) we have a bit of La Mort le Roi Artu. What is it with guys who fall in love with swords, anyhow?:
"Sire" fet il, "ge fere vostre commandement, mes encore volsisse ge mieuz, s'il vos pleust, que vos le me donnissiez.- Non fere", fet li rois, "car en vos ne seroit ele mie bien emploie."
Lors vet Girflet el tertre, et quant il vint au lac, it tret l'espee del fuerre et la commenca a regarder; et ele li semble so bone et si bele qu'il est avis que trop seroit grant domage, s'il la gitoit en cel lac, si com lui rois li avoit commande, can einsi seroit ele perdue, mieuz vient qu'il i giet le seue et qu'il die au roi qu'il l'i a gitee."
Sorry about any and all typing errors. At least all the passages turned out to be interesting!