Showing posts with label 1920s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1920s. Show all posts

Thursday, 9 July 2015

why, he was gelatined too


Side by side, they looked at Mme. Tussaud's own modelling of Marie Antoinette's severed head fresh from the basket; they listened to somebody's cook beside them, reading from her catalogue: "Mary Antonette, gelatined in 1792; Lewis sixteen, – why, he was gelatined too"...
Seducers in Ecuador (1924)
Vita Sackville-West

A wonderful novella - very, very odd.

Monday, 26 January 2015

tens of thousands of Aussie pies


For the first half of the 1900s only fish and chips challenged the pie as the natural choice for Australians bent on instant gratification of their hunger pangs. In fact, when they opened Parliament House in Canberra in 1926 the organisers decided to feed the multitudes with tens of thousands of Aussie pies. Unfortunately, they grossly over-estimated the number of visitors who would flock to the heart of new democracy. The great earth movers employed to lay the foundations of Parliament House had to be revved up again to bury thousands of left-over pies. The place of burial is said to be beneath the present Treasury Building so in more ways than one the great Aussie pie lies at the foundation of the country's economic health.
Robert Macklin (2012)
The Great Australian Pie: a history and culinary adventure

I discussed this book here.
See also the Guardian on the Australian pie.

Happy Australia Day!

Monday, 27 October 2014

noted for her pickle recipes

Second Cousin Sarah Taylor, with her great, pale, expressionless eyes, who was noted for the variety of her pickle recipes and for nothing else. So afraid of saying something indiscreet that she never said anything worth listening to. So proper that she blushed when she saw the advertisement picture of a corset and had put a dress on her Venus de Milo statuette which made it look "real tasty."
L. M. Montgomery
The Blue Castle (1926)


Saturday, 27 September 2014

cold fish au porto

He ordered a meal that a shopgirl out on the spree might choose – cold fish au porto, a roast bird, and a piping hot soufflé which concealed in its innards a red ice, sharp on the tongue.
Colette
Chéri (1920)

More on Chéri's inner coldness here.