I stood at my stove pouring a thin stream of cornmeal into simmering milk. As it went in, I stirred with a whisk.
“Corn meal mush?” Susan said.
“We gourmets prefer to call it polenta,” I said. Continue reading “Food From Fiction 12: Spenser’s Paper Doll Polenta and Chicken”
“So anyway, dinner’s pretty much ready. We’ve got this sort of, um, baked pasta thing, I don’t know how to describe it. It’s a bit early for asparagus, but it has asparagus, and it’s kind of lemony, and it’s got a little too much cheese… I just don’t exactly have a recipe so I’m not really sure what to call it.” – from Scott Pilgrim vs. the World by Bryan Lee O’Malley Continue reading “Food From Fiction 11: Scott Pilgrim’s Lemony Baked Pasta Thing with Asparagus”
“I did the last minute cooking, which the recipe said you were supposed to do ‘at the table in a sizzling wok before the admiring guests.’ A sizzling wok, my hind foot. Who did they think read those magazines?” –from The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver Continue reading “Food From Fiction 10: Taylor’s Pineapple Chicken Stir Fry”
“Amy peered at the crepe sizzling in the pan and licked something off her wrist. if I took her in my arms, she would smell like berries and powdered sugar.” – Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn Continue reading “Food From Fiction 9: Amazing Amy’s Brown Butter Crepes”
“I have been a little careful to remind you of all these things, to show that we have good proof that every dish served at dinner was partaken of by two people at least, and in most cases by four. The omelette – the only dish which did not go out to the kitchen – was prepared by Philip Boyes himself and shared by his cousin. Neither Mr. Uruquhart, Miss Westlock nor the cook, Mrs. Pettican, felt any ill-effects from this meal.” – from Strong Poison by Dorothy L. Sayers. Continue reading “Food From Fiction 8: The Final Meal of Philip Boyes”
“Tell me, what were your first cinnamon rolls like? And didn’t the recipe look simple and pure and beautiful on the page? And the instructions your teacher gave you, before he left you to get on with it, were perfectly clear and covered everything?” – from Sunshine by Robin McKinley (Berkeley, 2003)
One of my very favorite books is called “Sunshine” by Robin McKinley. It’s about a coffeehouse baker who finds that she has more power than she thinks, and would rather not have found out as the discovery is made under the most stressful of circumstances. She’d rather be making muffins and pies and bread and her signature cinnamon rolls, but instead finds herself in the uncomfortable position of being able to do unlikely things that make a huge difference in the world. However, baking is her passion, so food and cooking are used as metaphors throughout. Continue reading “Food From Fiction 7: Sunshine’s Cinnamon Rolls”
This is Marie, contributing an article about one of Jane Austen’s favorite dishes – or rather, the modern adulteration of it that I enjoyed but she’d likely not find exactly to her taste. Continue reading “Food From Fiction 6: Jane Austen’s Haricot Lamb”