March 23, 2010

Queer dinner

Dickon grinned.

"My dinner's easy to carry about with me," he said. "Mother always lets me put a bit o' somethin' in my pocket."

He picked up his coat from the grass and brought out of a pocket a lumpy little bundle tied up in a quite clean, coarse, blue and white handkerchief. It held two thick pieces of bread with a slice of something laid between them.

"It's oftenest naught but bread," he said, "but I've got a fine slice o' fat bacon with it today."

Mary thought it looked a queer dinner, but he seemed ready to enjoy it.

--The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
Mmm, fat slice o' bacon? Sign me up. Is it just me, or are bundles of food made all the more scrumptious by their less-than-perfect packaging? Children's books always seem to have the simplest but tastiest goodies, often bundled in handkerchiefs like Dickon's, all the better for taking along on adventures of the magical kind.

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