April 24, 2010

Meat and potatoes

"I would gladly have eaten the potatoes and let the meat alone, but having got a large piece of the latter on to my plate, I could not be so impolite as to leave it; so, after many awkward and unsuccessful attempts to cut it with the knife, or tear it with the fork, or pull it asunder between them, sensible that the awful lady was a spectator to the whole transaction, I at last desperately grasped the knife and fork in my fists, like a child of two years old, and fell to work with all the little strength I possessed. But this needed some apology – with a feeble attempt at a laugh, I said, 'My hands are so benumbed with the cold that I can scarcely handle my knife and fork.'


'I daresay you would find it cold,' replied she with a cool, immutable gravity that did not serve to reassure me."
--Agnes Grey, Anne Bronte
Poor Agnes. She wouldn't have had this problem if she were served a nicely roasted chicken drumstick like the one pictured above – one of my favorite versions of meat and potatoes; no knife required.

No comments: