“At the kneading trough in the bakehouse, he and Philip pummeled maslin dough until the dull-skinned clods stretched and sprang. A scowling Vanian showed them how to make the airy-light manchet bread that the upper servants ate, then the pastes… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“The ancient pages rose among the others, palisaded with strange letters and words, the faint script hardly more readable than the footprints of birds.… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“The Romans eat much Garlic and the Hungarians more while in the Markets of Sidon lovelorn Men pay Ransoms for a Jelly dusted with… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“Clearings opened on either side. Familiar smells drifted in the air: fennel, skirrets and alexanders, then wild garlic, radishes and broom. John looked about… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“Flaking florentine rounds,' he whispered. 'Peaches in snow-cream.' 'No,' she murmured. 'No more.' 'Meat pies. Mutton balls topped with spinach and walnuts and cumin… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“The whiff of Ben's parcel hovered under the delicious aroma of fish. Suddenly John felt hungry. The men, he saw, were sipping from a… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“A great flood of aromas swamped the noise, thick as soup and foaming with flavors: powdery sugars and crystallized fruit, dank slabs of beef… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“He looked up at the dark line of trees and breathed in slowly, smelling wild garlic, mulched leaves, a fox den somewhere and a… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“They drank from a spring which filled an ancient stone trough behind the ruin. Beyond it lay overgrown beds and plants John had never… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“The great chestnut-wood tables groaned under the weight of platters, trays, plates, dishes and bowls. The whole Feast was here, John saw. Every word… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“Now alongside Scovell, John eased preserved peaches out of galliot pots of syrup and picked husked walnuts from puncheons of salt. He clarified butter… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“Are there flowers here, your ladyship?' he asked when Pole had gone. 'Flowers?' Lucretia touched a hand to her cheek. 'Surely you have smelt… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“As he lifted the leather-bound cover, the musty smell of paper rose up. He turned the first mottled leaf and looked down at an… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
