“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 in the book, every fruit in the gardens, every green thing that grew, every creature that… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share
“By day, John buried himself in preparations. By night, processions of dishes once again marched through his mind: poached fish covered in cucumber scales… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share
“Barrels of oysters wrapped in seaweed came by boat from Stollport. Fat beam and trout were carried in dripping wooden boxes lined with wet… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share
