...l pasta, several kinds of bread, dried figs, camembert, her three-layered pastry, and Moselle wine. She appreciates my fondness for sweets. I asked... ... them about their tools, and try to improve them. Shovels. Spades. Rakes. Forks. I have sug- gested a more efficient roasting spit—I have made detail... ...ne but I preferred working with others. Stripped to the waist, hatless, I forked and grunted and Burt pulled and farted. Some of the time I had to s... ... of us sang, horses perkier for our merriment. Mildred was as good at the fork as I: working side by side, we often bumped and her blue eyes would w... ...the dark, my sleep, my sleep- walker’s darkness. Dressed for Tambourlaine, forked beard over red cloak, he swings through lines, a torch gleaming, sm... ...s day in and day out. They helped and hindered boisterously, helped pitch-fork the cow’s stall, water the horse, carry in the wood for the stove; th...

...until he decided to scoot from his stool to retrieve a spoon and pulled the pastry sheet with its mountain of flour on top of himself. Red hair, la... ...Daniel, look at him.” Ronan was mimicking Daniel bite for bite, holding his fork just so, trailing a chunk of sausage in a puddle of honey before br... ...hroom gravy, butternut squash like she’d never tasted before, and a dessert pastry that could only be described as angel’s food, whatever unpronounce... ...into a chair and took a deep drink of the strong, hot coffee. Taking up his fork, he stabbed at the cake. “That damn fool, Falkner,” he muttered, c... ...of coffee. She watched him over the rim of her cup as he shoved three more forkfuls of cake in his mouth and chewed them angrily. “It isn’t goin’ ... ...he lied. “But I saw you dump—” “I’m fine,” he interrupted. He stabbed a fork into a chunk of potato and raised it to her mouth. On a morning no...

...ckled pi- geon perched on his shoulder. There was a small note tied to its forked foot. Theo undid the message string and unrolled the piece of paper... ...his f rst hug in days. She straightened his unruly hair and then popped a pastry into his mouth. ‘She’s feeding you like a pigeon,’ Bozo cackled, lyi... ...ting himself. Theo opened his mouth to reply but found another pistachio pastry shoved between his teeth. He started to protest but then ref ected ... ...nd the wind screamed eerily about the ship. Then there was a long, jagged fork of lightning that seemed very close and a few seconds later a drum ro... ...to sob and Buntee dared to wrap an arm around her shoulders in comfort. A fork of lightning hit the sea not far away and there was an enormous hiss ...

...tchup and two kinds of spicy sauce in front of Julie. Kurt received a plastic fork. Julie looked at Kurt, and her dimples flashed. “Since this has b... ...l smile. “Horribly?” “No. The other word.” “Attractive then.” She waved her fork, dangerously close to her eye, not seeming to notice when he gent... ...-minded determination. “I can drive you home tonight,” he said, watching her fork with concern. “I just have to pick my truck up at the barn.” “Th... ... “I will.” She leaned over and studied the selection then extracted a sticky pastry, glossy with white icing. “Julie doesn't have to worry about w...

...d the police and the tear gas from the fourth floor of a building that has a pastry shop. I guess that is a bit strange, huh?" The stranger filled air... ...n't know why they do that," complained the aunt. They moved toward where the pastry section should have been. The aunt used gestures as if she were pu... ...he got up, how she combed her hair, for being left- handed, how she held her fork, the amount of time that she spent in the bathroom, where she sat, t...

...eat effect in any other medium than that of candied sugars, conserves, and pastry. Say what you will about the identity of the reasoning process in al... ...jects with a fresh mind, the adjustment of butter to flour, and of heat to pastry, is not the best preparation for the office of prime minister; besid... ... of Jacob, as of a large personage who went about habitually with a pitch- fork in his hand. Nothing could be easier, then, than for David on this Sun... ...ing light was rather dimmer in the thicket. But what, in the name of—burnt pastry—was that large body with a staff planted beside it, close at the foo... ...undle, he snatched it, like a too officious Newfoundland, stuck his pitch- fork into it and carried it over his shoulder in triumph as he accompanied ... ... fits of fury which would have made him formidable even without his pitch- fork. There was no mastery to be obtained over him except by kindness or gu... ...de—a spade. But give ME the bundle,” he added, trying to reach it from the fork, where it hung high above Jacob’s tall shoulder. But Jacob showed as m... ...es, and that the shop was, in fact, being fitted up for a confectioner and pastry-cook’s business, hitherto unknown in Grimworth, did not quite suffic... ...ses were kept in due subordination: he held that the desire for sweets and pastry must only be satisfied in a direct ratio with the power of paying fo...

...d graciously. “It often runs in families,” she remarked: “just as a love for pastry does.” The Baron looked slightly offended, and the Vice Warden dis... ...rden had barely time to explain to my Lady that her remark about “a love for pastry” was “unfortunate. You might have seen, with half an eye,” he adde... ...ent on all through this ghastly—or shall we say ‘ghostly’?—banquet. An empty fork is raised to the lips: there it receives a neatly cut piece of mutto... ...king all the time. “What are they saying?” I asked Sylvie. “They’re saying ‘Fork! Fork!’ It’s very silly of them! You’re not going to have forks!” sh... ...s book—one, my Lady’s remark, ‘it often runs in families, just as a love for pastry does’, at p. 88; the other, Eric Lindon’s badinage about having be...

...canvass with consid erable vivacity the propriety of enforcing the heated pastry vendor’s proposition: and there is no saying what acts of per sona... ...ounted up behind for the purpose) into the carriage. ‘Now, Joe, knives and forks.’ The knives and forks were handed in, and the ladies and gentlemen i... ...ating as vice. There was a vast deal of talking and rattling of knives and forks, and plates; a great running about of three ponderous headed waiters... ...r. Pickwick was supplied with a plentiful portion of it. He had raised his fork to his lips, and was on the very point of opening his mouth for the re... ...of many voices suddenly arose in the kitchen. He paused, and laid down his fork. Mr. Wardle paused too, and insensibly released his hold of the carvin... ... Sir!’ (At this juncture Mr. Tupman was observed to lay down his knife and fork, and to turn very pale.) ‘Who’s gone?’ said Mr. Wardle fiercely. ‘Mus’...

...as the Palazzo Poniatowski at Rome, and Messrs. Spillmann, two of the best pastrycooks in Christendom, have their shop on the ground floor): Miss Bunc... ...ling in the stables with the grooms; how he owed ever so much money at the pastry-cook’s and the haberdasher’s; how he used to go to sleep at church; ... ...out before breakfast in the snow! Impossible!’ says the King, sticking his fork into a sausage. ‘My dear, take one. Angelica, won’t you have a saveloy... ...d a napkin. 2. A sugar-basin full of the best loaf-sugar. 4, 6, 8, 10. Two forks, two teaspoons, two knives, and a pair of sugar-tongs, and a butter-k...

...ed as she oblig- ingly helped him to unpack the soup ladles, table-spoons, forks, cruet-stands, tureens, dishes, and breakfast services— all of silver... ... you much himself, but he sometimes sends you with a message to ladies who fork out famous tips; they are dressed grandly, too.” “His daughters, as he... ...he Rue Dau- phine at half-past eight this morning. They buy old spoons and forks and gold lace there, and Goriot sold a piece of silver plate for a go... ...ss added; “and when the little creature went to Court, the daugh- ter of a pastry-cook was presented on the same day. Do you remember, Claire? The Kin... ...h!—I have still my silver buckles left, and half-a-dozen silver spoons and forks, the first I ever had in my life. But I have nothing else except my l... ...s won’t fetch ten francs. This morning he went out with all the spoons and forks he has left, I don’t know why. He had got himself up to look quite yo...

...very difficult thing to open an oyster with a limp knife and a two pronged fork; and very little was done in this way. Very little of the beef was don... ...with the pocket books made pocket books of them. Watch guards and toasting forks were alike at a discount, and pencil cases and sponges were a drug in... ...the circumstances of the case would allow. Upon these were laid knives and forks for six or eight people. Some of the knife handles were green, others... ...the knife handles were green, others red, and a few yellow; and as all the forks were black, the combination of colours was exceedingly striking. Plat... ...d in the ca pacity of Mr. Bob Sawyer’s housekeeper; and a third knife and fork having been borrowed from the mother of the boy in the gray livery (fo... ...is rayther too rich, as the young lady said when she remonstrated with the pastry cook, arter he’ d sold her a pork pie as had got nothin’ but fat ins...

... particles of salmon round and round his plate with a piece of bread and a fork, the number of successful attempts being about one in seventeen. ‘Take... ...such dinners usu- ally do. Ever and anon, amidst the clatter of knives and forks, and the hum of conversation, Mr. B. ’s voice might be heard, asking ... ...orrespondence was kept up, between the Misses Crumpton and the Hammersmith pastrycook. The evening came; and then there was such a lacing of stays, an... ...n awning; and then Mr. Percy Noakes bustled down below, and there were the pastrycook’s men, and the steward’s wife, laying out the dinner on two tabl... ...stle and confusion. The time wore on; half-past eight o’clock arrived; the pastry-cook’s men went ashore; the dinner was com- pletely laid out; and Mr... ...hat the quantity of knives on board should be in precise proportion to the forks. ‘Now, is every one on board?’ inquired Mr. Percy Noakes. The committ... ... rounds of beef and a ham going in—clearly for sandwiches; and Thomas, the pastry-cook, says, there have been twelve dozen tarts ordered, besides blan... ... ingenious visitor with the assistance of a pocket-knife and a two-pronged fork, with which the necessary number of holes had been made in the table a... ...imed Ikey, who had been altering the position of a green-handled knife and fork at least a dozen times, in order that he might remain in the room unde...

... matter for the first time, her surprise was so great that she dropped her fork. Mlle. de la Haye, a shrewish young woman with an ill- tempered face, ... ...shortly; and of a boy condemned to spend his days in burnishing spoons and forks and making trinkets in some little town like Angouleme, he made a fav... ...y in the Faubourg Saint-Germain, has done worse—has been merchant, usurer, pastry-cook, farmer, and shepherd. So in France systems political and moral... ...t four. The tall Cointet politely gave Mme. Sechard a dozen thread-pattern forks and spoons and a beautiful Ternaux shawl, by way of pin-money, said h...

... 22 jolly old grandfather unto this, retorts, not only that he declines to fork out with that cheerful readiness which is always so agreeable and plea... ... was perfectly audible to all present, ‘The watch word to the old min is fork. ’ The Old Curiosity Shop – Dickens 26 ‘Is what?’ demanded Quilp. ‘I... ...rk. ’ The Old Curiosity Shop – Dickens 26 ‘Is what?’ demanded Quilp. ‘Is fork, sir, fork,’ replied Mr Swiveller slapping his picket. ‘You are awake,... ...h ex traordinary greediness, drank boiling tea without wink ing, bit his fork and spoon till they bent again, and in short performed so many horrify... ...keenness and enjoyment. ‘May the present moment, ’ said Dick, sticking his fork into a large carbuncular potato, ‘be the worst of our lives! I like th... ...ing. ‘And whose should you say it was?’ inquired Mr Swiveller, rubbing the pastry against his nose with a dreadful calmness. ‘Whose?’ ‘Not—’ ‘Yes,’ sa...

...y delicate organisation, a currant pincushion which I know will swell into immeasurable dimensions when it has got there; or, I must extort from an ir... ... have The Uncommercial Traveller 53 ‘brought down’ to supper, the old lady unknown, blue with cold, who is setting her teeth on edge with a cool oran... ... replied, ‘ Alexander, I am rather faint; but don’t mind me, I shall be better presently.’ Touched by the femi- nine meekness of this answer, Mr. Graz... ... enclosing a stuffy alcove, from which a ghastly mockery of a marriage-breakfast spread on a rickety table, warned the terrified traveller. An oblong ... ...tner waited twenty minutes for the smoke (for it never came to a fire), twenty-five minutes for the sherry, half an hour for the tablecloth, forty min... ...lower extremities like wooden legs, stick- ing up out of the dish; of its cannibalic boiled mutton, gush- ing horribly among its capers, when carved; ... ...t- ened to overwhelm them, was now in possession of a strong serpent of engine-hose, watchfully lying in wait for the ser- pent Fire, and ready to fly... ...f the hat out with it. This mysterious man was known by his pudding, for on his entering, the man of sleep brought him a pint of hot tea, a small loaf... ...s. Flipfield senior formed an interesting feature in the group, with a blue-veined miniature of the late Mr. Flipfield round her neck, in an oval, res...

...is- tant, and asking the brothers to send provisions for them to a certain fork in the road not far distant from the village. Hiley himself returned a... ...e kind that are sold at eight to the pound. On a third table glittered two forks and spoons and an- other little spoon of silver-gilt, together with p... ... with plates, bowls, and cups of Sevres china, and a silver-gilt knife and fork in an open case, all evidently for the service of the sick woman. The ... ... sweet things. Oh! she’s dainty! The old man buys cakes and pates from the pastry cook in the rue de Buci. He don’t care what he spends, if it’s for h...

...there would be a set of mea- sures like the bolters in a mill, one for the pastry-flour, one for the bread- flour, one for the blues, one for the bran... ...that your favourite brown bread is made of all those kinds mixed—bran, and pastry- flour, and all.’ ‘Yes,’ said Helen, ‘all the world would turn idiot... ...t is almost more important than the law that you must eat with a knife and fork,’ said Elizabeth. ‘There is one level of conversation, fit for the mea... ...ch was surrounded with minia- ture watering-pots, humming-tops, knives and forks, a Tonbridge-ware box, a gold-studded horn bonbonniere, a Breakwater-...

...than the curry; flesh and blood could bear it no longer. She laid down her fork. “Water, for Heaven’s sake, water!” she cried. Mr. Sedley burst out la... ...th’s Crawley, who is repre- sented as the foreground of the picture in his forked beard and armour. Out of his waistcoat, as usual, grows a tree, on t... ...own; and then we’ll have a bit of supper.” Presently the baronet plunged a fork into the saucepan on the fire, and withdrew from the pot a piece of tr... ...ent off to transact his business. In a word, he went out and ate ices at a pastry-cook’s shop in Charing Cross; tried a new coat in Pall Mall; dropped... ...ellars over the way. As for one dozen well- manufactured silver spoons and forks at per oz., and one dozen dessert ditto ditto, there were three young... ...her lift up his head after the failure was on the receipt of the packet of forks and spoons with the young stockbrokers’ love, over which he burst out...

... go about with plasters in various places. The baker is ill, and so is the pastry cook. A new man, horribly indisposed, has been required to fill the ... ...st experiments were made by taking articles in common use, such as knives, forks, spoons, keys, &c., and pasting upon them labels with their names pri... ...ry patient in this asylum sits down to dinner ev ery day with a knife and fork; and in the midst of them sits the gentleman, whose manner of dealing ... ...nd that the gentle men thrust the broad bladed knives and the two pronged forks further down their throats than I ever saw the same weapons go before... ...d who help themselves several times instead, usually suck their knives and forks meditatively, until they have decided what to take next: then pull th...

...scendent, that he was obliged every now and then to lay down his knife and fork, rub his hands, and think about it. By the time the cheese and celery ... ... rather ill that he was not somebody else—’you might as well be a toasting-fork or a frying-pan, Pinch, for any help you can render me.’ ‘Except in th... ...S cooked. When I come up, she was dodg- ing among the tender pieces with a fork, and eating of ‘em.’ But he had scarcely achieved the utterance of the... ...y one hardly, but him!’ He pointed to his honoured parent with the carving-fork, in order that they might know whom he meant. ‘How very strange!’ crie... ...no appetite?’ asked Merry. ‘Oh, yes,’ said Jonas, plying his own knife and fork very fast. ‘He eats—when he’s helped. But he don’t care whether he wai... ...hdrew itself, as such a precious creature should, behind a lattice work of pastry. And behold, on the first floor, at the court-end of the house, in a... ...om the destruction of heavy dishes, and glared with watchful eyes upon the pastry. What Mrs Pawkins felt each day at dinner-time is hidden from all hu... ...IUS did not lead him into the dens of any of those preparers of cannibalic pastry, who are represented in many standard country legends as doing a liv... ...ther so endearingly!), and caused her to implore him to take refuge in the pastry-cook’s, and after- wards to peep out at the door so shrinkingly; and...