My lovely living boy, | My hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy. Guillaume de Salluste (1544-1590), Divine Weeks and Works, Second Week, Fourth day, pt. 2 My fair son! | My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! Wm. Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John, act III, sc. iv, l. 103
Let’s face it: I can extol the glories of homemade chicken and vegetable broths until Hades freezes over. In reality, the only people making their own broth are me and an eighty-year old women in Siberia. from The Splendid Table’s How to Eat Supper— a cookbook with great recipes! Here’s where we left off in