An Autumn Supper
byWhy sigh if summer be done, and already grey skies, like a pall, hang over fog-choked London town? The sun may shine, wild winds…
Food
The Shoot Lunch
byAfter a long day’s shoot, the ladies (and non-shooters) traveled by cart or motorcar to meet the sportsmen at an appointed place, where servants…
SUMMER BANQUET HOP: How to Become a Cordon Bleu (1895)
byAbroad, the English are credited with possessing a hundred religions and one sauce; but thanks to the many excellent schools of cookery which have…