As I Have Mentioned Our Famous Pigeon-Pies, When Describing The
Dovecote, I May As Well Conclude This Chapter With
A fuller account of
our way of living as to food, a fascinating subject to most persons.
The psychologists tell
Us a sad truth when they say that taste, being
the lowest or least intellectual of our five senses, is incapable of
registering impressions on the mind; consequently we cannot recall or
recover vanished flavours as we can recover, and mentally see and
hear, long past sights and sounds. Smells, too, when we cease
smelling, vanish and return not, only we remember that blossoming
orange grove where we once walked, and beds of wild thyme and penny-
royal when we sat on the grass, also flowering bean and lucerne
fields, filled and fed us, body and soul, with delicious perfumes. In
like manner we can recollect the good things we consumed long years
ago - the things we cannot eat now because we are no longer capable of
digesting and assimilating them; it is like recalling past perilous
adventures by land and water in the brave young days when we loved
danger for its own sake. There was, for example, the salad of cold
sliced potatoes and onions, drenched in oil and vinegar, a glorious
dish with cold meat to go to bed on! Also hot maize-meal cakes eaten
with syrup at breakfast, and other injudicious cakes. As a rule it was
a hot breakfast and midday dinner; an afternoon tea, with hot bread
and scones and peach-preserve, and a late cold supper.
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