[ SECRET POST #3906 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3906 ⌋

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I love the Narnian food! CS Lewis made even an afternoon tea at Mr Tumnus' house sound wonderful. But he was writing after years of rationing. Tolkien, writing at the same time, had much the same zest for food, especially in FotR. One day I must make myself that meal at the Prancing Pony, but blackberries are so expensive.

[(Anonymous)]

I can't remember...wasn't just about all the food described just British food and not necessarily Narnian?

[(Anonymous)]

That was my memory too.

[greghousesgf]

for the most part. the Calormene food was vaguely Middle Eastern/Indian.

[(Anonymous)]

The tea with Mr. Tumnus part certainly was:

“And really it was a wonderful tea. There was a nice brown egg, lightly boiled, for each of them, and then sardines on toast, and then buttered toast, and then toast with honey, and then a sugar-topped cake.”

... which tbh doesn't sound amazing by modern standards, but by post-war standards even good bread was a luxury.

[(Anonymous)]

ayrt There were some amazing feasts provided by Aslan, lovingly pictured by Pauline Baynes.

[(Anonymous)]

I found the description from Voyage of the Dawn Treader:

But on the table itself there was set out such a banquet as had never been seen, not even when Peter the High King kept his court at Cair Paravel. There were turkeys and geese and peacocks, there were boars' heads and sides of venison, there were pies shaped like ships under full sail or like dragons and elephants, there were ice puddings and bright lobsters and gleaming salmon, there were nuts and grapes, pineapples and peaches, pomegranates and melons and tomatoes. There were flagons of gold and silver and curiouslywrought glass; and the smell of the fruit and the wine blew towards them like a promise of all happiness.

That does sound nice. Not particularly exotic and still very British influenced, but nice.