Johnyxxx
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Hi,
I am not sure if the dishes were hot (spicy), or hot (high temperature). Can anybody help me?
Lunch, like breakfast, was in the kitchen; apparently it had not seemed worth-while to Julian and Mrs Walters to clean out the junk in the other front room and eat there. It was typical of the whole ascetic and yet slovenly way in which they seemed to be living. The meal was desultory. Mrs Marcy cooked well, but the dishes she set before us were all hot and there was too much of them. We were not harvest hands. Julian barely picked at his food, swallowing a mouthful now and then more out of deference to Anne’s insistence that he eat something than out of any appetite. She hardly ate more herself and spoke scarcely at all. I felt that she did not know just what the status quo was and thought it better to take no chances. She kept one eye on Mrs Walters most of the time, with now and then a grin in my direction. It was pleasant to see her across the table from me.
William Sloane, Edge of Running Water, 1939.
Thanks a lot.
I am not sure if the dishes were hot (spicy), or hot (high temperature). Can anybody help me?
Lunch, like breakfast, was in the kitchen; apparently it had not seemed worth-while to Julian and Mrs Walters to clean out the junk in the other front room and eat there. It was typical of the whole ascetic and yet slovenly way in which they seemed to be living. The meal was desultory. Mrs Marcy cooked well, but the dishes she set before us were all hot and there was too much of them. We were not harvest hands. Julian barely picked at his food, swallowing a mouthful now and then more out of deference to Anne’s insistence that he eat something than out of any appetite. She hardly ate more herself and spoke scarcely at all. I felt that she did not know just what the status quo was and thought it better to take no chances. She kept one eye on Mrs Walters most of the time, with now and then a grin in my direction. It was pleasant to see her across the table from me.
William Sloane, Edge of Running Water, 1939.
Thanks a lot.