COOKERY
(See also Appetite, Eating, Hunger)
Every investigation which is guided by principles of nature fixes its ultimate aim entirely on gratifying the stomach.
Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.
And nearer as they came, a genial savour
Of certain stews, and roast-meats, and pilaus,
Things which in hungry mortals' eyes find favour.
| author = Byron
| work = Don Juan. Canto V. St. 47.
Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine,
And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.
Great pity were it if this beneficence of Providence should be marr'd in the ordering, so as to
justly merit the Reflection of the old proverb,
that though God sends us meat, yet the D—does cooks.
Cooks' and Confectioners' Dictionary, or the
Accomplished Housewife's Companions.
London. (1724)
| seealso = (See also Garrick, Smith, Tayloh)
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 6
| text = <poem>Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the pudding.
| author = Dickens
| work = Christmas Carol.
| place = Stave Three.
| topic = Cookery
| page = 138
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| num = 7
| text = <poem>Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.
Dryden—Fourth Satire of Persius. L. 58.
Heaven sends us good meat, but the devil
sends us cooks.
| author = David Garrick
| work = Epigram on Goldsmith's
Retaliation.
| seealso = (See also Cooks' and Confectioners' Dict.)
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 9
| text = <poem>Poure faire un civet, prenez un lievre.
To make a ragout, first catch your hare.
Attributed erroneously to Mrs. Glasse. In
Cook Book, pub. 1747, said to have been
written by Dr. Hill, ^ee Notes and
Queries, Sept. 10, 1859. P. 206. Same in
La Varennb's he Cuisinier Francois. First
ed. (1651) P. 40. Quoted by Metternich
from Marchioness op Londonderry—
Narrative of a visit to the Courts of Vienna.
(1844)
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 10
| text = <poem>"Very well," cried I, "that's a good girl; I find
you are perfectly qualified for malting converts,
and so go help your mother to make the gooseberry pye."
| author = Goldsmith
| work = Vicar of Wakefield. Ch. VII.
| topic = Cookery
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 11
| text = <poem>Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.
Thos. Heywood—History of Women. (Ed.
1624) P. 286.
| seealso = (See also Prior, Skelton)
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| num = 12
| text = <poem>Digestion, much like Love and Wine, no trifling
will brook:
His cook once spoiled the dinner of an Emperor
of men;
The dinner spoiled the temper of his Majesty,
and then
The Emperor made history—and no one blamed
the cook.
F. J. MacBeath—Cause and Effect. In Smart
Set. Vol. I. No. 4.
I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to
gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a
bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a
cause, say for what cause you would have a cook
If your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the (hard) biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.
A cook should double one sense have: for he
Should taster for himself and master be.
Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs,
When season'd by love, which no rancour disturbs
And sweeten'd by all that is sweetest in life
Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten in strife!
But if, out of humour, and hungry, alone
A man should sit down to dinner, each one
Of the dishes of which the cook chooses to spoil
With a horrible mixture of garlic and oil,
The chances are ten against one, I must own,
"He gets up as ill-tempered as when he sat down.
Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
I never strove to rule the roast,
She ne'er refus'd to pledge my toast.
| author = Prior
| work = Turtle and Sparrow.
| seealso = (See also Heywood)
| topic = Cookery
| page = 138
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 20
| text = A crier of green sauce.
| author = Rabelais
| place = Works.
| place = Bk. II. Ch. XXXI.
| topic = Cookery
| page = 138
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 21
| text = <poem>He ruleth all the roste
With bragging and with boste.
Skelton—Why come ye not to Court? Of Cardinal Wolsey.
| seealso = (See also Heywood)
The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
The clock hath strucken twelve.
Comedy of Errors. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 44.
