Historical Feasts Parte le Deux

Another CinderSusan here…

Cullis of Crawfish!!  <gag>

Um, I mean, what a FINE feast Susan Miranda has ordered for all you people who didn’t make it onto the magical silver coach to the kingdom of Atlanta. Back here in the kitchens, we Cinderellas <pausing to wipe sooty hand over sootier brow and gaze longingly at castle on hill, etc.> can only sniff at the fine dishes as they’re carted in and out of the kitchens by the liveried staff….well, some of us only want to sniff, and that’s about it.
Cuz I’d rather do just about anything than eat jellied crawfish, larded oyster ragooooo, or venison with red currant jelly.
We’ve been hard at work all day on another spread of par-tay cuisine, and while some of you may elect to dine in fine fashion out in the Grande Salon, back here we’re waiting on the pizza.
That’s right. Historical feast, you say?  Yes! Yay. Thank gawwwwd. We can have pizza instead of venison swimming in turtle sallet, or whatever.
Pizzaioli, which dates back as far as the Romans, perhaps farther… when flat bread was baked on hot stones and spread with olive oil and basil, with a little cheese. Later when tomatoes were brought from the New World, specifically Peru, once people figured out they weren’t poisonous and got brave enough to try them, theyc hopped them up and threw them on the flat bread that was already baking on the hot stones. What a GREAT idea.
Vendors in Naples as early as the 16th century were selling these tasty pies, and by the 18th century, some of the Neopolitan aristocracy had special ovens built just for making pizzaioli.
Those Italian counts and countesses were no fools. Left with a choice between Curry of Rabbits and olives, served with lightly braised calf’s head…. or a nice focaccio with olive oil, cheese, basil, and fresh tomatoes, believe me, they scrambled to get those ovens built, and invited their friends over.
Bring the Madeira! Grab that bottle of claret! Wear your finest silk turbans and all your jewelry, drop that golden two-pronged fork you’re about to use on that calf’s head and come join us for fresh, hot pizza!
The Cinderellas are chowing down in the kitchen… then we have to go back to work, sweeping those ashes and writing those books…
    
~CinderSusan (the short one)

15 thoughts on “Historical Feasts Parte le Deux”

  1. You still have a way to go to match the CherryBombs’ virtual party. But at least you don’t have vultures throwing up on their feet…
    And if we’re doing ancient Roman cuisine, I’ll bring the baked hedgehogs dipped in honey and rolled in sesame seeds.
    I have a great recipe for Cockatrice, if anyone’s interested. And how about a beverage called a Siberian Dutchman? Vodka and chocolate-mint, liqueur, among other things….

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  2. You still have a way to go to match the CherryBombs’ virtual party. But at least you don’t have vultures throwing up on their feet…
    And if we’re doing ancient Roman cuisine, I’ll bring the baked hedgehogs dipped in honey and rolled in sesame seeds.
    I have a great recipe for Cockatrice, if anyone’s interested. And how about a beverage called a Siberian Dutchman? Vodka and chocolate-mint, liqueur, among other things….

    Reply
  3. You still have a way to go to match the CherryBombs’ virtual party. But at least you don’t have vultures throwing up on their feet…
    And if we’re doing ancient Roman cuisine, I’ll bring the baked hedgehogs dipped in honey and rolled in sesame seeds.
    I have a great recipe for Cockatrice, if anyone’s interested. And how about a beverage called a Siberian Dutchman? Vodka and chocolate-mint, liqueur, among other things….

    Reply
  4. “Pizza! Yeah!” the littlest wenchling exclaimed. “Now all we need is a story.”
    CinderSusan collected the littlest wenchling onto her lap. “A story? There are no stories here,” she teased wiping an ink smudge from the littlest wenchling’s pug nose. “Only well edited, expertly researched manuscripts honed to our readers’ exquisite tastes.”
    “Well, maybe we could make one up using the deleted the words from the other Word Wenches’ manuscripts,” the wenchling suggested hopefully. “Each of us add a line. One after the other. It would be fun!”

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  5. “Pizza! Yeah!” the littlest wenchling exclaimed. “Now all we need is a story.”
    CinderSusan collected the littlest wenchling onto her lap. “A story? There are no stories here,” she teased wiping an ink smudge from the littlest wenchling’s pug nose. “Only well edited, expertly researched manuscripts honed to our readers’ exquisite tastes.”
    “Well, maybe we could make one up using the deleted the words from the other Word Wenches’ manuscripts,” the wenchling suggested hopefully. “Each of us add a line. One after the other. It would be fun!”

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  6. “Pizza! Yeah!” the littlest wenchling exclaimed. “Now all we need is a story.”
    CinderSusan collected the littlest wenchling onto her lap. “A story? There are no stories here,” she teased wiping an ink smudge from the littlest wenchling’s pug nose. “Only well edited, expertly researched manuscripts honed to our readers’ exquisite tastes.”
    “Well, maybe we could make one up using the deleted the words from the other Word Wenches’ manuscripts,” the wenchling suggested hopefully. “Each of us add a line. One after the other. It would be fun!”

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  7. Greetings you Word Wench Cinderellas. I lurk around here quite a bit. So I suppose that its time for me to say Hello. How nice of you Cinderwenches to throw an elegant party for those of us who missed out on the silver coach ride to the Kingdom of Atlanta.
    I was going to have a peanut butter sandwich for dinner tonight. But then I read through your fanciful fantasy feast. And suddenly the thought of pureed nuts sounded almost as appetizing as a Calf’s Head Dressed with Sweet Herbs. Yuck. So I scrounged around my freezer and found some shrimp scampi and linguine. Very nice. You where definitely right Wenches. I Did need a little party. Thanks. Now excuse me while I greet one of your guests.
    Why Hello there Talpianna, you divine rhyming creature. I haven’t seen you since the War at Squawk. By the way, those are a very nice pair of Birkenstocks. I bet you wear them with natural fiber organic socks. And I’m glad, Ms T, that You weren’t the host. Your choice of dishes was simply too gross.
    PS. Love your books Wenches!

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  8. Greetings you Word Wench Cinderellas. I lurk around here quite a bit. So I suppose that its time for me to say Hello. How nice of you Cinderwenches to throw an elegant party for those of us who missed out on the silver coach ride to the Kingdom of Atlanta.
    I was going to have a peanut butter sandwich for dinner tonight. But then I read through your fanciful fantasy feast. And suddenly the thought of pureed nuts sounded almost as appetizing as a Calf’s Head Dressed with Sweet Herbs. Yuck. So I scrounged around my freezer and found some shrimp scampi and linguine. Very nice. You where definitely right Wenches. I Did need a little party. Thanks. Now excuse me while I greet one of your guests.
    Why Hello there Talpianna, you divine rhyming creature. I haven’t seen you since the War at Squawk. By the way, those are a very nice pair of Birkenstocks. I bet you wear them with natural fiber organic socks. And I’m glad, Ms T, that You weren’t the host. Your choice of dishes was simply too gross.
    PS. Love your books Wenches!

    Reply
  9. Greetings you Word Wench Cinderellas. I lurk around here quite a bit. So I suppose that its time for me to say Hello. How nice of you Cinderwenches to throw an elegant party for those of us who missed out on the silver coach ride to the Kingdom of Atlanta.
    I was going to have a peanut butter sandwich for dinner tonight. But then I read through your fanciful fantasy feast. And suddenly the thought of pureed nuts sounded almost as appetizing as a Calf’s Head Dressed with Sweet Herbs. Yuck. So I scrounged around my freezer and found some shrimp scampi and linguine. Very nice. You where definitely right Wenches. I Did need a little party. Thanks. Now excuse me while I greet one of your guests.
    Why Hello there Talpianna, you divine rhyming creature. I haven’t seen you since the War at Squawk. By the way, those are a very nice pair of Birkenstocks. I bet you wear them with natural fiber organic socks. And I’m glad, Ms T, that You weren’t the host. Your choice of dishes was simply too gross.
    PS. Love your books Wenches!

    Reply

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