I was several pages into Never the Time and the Place before I remembered the plot...or rather, some of the plot. Imagine a light bulb( here, I'll help - ☼◄that's my lightbulb). This is one of the few books in the Canon that features a full-on white(cream)satin wedding! From the beginning to the end, this love story moves along at a cracking pace. Put on your running shoes, and let's get started:
Week One (sometime in October):
Josephine Dowling (hereafter to be referred to as 'Jo' in the interests of brevity and not getting carpal tunnel) is 25, tall, gorgeous and built. Not only that her relationship status is engaged. While taking Cuthbert(the dog) for walkies, she contemplates her cold feet. Sure, it's a cold, windy, sodden sort of day, but that's not her problem. She's just not sure she wants to get married at all. Her thoughts, plus the wind and rain nicely mask the sound of a great socking Bentley that nearly runs her and Cuthbert down. Her cold feet are nothing compared to the glacial blue eyes and frosty manner of the handsomely rugged (or is that ruggedly handsome...see cover art) man. Words are spoken and they both go their separate ways, her to her parents home, he to Branton house...just a few miles away. He loses little time in ferreting out the name of his One True Love. Oh yeah, it's love at first fight.
In the kind of coincidence seldom found outside the pages Neels, Jo just so happens to be the Ward Sister in charge of the 'gyny' cases at St. Michael's, and Tall Dark and Handsome will soon be spending a month as locum for Dr. Bull - the regular surgeon of women's 'parts' at St. Michael's. Up until recently TD and H has been engaged also - but as this plays very little part in the proceedings, we'll ignore it right up until the ex-fiancee rears her figuratively ugly head. His name? Julius van Tacx. Relationship status: It's Complicated.
The part of Tony the Fiancee will be played by Malcolm. Being engaged to Malcolm isn't entirely a piece of cake...there are...shall we say, some problems.
- First and foremost is the fact that Malcolm's mum and Jo do. not. get. along.
- Malcolm can't wait to move back to his hometown and share a medical practice with his dad.
- His hometown is pretty far away from her hometown.
- He tells her his mother can teach her to sew her own clothes, instead of frittering away money on
cute, stylish, well-fitting, new clothes, fripperies. - His mother's taste in clothing was as remote from fashion as the moon was from cheese.
- Malcolm drives a Ford Granada and considers The Golden Egg good enough for a dinner date.
- He calls her 'Old Girl'.
What it really boils down to is the fact that she doesn't love him. So she breaks their engagement He's not exactly brokenhearted. ..which sort of makes it worse for her. Mr. van Tacx is the first person she runs into. Hullo, had a tiff?
Jo is not in the mood to be consoled. It's off to a very hot bath to cry her eyes out in peace. She may not have been in love with the tick, but she's had an emotional wrench just the same.
Mr. van Tacx stops by Jo's office to beg a pot of tea where Jo increases her hold on his heart by coming up with cheese sandwiches.
Please don't call me 'sir' outside the hospital.
I doubt if we'll run into each other.
There is a divinity that shapes our ends...rough hew them how we may. (I ♥ Betty)
He's quoting Shakespeare? Call mama and engrave the invitations.
Well, not quite yet. First Julius takes Jo out for a bite and some advice to the lovelorn. Editor's Note: The first time I read this book, I didn't get why Jo would be upset over the broken engagement. She dumped him - move on! Upon re-reading I have much more sympathy for her. Yes, she dumped him, but it wasn't because she was shallow or flighty. Her reasons were sound, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt - and to have Malcolm dismiss her so lightly afterwards would have been like pouring salt in the wound.
Julius offers a shoulder to weep on, some advice, and a hearty pub dinner. Nice. He trots out his broken engagement as proof that he knows what it's like to be jilted (mind you, he doesn't seem broken hearted about it).To sum up week one: Josephine and Malcolm break up. Josephine doesn't think she likes Mr. van Tacx. In spite of this, Julius starts making friendly advances .
Week Two:
Jo waits until the weekend to break the news of her new relationship status (single) to her parents. They aren't very fussed about it - they never really liked Malcolm (or his mother). Jo and Julius run into each other at Lady Forsythe's party...Julius drives Jo back up to London. Julius is gone for 3 days...Jo misses him. Julius kisses a surprised Josephine. Dinner together - with a casual, no kiss, good night.
Malcolm sends a Malcolm-ish letter...in which he requests to split the proceeds from selling a clock that they purchased together - which sends Jo off to cry in the bathtub.
Julius is quick to notice the puffy eyes and red nose. Him: Buck up!
Her: You have no right to stick your nose in.
Him: I'm working on that...you need a holiday - at least 10 days.
He wants to get rid of me, thinks Jo...and that hurts.
Week Three:
Jo takes a holiday at home. Her pride over the broken engagement had suffered more than her heart. We may now dismiss Malcolm entirely.
Week Four:
Jo's holiday, continued. Julius shows up for the weekend - right where they met the first time. After church Julius invites Jo to spend the afternoon with him at Stourhead - where he eyes the damp statues of the grotto with an unromantic eye. I find it hard to work up any romantic feelings over statues. Well, that's a relief. Jo wonders where romance has gone...Oh, Julius has some romance all right, he hauls out his great big Cookbook O'Love and gives her a recipe....no one needs time to fall in love - one may not realise it when it happens, but sooner or later one becomes aware. Yes, he's just given her the recipe for a Dawning Realization.
As the weekend winds down, Julius takes his leave of Mr. and Mrs. Dowling with a handshake and a front row view of him kissing Jo...unhurriedly. Mum knows which way the wind is blowing, even if Jo doesn't.
Week Five:
Back at hospital the other nurses tell Jo that Mr. van Tacx is going on a date with the small, sexy, gold digger, Moira. Julius is much too smart for Moira. He invited Sister Clark (in her fifties) and Mr. Dean, the elderly Senior Pharmacist ...there was no way Moira could compete. Julius tells her it was a case of safety in numbers -
but he always feels safe with her.
Mr. Bull returns. Julius leaves.
Week Six:
Home for the weekend. It's nasty weather - biting wind, icy gale, is it the same weather in Holland? Julius would have no idea, he's sitting in her parent's cozy sitting room discussing anaesthesia with her dad. Did she spend any time thinking of him?Never. What, never? Hardly every. She does accept an invitation to go for a walk on the morrow. Six miles through a nasty mixture of frozen mud and ruts, but that is mere piffle to a Neels gal.
Paging Dr. Dowling, paging Dr. Dowling! There's been an accident in your neck of the woods...A milk tanker, a furniture van and a small family car have tangled and need medical attention.
After church Julius asks Jo to go back to Stourhead - this time they tour the church. I should like to be married here. To you, Josephine. Umm...think about it while I'm gone. Yeah, I'm going back to Holland. (at this point you can either channel Arnold "I'll be back" or MacArthur "I shall return)
Jo goes back at the hospital wondering about Julius. This is a very unsettled week for Jo. Where is Julius? When will he be back?
Week Seven:
Julius is back! He invites Jo to dinner at his new flat. The flat that he purchased from a friend, because he knew that he and Jo would want their own place in London. His proposal is renewed, vital statistics given (he is possessed of one father, three married sisters and two unmarried brothers). He can arrange for her to leave the hospital at the end of the week, and they can be married in three weeks in the Stourton church. It's to be a full on wedding, cream satin, two bridesmaids and all the family.
Weeks Eight and Nine:
Wedding preparations, shopping for wedding clothes. Missing Julius.
Week Ten:
Wedding at Stourton and honeymoon in York. Dawning Realization. On the way back to her parents house, Julius makes his first attempt to tell Jo how he feels. He tries again on their way to London..unfortunately Jo is asleep. He tries AGAIN at the London flat...but is interrupted by Mrs. Twigg, the housekeeper. They drive to the ferry...talking about lots of things, but not love. I do get that - I'd want to look someone in the eye right then, not dodge traffic. A fairly passionate kiss in front of the family retainers - Jo giving as good as she got. Another interrupted attempt by Julius to have The Talk.
Week Eleven:
Holland. Magda the Ex-Fiancee. Jo invites Magda to stay for lunch and then Magda implies she and Julius will spend some time together...Julius is out very late. Jo chews him out like a fishwife. Julius quietly tells her she's as blind as a bat and they will have a TALK in the morning. He's not there in the morning, so she ends up going to the village school's Christmas party by herself. In spite of not speaking the language, Jo manages to be the life of the party - to the extent of starting a conga line with all the students and the teachers. Julius takes her home, puts up a do not disturb sign and finally has The Talk. At last - the time and the place, but only you can tell me if I have the loved one...some delightful snogging ensues. The End.
Rating: Julius was delightful...twinkling eyes before a kiss, twitch of a smile before a kiss, advice to the lovelorn, and he's a pretty fast mover. From the time he met her in October(whilst she was engaged) until the final delightful snogging sometime near Christmas the pace never really lets up. He's persistent about wooing her, which I like. A lot. Josephine was pretty plucky too - from breaking off her engagement to Malcolm to getting engaged to Julius it was really only a matter of a few weeks. Sure, her emotions swung about - but all things considered, she did a pretty good job of handling herself. I adored the scene near the end when she had all the kids and teachers doing the conga. Cross-over characters Tane and Euphemia van Diederijk (from An Apple from Eve make an appearance - they now have two children). And now for the tough part. I have no idea what to rate this one. It has lovely moments, delicious bits of prose and likeable characters...but for me it ends up being slightly forgettable. I think I'll go with a Boeuf en Croute (with maybe a side order of Queen of Puddings).
Fashion: Julius falls in love with her while she's wearing a wringing wet macintosh, whoever thought up dinner jackets had him in mind, Jo bought knitting wool to make herself a chunky sweater in the Italian style, bridesmaid dresses of deep claret cotton velvet, were found at Laura Ashley, cream satin!!! wedding dress, silver grey taffeta party dress with a long skirt, scoop neckline and extravagantly puffed sleeves (which sounds so much like Princess Di's wedding dress.
Food: Apple crumble and cream, 'as nice a piece of 'am as I've seen for a long time and real cheese', tea that would drive a train, onion soup, homemade pate and toast, a morsel of trout, fresh caught from the river running through the hotel garden, Tournedos Rossini, homemade ice cream, chocolate orange creams, Vichyssoise, poulet chausseur, weak coffee and sandwiches that had been wrapped by a fiendish hand.
Betty Barbara here--
ReplyDeleteI'd have to give this book a bit lower rating, Madeira Cake maybe, because Jo annoyed me no end while I was reading it and because, later, I just couldn't remember it!
Julius is the best part of the book--what a sweetie! But look at Betty's language re: Jo--I lost track of the number of times the word "peevish" was used! I spent a good bit of time wanting to smack her.
You forgot to mention that an actual wedding date had been set for Malcolm and Jo. I think this is a first in Neelsdom. I am glad she dumped Malcolm and totally get that her pride was involved more than her heart when he was so casual about it. However, I think she wallowed just a bit much, and then she (for a second or two)even considered going back to him! No, no, girlfriend!
And Jo is just so slow on the uptake re: her feelings for Julius--too busy being 'peevish', I guess.
I did appreciate that Jo got both the 'mink coat of love' and the 'true love house tour'!
I was trying to find the inspiration for the hideous dress on the cover--I think at one point Jo buys something at Liberty of London-maybe a pink print blouse?? Or maybe the cover artist was trying to represent the pink dress she wore in York for the "Julius totally loses his cool" scene and following party.
I usually can't stand peevish...but I felt a little more sympathy for Jo this time around. She very rightly dumps Malcolm - but that leaves her with an emotional void - what feelings she does have get tumbled around and bruised in all that emptiness.
ReplyDeleteThis one sounds delightful. Betty Keira, will you please get this one ready for me to borrow?
ReplyDeleteI have to say I would have gone with Queen of Puddings for this one, because Julius is so lovely. I think one of my favorite quotes in all Neeldom is in the first scene. When he asks and she tells him she's not married, he says,
ReplyDelete"Something for a man to be thankful for." I just love that line. He's over the windmill the minute he meets her. I love love love the fact that he woos her with such gentle persistence. I agree that she is too cranky for words, but I think I'm with Betty Barbara. She's been through a lot, heart wise, in a short amount of time. I am sure that, following delicious snogging at the end of the book, she'll never be peevish again. Remember, she is cool as a cucumber on the ward. It's just that he gets under her skin and she can't figure out why.
Sigh... yeah... a little forgettable, but that's OK. You can always reread it.
I was online at 7:30 EST, ready to comment on this book and . . . no review! (I had to leave shortly thereafter...) I merely point this out to show my dedication to TUJD!
ReplyDeleteI liked it. It's not top tier, but it's a good, solid slab of something yummy.
(I'd have said more this morning; alas, now, after a day on the road I'm feeling peevish.)
Whenever I pick this one up I can never remember which book this is. The entirely forgettable title doesn't help.
ReplyDeleteI wonder sometimes if Betty knew a couple of Tonys from her nursing days
Betty Barbara here--
ReplyDeleteWith a semi-funny, oops where was the editor? Early in the book Jo and Julius are talking dogs-Julius says he has two--a golden retriever and a Boston terrier.
Later in the book, Jo is now at Julius' home in Holland and is introduced to Charlie--a GREAT DANE! She says "I thought you had two?" He says, "My dad is bringing over the other one."
Now my question--Which dog got transformed into a Great Dane? How many say the Retriever? How many vote for the Boston Terrier? Can I see a show of hands??
Definitely the retriever, another big dog.
ReplyDelete:)
My niece has a HUGE golden retriever, which she got from her brother when he couldn't have him where he lived anymore. Tim and his family called him Marcellus, which Robin's family considered a ridiculous name, and re-christened him as "Marley." He's the dumbest, goofiest, BIG dog! He never got the memo that he's not a lap dog. He's always jumping onto Robin's lap - and she allows it, silly woman! :) She takes him nearly everywhere she goes outside of work and gets annoyed when we get annoyed. He's a nice dog, and rarely causes any real trouble - but most of us have small homes and he's BIG! He likes to be where people are, so he'll get right in the traffic flow and plop down grinning like a fool, just so sure we all want him there. :) He just takes up too much space. When he's stretched out on the floor, he's more than 4 ft long from his nose to his rump, and when he's standing, he's about 30 inches tall at his rump. That's a lot of dog.
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My brother in law has a golden retriever don't even get me started on how it is probably the dumbest breed in the book.
ReplyDeleteJust finished Never the Time or Place - it was okay. Josephine is a bit thick at times and Julius could have easily arranged to make the proper time and place if he had wanted to.
My copy has a huge number of tyographical errors and has a painter called van Meer . . .
ReplyDeleteHere was Holland just as she had imagined it from seeing Pieter de Hoog and van Meer and all the rest of the old masters. 'Oh, it's simply splendid,' she declared, 'are the houses old inside like the paintings?' 'Most of them, carefully restored,...
DeleteMisprint for Vermeer?
ReplyDeleteYep.
DeleteJohannes Vermeer (wikipedia), (in his time also called Joannis ver Meer, Joannis van der Meer).
Read about Vermeer’s name, how he spelt it, Dutch names and patronymics in 17th century Holland, and Vermeer’s signatures on essentialvermeer.com.
My copy had ten thousand it's for its, and one one page it's for its AND its on consecutive lines!!!!
ReplyDeleteThis one was a bland one. He was fine, she was a bit annoying, but overall, just bland and unfortunately, forgettable.
ReplyDeleteMy copy, same cover as pictured above, references someone named Lucy ("she had had a delightful week . . . good deal of time with Lucy and her various friends"). WHO IS LUCY? Her siblings are named Mike and Natalie.
ReplyDeleteGood point, Betty Pam, I have never even noticed "Lucy". She's in my Kindle edition too.
DeleteI don't care about the plot or the book. Because I loved your review more than Beef in Croute. It's hilariously funny. I'll never look at this book the same. Ever. :-P
ReplyDeleteDoes anyone else suspect that when Neels was searching for ideas should would reach for her Anthology of English Verse?
ReplyDeleteYes, it does roll along at a cracking pace but then it stumbles into a dreary shopping expedition (and a wretched mink coat) and it wobbles towards the end again with the awkward children's party (why????) Okay, so the children's party is there so Julius can shamelessly hint at his plans for the afternoon...'Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she-I and she!'.
We didn't find Jo to be irritating. We agree with Cyndi, they are not an angsty couple so we can believe their HEA.
How could this not make it into the food category:
ReplyDelete"Now she set to work cooking cucumber gently in a big pan, egg and breadcrumbing the cutlets and adding them to the cucumber and while they were simmering gently, she put on the potatoes and peeped at the celery braising in the oven."
I'm having trouble even tasting this in my mind . . . why would anyone cook cucumber, let alone add breaded cutlets. If anyone has been brave enough to try this, I'd be interested in the result!
Cooking cucumbers has been a thing in the Old World for centuries. Braised, stewed,... There are recipes in Mrs Beeton's Book of Household Management. In my country, there is even a variety of cucumbers called Schmorgurken = braising cucumbers.
DeleteOK. My mom has never cooked cucumbers, I have never cooked cucumbers, but I have seen people buying Schmorgurken, so there have to be people who do. 😀
Oops. That was supposed to be a 😀
DeleteMaybe Betty originally wrote something else, like "aubergine" or "corgette" or "mallow" and some American-vegetable-illiterate British editor changed it to a more US-friendly foodstuff? And do cutlets simmer?
ReplyDeleteI'm also curious as to why in 134 books only one (ok, haven't read them all) mentions rice in a dish that is not rice pudding? Was rice not readily available in the UK when Betty was writing? It would have been fairly common in the Netherlands in Indonesian dishes, no? even if RDDs weren't very into it.
B. Baersma
Dear Betty Baersma, there are, in fact, 135 books and there is more than one book that mentions rice in a dish other than rice pudding.
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📖 CRUISE TO A WEDDING
'Iced consommé,' she decided, 'some of those little fish we had last night, and that baked duck with rice was very good— just a water ice will do nicely for afters.'
📖 THE DAUGHTER OF THE MANOR
Mrs Pike's shop was empty when Leonora went in, the faithful Wilkins at her heels. She gave her order and nibbled at the biscuit she was offered—a new line in slimming rusks—while Mrs Pike collected tea, sugar, rice and corned beef.
📖 THE DOUBTFUL MARRIAGE
She picked her way over the debris around her and edged into the supermarket. Its front had been blown out and the floor was knee-deep in tins and broken glass, broken bags of rice and sugar, tea and flour; from the depths of its interior people were staggering, calling to each other, crying for help.
📖 A GENTLE AWAKENING
Jolly laid the table, and Sir William went down to the cellar to fetch the wine while she made the sauce, cooked the rice and fried the triangles of bread to arrange around the chicken. Pauline had coaxed her father to let her stay up
[...]
The last day of her holiday was pure pleasure. On Thursday, she joined a happy gathering of family at a proud Marijke's new home, which was smothered in flowers and pot plants from friends and such members of the family who hadn't been able to attend the wedding. Florina admired everything, drank a little too much wine, ate the bitterballen served with it, and agreed that the bridal bouquet, hung on the wall at the head of the bed, was the most beautiful she had ever seen. Presently, she sat down with everyone else to nasi goreng and an elaborate dessert of ice-cream.
📖 NO NEED TO SAY GOODBYE
DeleteThey lunched off game soup, hunter's chicken with buttered rice and crème souffle à l'orange and drank tonic water since the doctor was driving and Louise had no wish to drink wine unless he did so.
📖 NOT ONCE BUT TWICE
They were in Scheveningen now, going down the Badhuisweg. 'I thought we'd eat a nasi goreng at the Bali.' He glanced at his watch. 'No time to talk much, I'm afraid, but we can meet again later.'
They ate their meal a little hurriedly and Adam left her without ceremony at the end of it.
📖 AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL
[...] A tin of prawns; good, there's some rice, I'll make something of those. Mandarins in orange liqueur—they'll be nice. Stem ginger, now that's no use at all; duck mousse with port wine—and canned oysters—I don't know what to do with them; Paxo stuffing— Oh, I'm so surprised she doesn't make her own.'
He watched as she emerged backwards out of the cupboard, still talking,
📖 ROSES AND CHAMPAGNE
They went back to their hired car and Lucius drove to the Dionysos Restaurant, opposite the restored theatre of that name, and they ate pilaff, and vegetables stuffed with rice and herbs.
📖 A SUMMER IDYLL
The cupboards yielded a good supply of flour and oats and rice and sugar though; given time she should be able to whip up some sort of meal for the invalid. She found a tray and put it ready in case Aunt Kate should wake.
[...]
But at least she filled in the time mashing bananas and brandy to fill it later on, and when that was done getting down to making the saffron rice, a slow business with its half a dozen ingredients and all the stirring, but at last it was finished.
📖 AN UNLIKELY ROMANCE
We haven't had dinner yet—Mies accidently burnt the rice. It's poulet chasseur—it's almost ready. You've time for a drink?'
The professor cast down his coat, took his bag to his study and joined her by the fire.
📖 TWO WEEKS TO REMEMBER
Guy took her to Poon's in Lisle Street, a Chinese restaurant, and he was so bursting with pleasure about something or other, she hadn't the heart to tell him that she didn't much like Chinese food. So she ate her way through sweet and sour pork, rice and bamboo shoots and drank the wine she was offered and listened to what he had to tell her.
📖 WHEN MAY FOLLOWS
She settled for consommé Madrilène, salmon cutlets Mornay, crown roast of lamb with saffron rice and then, since strawberries were to be had, a meringue gateau, topped with lashings of cream. And this being settled to her satisfaction, she spent the rest of the morning arranging the flowers for the diningroom; a great Delft bowl full of pink roses on a side table and a smaller silver rose bowl [...]
There is a lot of...
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📖 BRITANNIA ALL AT SEA
[...] I had coffee on the ward, though, and some rice pudding left over from the patients' dinner.'
The professor looked revolted. 'No wonder you are hungry!'
📖 THE DOCTOR’S GIRL
She bought milk and bread and more beans, and a tin of rice pudding because the cat so obviously needed nourishing, plus cat food and a bag of apples going cheap. Several people stopped to say what a nasty eye she had.
📖 THE FIFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
Fortunately she was a good cook; at one o'clock she was able to call them into a solid meal of soup, followed by bacon omelettes with jacket potatoes done in the Aga, and a baked rice pudding to follow [...]
📖 A GIRL TO LOVE
She had left a casserole in the oven and a rice pudding, creamy and stuffed with raisins, with it, so that once they were back home there was little to do save lay the table, while the children undid all the parcels and then went [...]
📖 THE GIRL WITH GREEN EYES
He had a sudden jumble of ridiculous thoughts run through his clever head; nurseries, rice pudding, children shouting and laughing, and small figures pattering to and fro...
He frowned. Fiona had told him laughingly only the other day that he saw enough children without needing any of his own.
📖 LAST APRIL FAIR
It was a nice oldfashioned meal, with cold meat and pickles and potatoes baked in their jackets smothered in butter, and a very large rice pudding with cream and raisins for afters.
📖 NEVER THE TIME AND THE PLACE
She was picking her way daintily through rice pudding and stewed apple. Josephine fetched cold meat, beetroot and potatoes and sat down opposite her. 'Busy morning?' she asked.
Caroline abandoned her pudding. 'So-so. [...]
📖 PINEAPPLE GIRL
Delete'I've got them in the two-bedded ward opposite the office—they're laid low at the moment and there's a member of the force with them, thank heaven, but I don't envy the day staff. How's yours?'
Eloise told her, gobbling rice pudding, her mind already hours ahead, working out how she could best catch up with the night's work before the morning was upon her. 'Someone gave me a pineapple,' she informed the table at large [...]
[...]
It seemed only fair to take Mrs White's gift back on duty that evening, to be shared among her friends at their midnight dinner; it made a nice change from the creamed rice and jellied fruit which were on the menu night after night.
📖 ROSES HAVE THORNS
Supper was a sustaining meal: steak and kidney pie, and rice pudding for afters, and Mrs Legge graciously allowed Sarah to take some of the pudding with her for Charles. 'And you'd better get to your bed,' she said, not unkindly.
📖 SATURDAY’S CHILD
I give her rice pudding or egg custard. And I don't like steamed fish.
📖 STARS THROUGH THE MIST
She agreed airily, her fingers crossed on her lap, and started on the nourishing rice pudding which had been set before her. She wouldn't have rice pudding, she promised herself. Perhaps the Dutch...she pulled her thoughts up sharply;
📖 TWO WEEKS TO REMEMBER
They lunched in the hotel restaurant: gravlaks—salt and sugar cured salmon flavoured with dill—served with a mustard sauce, and plain boiled potatoes which Charity had decided the Norwegians served with all their fish, followed by riskrem—boiled rice, whipped cream and raspberry sauce; so delicious that Charity had two helpings.
Doesn’t count? 😀
📖 SUN AND CANDLELIGHT
She was hungry by now and the packet of Rice Crispies she found in a cupboard was welcome; she sat on the kitchen table, eating them, her head, just for the moment, happily free of unhappy thoughts.
Wow, you answered so comprehensively, so quickly!!! I am in awe. I am also gratified to see that one of my favorite grains was not ignored by Betty (although obviously it was nowhere near jacket potatoes in her affections). And I remember that Mies NEVER burned food accidentally, and only poor housemen or Tonys took the heroines for Chinese food.
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I strongly suspect the comprehensively-answering Anonymous of being Imme Appe. -- Anonymous Bertie
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