Food, Glorious Food!

Food, Glorious Food!

Is it worth the waiting for
If we live ’till eighty-four
All we ever get is
Gruel

Every day we say our prayer
Will they change the bill of fare
Still we get the same old
Gruel

There’s not a crust
Not a crumb
Can we find
Can we beg
Can we borrow or cadge

But there’s nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imagine

Food, glorious food
Hot sausage and mustard
While we’re in the mood
Cold jelly and custard

Peas, pudding and saveloys
What next is the question
Rich gentlemen have it, boys
In-die-gestion!
(Uggh)

Food, glorious food
We’re anxious to try it
Three banquets a day
Our favourite diet

Just picture a great big steak
Fried, roasted or stewed
But food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Glorious food!

Food, glorious food
Don’t care what it looks like
Burned, underdone, crude
Don’t care what the cooks like

Just thinking of growing fat
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Full
Up
Feeling

Food, glorious food
What wouldn’t we give for
That extra bit more
That’s all that we live for
Why should we be fated to
Do nothing but brood
On food
Magical food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Fabulous food
Beautiful food
Glorious
Food!

Apples, peaches, pears, and plums

Sing a song of sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing—
Wasn’t that a dainty dish
To set before the king?

The king was in the counting-house
Counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlour
Eating bread and honey,

The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes.
Along came a blackbird
And snipped off her nose.

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing—
Wasn’t that a dainty dish
To set before the king?

Silly Soup

I’m making lots of silly soup
I’m making soup that’s silly
I’m going to put it in the fridge
To make it nice and chilly.

La bonne cuisine

Literal translation by Ron Mendelsohn

  • Plum Pudding

250 grams of Malaga grapes, 250 grams of Corinth grapes; (Corinth grapes); 250 grams of beef kidney fat, and 125 grams of breadcrumbs: (of breadcrumbs!). 60 grams of powdered or brown sugar; a glass of milk; a half glass of rum or brandy; 3 eggs; a lemon! Powdered nutmeg, ginger, cinnamon, mixed (all together about a half a teaspoon); half a teaspoon of finely ground salt.

  • Queues de Boeuf (Ox-tails)

Ox-tails is not a dish to be scorned. First of all, with enough ox-tails you can make a tolerable stew. The tails that were used to make the stew can be eaten, breaded, and broiled, and served with hot or tomato sauce. Ox-tails is not a dish to be scorned.

  • Tavouk Guenksis / Tavuk göğsü

Tavouk Gueunksis, breast of hen; put a hen to boil, and take the white meat and chop it into shreds. Mix it with a broth, like the one for Mahallebi. Tavouk Guenksis, breast of hen.

  • Civet a toute vitesse (Quick stew)

Should you be in a hurry, here’s a method for preparing a rabbit stew that I recommend! Cut up the rabbit (hare) as for an ordinary stew: put it in a pot with its blood and liver mashed. A half pound of breast of pork, chopped; twenty or so small onions (a dash of salt and pepper); a litre and a half of red wine. Bring this quickly to the boil. After about fifteen minutes, when the sauce is reduced to half of what it was, apply a fire, to set the stew aflame. When the fire goes out, add to the sauce half a pound of butter, worked with flour . . . and serve.

On top of spaghetti

On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed

It rolled off the table, and onto the floor
And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door

It rolled in the garden and under a bush
And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush.

The mush was as tasty as tasty could be,
And early next summer it grew to a tree.

The tree was all covered with beautiful moss
It grew great big meatballs and tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball and don’t ever sneeze.

I will give my love an apple

Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy

Hamster man & Thief

Libiamo