Thursday, January 1, 2009

To make a Tarte that is a courage to a man or woman

Image: Sing A Song of Sixpence, Project Gutenberg

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This old recipe was considered an aphrodisiac back in the day. Make mine pie. Feed me some courage.

"Take two Quinces and two or three Burre rootes, and a potaton, and pare your Potaton and scrape your rootes and put them into a quart of wine, and let them boyle till they be tender, and put in an ounce of Dates, and when they be boyled tender, draw them through a Strainer, Wine and all, and then putte in the yolkes of eight Egges, and the brains of three or foure cocke Sparrowes, and Straine them into the other and a little Rose water, and seeth them all with Sugar, Synamon and Ginger, and Cloves and Mace, and put in a little Sweete butter, and set it upon a chafingdishe of coles, betweene two platter, and so let it boyle till it be something bigge."
                                                                                           
 -- "The Good Huswifes Jewell," 1610 edition of 1587 book

(Without the sparrow brains, but still sexy as hell)

7 comments:

BadAssKona said...

Obviously, it's the brains!!

EllaRegina said...

I love how they spelled back then.

And, I want a Potaton.

Donna said...

I'm sure the brains add a soupcon of daring, but I couldn't help noticing that quart of wine....

Kirsten Monroe said...

Nothing like daring and buckets of courage to really get things going!

I wish I could speak Shakespearian. I love those old spellings too.

Jeremy Edwards said...

And, I want a Potaton.

And then—seeing as how we're all good friends here—let's see how we look with our potats off.

Jeremy Edwards said...

Oh my fucking goodness. The next spamword up is ovorympo.

Kirsten Monroe said...

Oh my fucking goodness indeed!