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The widow of Noureddin thought it was out of spite to her, and with a design to mortify her, that Schaban commended the pastry-cook's tart; and accordingly said, I cannot believe the cook's tarts are better than mine, and am resolved to satisfy myself upon that head. Where does he live? Go immediately, and buy me one of his tarts.
As for vegetables, we were strictly limited to turnips, cauliflowers, cabbage and potatoes, and, for dessert, the famous apple tart of England, more deadly even than our mince pie. The proprietor of a certain popular restaurant in New York has a fad for hanging elaborately got-up Scripture texts exhortations mostly around the walls of his restaurant.
A luxurious meal, moreover; for in her excitement Virginia had resolved to make a feast of Monica's birthday. There was a tiny piece of salmon, a dainty cutlet, and a cold blackcurrant tart. Virginia, at home a constant vegetarian, took no share of the fish and meat which was only enough for one person. Alice, alone upstairs, made a dinner of gruel.
These innamoratos set my teeth on edge like unripe currants; every word they say leaves a tart taste in my mouth for a week, and spoils my palate for all better fruit. I like the old crook-nosed copper-faced sinner the best of them all, for he at least has no thoughts of transferring me like a piece of furniture into his study."
Miss Carew, tall, bony, and more commonly known to the Tenement as Miss C'rew, of somewhat tart and acrid temper, being pressed for her version of the story, paused in her awkward and intent efforts at soothing the beautiful, fair-haired child upon her lap and explained that she was stepping out her door that morning with her water-bucket, thinking to get breakfast ready before Miss Bonkowski awoke, when a child's frightened crying startled her, coming from a room across the hall which for some weeks had been for rent.
Several of his rather tart rejoinders reached her ears as she went from kitchen to livingroom and back again. Finally removing the apron, her task done, she seated herself with Diddimus in her lap within the radiance of the lamp and within hearing of all that was said in the store. "No. I dunno's I ever did tell ye quite all my business, Joab.
Let it brown then rub over it any tart jelly melted in a little hot water, and envelop it in a crust of flour and water, made very stiff, and rolled half an inch thick. Pinch the edges tight together, lay back in the pan, cover it, and bake in a hot oven.
Then I would go to a slap-up restaurant, and have green peas, and a bottle of fizz, and a chump chop O! and I forgot, I'd 'ave some devilled whitebait first and green gooseberry tart, and 'ot coffee, and some of that form of vice in big bottles with a seal Benedictine that's the bloomin' nyme!
Never drink till dinner-time, old chap, and you'll be able to eat in the morning like like a blooming baby." And he proceeded to crown this notion of infancy's breakfast with a jam tart of majestic proportions. "Where are the people?" inquired Milbrey, eking out his own moist breakfast with a cigarette. "All down and out except some of the women.
Turn the fruit back into the syrup again, so as to heat it all through; then seal it hot in glass jars, and set it in a cool, dark place. Any tart fruit may be put up in this way, and is considered a very good embellishment for cold meats.
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