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Updated: June 26, 2025
The question is sometimes asked, "How can one eat his cake and keep it too?" but this does not refer to plum-cake. A few years of plum-cake, cold mince-pie and continual wet feet will put the petard under even the stoutest constitution. During his shanty-life Thoreau was imperfectly nourished, and for the victim of malassimilation, tuberculosis hunts and needs no spyglass.
And then I showed my great mince-pie in a bag of tissue paper, and I told them how the mince-meat was made of golden pippins finely shred, with the undercut of the sirloin, and spice and fruit accordingly and far beyond my knowledge. But Lorna would not touch a morsel until she had thanked God for it, and given me the kindest kiss, and put a piece in Gwenny's mouth.
"There aint anything in the buttery but meat-pie," said the boy. He meant mince-pie, as Hubbard knew, and not a pasty of meat; and the hungry man hesitated. "Well, fetch it," he said, finally. "I guess we can warm it up a little by the coals here." He had not been so long out of college but the idea of this irregular supper, when he had once formed it, began to have its fascination.
He shut the book, and pushed it on the table toward the young man. "Go ahead. You'll get along if you don't get along too easily." It was in the spring after this that Marcia returned home from her last term at boarding-school, and first saw him. Bartley woke on Sunday morning with the regrets that a supper of mince-pie and toasted cheese is apt to bring.
They had a right to laugh at me, for I had, as usual, made myself ridiculous. I was head over ears in love with Blue-Eyes. The feeling I had once cherished toward Belle Marigold, compared with my sudden adoration of this glorious stranger, was as bean-soup to the condensed extract of beef, as water to wine, as milk to cream, as mush to mince-pie. I do not think I slept a wink that night.
I thought you looked as if you didn't feel quite so well as common when I come in." Caleb took off his boots and tended the fire. Ephraim began to feel a little better; his heart did not beat quite so laboriously. He did not say a word to his father about paring the apples. Caleb went into the pantry and came back eating a slice of mince-pie.
Despite the racket I made, which was increased by my jumping out of bed and falling head-first over a chair, upsetting the latter, the hardened old cuss slept on. When I yelled again, and shook him by the shoulder, he half opened his eyes and said: "Well, what's eating you, Watson? Got the nightmare? I told you that you took too much mince-pie last night!"
"The music is uncanny, isn't it?" she said, as she ended and found him near her. "How does it make you feel?" "If I should find an image for my feelings just at present, you would scorn me for my base material thoughts." "Find it," she commanded. "I think I feel like a mince-pie a maddening jumble of things delicious and indigestible." She laughed and grew friendly.
I hope none of us will cry." "I am not going to cry, Mrs. Dr. dear, and that you may tie to, but whether I shall manage to smile or not will be as Providence ordains and as the pit of my stomach feels. Have you room there for this fruit-cake? And the shortbread? And the mince-pie? That blessed boy shall not starve, whether they have anything to eat in that Quebec place or not.
"I take it," plunging his hand into his pocket, "yew ain't stowed away nothin' since that mince-pie; but I can't offer yer nothin' to eat till Blossy gits back an' opens up the house, 'cept these here pepp'mints. They're fine; try 'em."
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