[Note: This is a portion of a larger work in progress.] Elinor waited until Daniel and Julian left the tavern’s kitchen. Then she tightened her apron and turned to the large wooden worktable facing the hearth. The white goose lay in the market basket, its neck tilted at a squared-off angle, its sightless eye pointing upward, […]Read more "Elinor Cooks the Christmas Goose"
The traditional English Christmas goose didn’t really make it over here on the other side of the Atlantic, chiefly because the native (and meatier) turkey prevailed. Neither did the other traditional dish of the English Christmas season — roasted boar — with its tusked furry head, mouth filled with an apple. [That’s a pagan custom, […]Read more "Cooking One’s Goose"