Treasure Island

Geoffrey Chaucer

(c. 1343 – 25 October 1400 / London, England)

A Cook


They had a cook with them who stood alone For boiling chicken with a marrow-bone, Sharp flavouring powder and a spice for savour. He could distinguish London ale by flavour, And he could roast and boil and seethe and fry, Make good thick soup and bake a tasty pie... As for blancmange, he made it with the best.

Submitted: Monday, April 05, 2010

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