Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue 14, The Cook - (A Minimalist Translation) Poem by Forrest Hainline

Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue 14, The Cook - (A Minimalist Translation)

A Cook they had with them for the nonce
To boil the chickens with the marrow bones,
And powdered marchant tart and galingale.
Well could he know a draft of London ale.
He could roast, and boil, and broil, and fry,
Make mortreux, and well bake a pie.
But great harm was it, as it thought me,
That on his shin, an ulcer had he.
For blancmanger, that made he with the best.

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