Papa is currently operating on my laptop so for the past hour I’ve been reading Flavorwire and the Smithsonian on his iPad and every minute I become more and more certain that I will visit the cafes and palaces and temples and bookstores and street markets and schools and communities of our world, someday. I hope someday soon.
Emily: “Turkish Delight” - The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Has any person in literature had a bigger craving for anything than Edmund had for Turkish Delight? The way he lusted after it made me assume it was like a decadent, life-affirming pâté. Someone brought a box of the hazelnut variety into my office recently and it was disappointingly pedestrian. Not served in an ornate silver mini-chest? Not followed by a goblet of steamy mystery drink? Conclusion: Turkish Delight is not a treat worth alienating your entire family for.
Raspberry cordial and butterbeer make this a perfect list!
Also add Laura Ingall Wilder’s hot maple syrup on snow… blueberries from a bucket… and tomato and mayonanaise from Harriet the Spy… maybe even Alice’s psychedelic cakes… tea from The View on Saturday…
brb, planning a lit-themed party.
EDIT: The comments on this absolutely make my day. Maybe I should open up a Honeydukes with food from all these literary worlds instead of a Flourish and Blotts.