He had planted a great many
potatoes, and his
potatoes, as Levin had seen driving past, were already past flowering and beginning to die down, while Levin's were only just coming into flower.
They are such an extraordinary shape,
potatoes - all bumps and warts and hollows.
Roast--mutton or beef--tasteless--and some last year's
potatoes.
But in spite of all this, the soldiers of Denisov's squadron fed chiefly on "Mashka's sweet root," because it was the second week that the last of the biscuits were being doled out at the rate of half a pound a man and the last
potatoes received had sprouted and frozen.
He looked at the
potatoes spilling on his arm, and at the small parcels on his other arm.
The girl withdrew into a corner, while Miss Brass took a key from her pocket, and opening the safe, brought from it a dreary waste of cold
potatoes, looking as eatable as Stonehenge.
We can get through with it while the
potatoes are boiling and cooling.
Dickon made the stimulating discovery that in the wood in the park outside the garden where Mary had first found him piping to the wild creatures there was a deep little hollow where you could build a sort of tiny oven with stones and roast
potatoes and eggs in it.
"I say, East, can't we get something else besides
potatoes? I've got lots of money, you know."
While grandmother took the pitchfork we found standing in one of the rows and dug
potatoes, while I picked them up out of the soft brown earth and put them into the bag, I kept looking up at the hawks that were doing what I might so easily do.
But to you, O hypercritical reader, resolute to believe no item of this weird adventure, what need to tell how the mutton was placed on the spit, and slowly unroasted--how the
potatoes were wrapped in their skins, and handed over to the gardener to be buried--how, when the mutton had at length attained to rawness, the fire, which had gradually changed from red-heat to a mere blaze, died down so suddenly that the cook had only just time to catch its last flicker on the end of a match--or how the maid, having taken the mutton off the spit, carried it (backwards, of course) out of the house, to meet the butcher, who was coming (also backwards) down the road?
But the energy with which he dug
potatoes, and the regularity with which he disappeared into the kitchen gave people an impression that he was providing for the meals of a superior, and that the strange earl was still concealed in the castle.
As it was, with bread and
potatoes and salted sardines in the house, she went out at the afternoon low tide and dug clams for a chowder.
They were come into the High Street, where the prison stood, when a voice cried, 'Little mother, little mother!' Little Dorrit stopping and looking back, an excited figure of a strange kind bounced against them (still crying 'little mother'), fell down, and scattered the contents of a large basket, filled with
potatoes, in the mud.
I speak not of the finicking joy of the gourmet, but the joy of an honest appetite in ecstasy, the elemental joy of absorbing quantities of fresh simple food,--mere roast lamb, new
potatoes, and peas of living green.
