The saying with food is related to wise people. Great men have always been temperate in food.
The main thing in treatment is not the number of drugs, but their right choice Therefore, the correct diagnosis is of paramount importance.
No one will sell you the best medicine in a pharmacy, because it is - correct image life.
The habit of illness is also essentially a disease, and one of the most dangerous.
Morbid imagination gives rise to fictional diseases for which there is no cure.
Syphilis is an exceptional disease because it is born in pleasure. The rest of the ailments are from the nerves.
A conservative lifestyle based on unity with nature is what is the key to victory over most ailments.
The disease has become the norm even for a healthy person.
The two things that a patient should take care of are appetite and good mood otherwise the disease cannot be defeated.
A sick head is not a reason to starve.
All people are united by a common fate - illness and death.
There is no greater emptiness than the bottomless emptiness of pain.
By itself, the cause of the disease is not so important, but finding it out allows you to determine the method of treatment.
Continuation best aphorisms and quotes read on the pages:
Our nutrients should be a remedy, and our medicinal products must be food.
My mother served what was left of dinner for thirty years.
It is bad if the wife knows how to cook, but does not want to; even worse if she does not know how, but wants to. Robert Frost
People who feed rather than eat are like cattle. - A. Brillat-Savarin
When a person eats little, he worries about the figure. Well, or just can not eat a lot! — Francois De La Rochefoucauld
Beer is another proof that the Lord loves us and wants us to be happy.
You have to put your soul into cooking. Eat with those who are dear. Then your heart, embodied in food, connects with the couples of love and turns dinner into a real holiday. - Carlo Petrini
Don't put off until dinner what you can eat for lunch. – Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
The stomach of an enlightened person has best qualities good heart- sensitivity and gratitude. – Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
After a good dinner you will forgive everyone, even brother. – Oscar Wilde
A good spoon for dinner, and a glass before dinner. Konstantin Kushner
Better boiled egg in times of peace than a roast bull in war. — Lion Feuchtwanger
Tell me what you eat and I will tell you who you are. Anselme Brillat-Savarin
The Italian has only two thoughts in his head; the second is spaghetti. - Catherine Deneuve
Man lives not by what he eats, but by what he digests. This position is just as true for the mind as it is for the body.
Nobody ever saw the dinner itself. Calvin Trillin
If a gourmet constantly counts calories in dishes, then he is likened to Casanova, who does not take his eyes off his watch. — James Beard
Moderation is the ally of nature and the guardian of health. So when you drink, when you eat, when you move, and even when you love, be in moderation. – Abu-l-Faraj
Love and hunger rule the world. — Friedrich Schiller
Old people endure fasting very easily; in the second place - adults, more difficult - young people, and the most difficult of all - children, and of these last - those who are distinguished by too much liveliness. – Hippocrates
We don't live to eat, we eat to live.
The invention of a new dish does more for human happiness than the discovery new star. - A. Brillat-Savarin
The same dish is never the same. Alain Lobro
Better mustard after dinner than instead. Ryszard Podlewski
Too much food interferes with subtlety of the mind. – Seneca
We need to eat and drink so much that our strength is restored by this, and not suppressed. - Marcus Thulius Cicero
To truly lose weight, it is enough to give up three things - breakfast, lunch and dinner. Frank Lloyd Wright
Between good lunch And long life the only difference is that at dinner sweets are served at the end. – Robert Louis Stevenson
Eating too much is bad, but too little is boring. A. Karabchievsky
On the Continent you are treated to good dinners; in England you are treated to good dining manners. George Mikes
It seems to me that every husband prefers good dish without music, music without a good meal. – Immanuel Kant
The best seasoning for food is hunger.
Never argue at dinner: whoever is hungriest always loses.
You only need to eat good food and little by little, the same with books and movies. - Krzysztof Zanussi
Everyone has what he eats. — Ludwig Feuerbach
Don't put off until dinner what you can eat for lunch.
A good dinner brings out all the best qualities of a man. - Jerome K. Jerome
The gentleman never eats. He only eats breakfast, lunch and dinner. Cole Porter
At the end, a banquet was given. The frog ate the fly, the frog already ate, the hedgehog ate the snake, the fox ate the hedgehog. Dinner went in a warm friendly atmosphere. Felix Krivin
I eat to live, not live to eat.
Drunkenness is the mother of all vices.
In major troubles, I deny myself everything except food and drink. - Oscar Wilde
Food that the body does not digest eats the one who ate it. So eat in moderation.
Although I do not at all believe that we should eat beef without mustard, I am quite convinced that there are much more serious danger: desire to eat mustard without beef. Gilbert Keith Chesterton
There are far fewer good stomachs than good food. — Luc de Clapier Vauvenargues
After a good meal, you can forgive anyone, even your relatives.
We do not live in order to eat, but in order not to know what to eat.
If you have money, then eat pilaf, if you have no money, then eat only pilaf. - Uzbek proverb
Better time undereating from time to time than constantly overeating.
Drinking wine is just as harmful as taking poison.
- “Stay hungry. Stay reckless." And I have always wished that for myself. And now that you are graduating from college and starting over, I wish you the same.
Self-sacrifice is a passion so all-consuming that compared to it even hunger and lust are trifles. She rushes her slave to death at the hour of the highest affirmation of his personality.
Adam was a man: he desired the apple from the tree of paradise, not because it was an apple, but because it was forbidden.
Acquire in youth that which, in the course of time, will compensate you for the damage caused by old age. And, having understood that the food of old age is wisdom, act in youth so that old age is not left without food.
If you have a nook for housing -
In our vile time - and a piece of bread,
If you are not a servant to anyone, not a master -
You are happy and truly high in spirit.
Life is boring without a moral goal, it is not worth living just to eat, the worker knows this too - therefore, a moral occupation is necessary for life.
Life is a source of joy: but in whom a spoiled stomach speaks, this father of sorrow, for that all sources are poisoned.
The American initiative is nothing more than a proposal to "burn down the house to cook scrambled eggs." (About creating a missile defense system)
Are we going to refuse food just because we lose our appetite when we are full? Can we say that the field is wasted if it is left fallow?
The bread that you keep in your bins belongs to the hungry; the cloak that lies in your chest belongs to the naked; the gold that you have buried in the ground belongs to the poor.
Three things make the world shudder
(You won't survive the fourth):
Suddenly a serf who became a master,
Glutton, drunken fool,
And the one who is flesh and spirit is weak
He connected with a vicious, rude woman.
In four cases, neither approval nor condemnation should be expressed about the case until it is over.
First, about eating until it is digested in the stomach.
Secondly, about a pregnant woman until she resolves.
Thirdly, about the brave man, until he leaves the battlefield.
Fourthly, about the farmer until he harvests.
A wise man should not stay in a city that does not have five things: first, a just sovereign and a strict and powerful ruler; secondly, flowing waters and rich lands; thirdly, scholars who have practical knowledge and are endowed with moderation; fourthly, skillful and compassionate healers; fifthly, generous benefactors.
People who are constantly chasing more and more riches, never finding time to use them, look like starving people who cook everything but do not sit down to the table.
When I see these tables covered with food, it seems to me that behind each of them, as if in an ambush, gout, dropsy, fever and many other diseases.
After a good meal, you can forgive anyone, even your relatives.
When in my life big trouble I deny myself literally everything except tasty food and good drinks.
Oscar Wilde
Great men have always been temperate in food.
Honore de Balzac
The best seasoning for food is hunger.
We don't live to eat, we eat to live.
I eat to live, not live to eat.
Old people endure fasting very easily; in the second place - adults, more difficult - young people, and the most difficult of all - children, and of these last - those who are distinguished by too much liveliness.
Hippocrates
Don't put off until dinner what you can eat for lunch.
Do not dine - a holy law,
Who cares the most about light sleep.The stomach of an enlightened person has the best qualities of a good heart - sensitivity and gratitude.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
No one should transgress the measure either in food or in nutrition.
If a gourmet constantly counts calories in dishes, then he is likened to Casanova, who does not take his eyes off his watch.
James Beard
Man lives not by what he eats, but by what he digests. This position is just as true for the mind as it is for the body.
If you want to prolong your life, shorten your meals.
Beer is another proof that the Lord loves us and wants us to be happy.
Since people learned how to cook their food, they have been eating twice as much as nature requires.
Benjamin Franklin
It is better to undereat occasionally than to overeat all the time.
Abundant food harms the body just as an abundance of water harms crops.
If it were not for the power of the stomach, not a single bird would have fallen into the hunter's snares, and the hunter himself would not have set snares.
Food that the body does not digest eats the one who ate it. So eat in moderation.
Drunkenness is the mother of all vices.
Moderation is the ally of nature and the guardian of health. So when you drink, when you eat, when you move, and even when you love, be in moderation.
Abu'l-Faraj
Our food substances must be medicines, and our medicines must be food substances.
The effects of dietary remedies are long-term, while the effects of drugs are transient.
Hippocrates
Drinking wine is just as harmful as taking poison.
Too much food interferes with subtlety of the mind.
The only difference between a good meal and a long life is that sweets are served at the end of the meal.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Love and hunger rule the world.
Friedrich Schiller
There is no love more sincere than the love of food.
Are we going to refuse food just because we lose our appetite when we are full? Can we say that the field is wasted if it is left fallow?
George Bernard Shaw
Everyone has what he eats.
Ludwig Feuerbach
Temperance in food is born either by concern for health, or by the inability to eat much.
François De La Rochefoucauld
It seems to me that every husband prefers a good meal without music to music without a good meal.
Immanuel Kant
Belonging to some club where you can dine - even to the club of writers - inevitably ruins the aspiring writer. This fatal mistake more than one gifted youngster who, on his own initiative or on the advice of unreasonable friends, tried to "crawl" into the society of celebrities, did it - he saved his stomach, but lost his reputation.
Herbert George Wells
We need to eat and drink so much that our strength is restored by this, and not suppressed.
Mark Thulius Cicero
We do not live in order to eat, but in order not to know what to eat.
Rising from the table hungry - you ate; if you get up after eating, you overate; if you get up overeating, you are poisoned.
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
Once, a very long time ago, there was not just food, but a celebration of the stomach and a name day for a discerning heart that understands culinary secrets. And there were people who could write about food (as it is called now) in such a way that it simply takes your breath away.
What were, with capital letter, People? This is me about writers who understood a lot about food, and could write about the bewitching process of eating in such a way that the very last hypocrite did not have even a small fraction of the soil in order to make a sour face and squeak at his favorite “problem of morality in literature”, which suggests that writing about food is vulgar.
However, today they do not write about food at all. Here you need a special talent to tell in such a way that your imperishable creation touches the most hidden, most delicious, perhaps not yet realized, dreams and fantasies. In order to disassemble it into quotes about food, they took it away on the Internet like delicious mouth-watering pieces, savored it, smacked it and asked for more. And they naively asked for the recipe, knowing deep down that “our chef won’t cook like that.”
Food in literature is already, alas, a romantic past. Glad that the past is not yet forgotten. Honored and read by true lovers. Let not all. However, everything is as in real life- everyone eats, but not everyone becomes a gourmet, a person who understands and knows the real taste.
Today I "prepared" for you a truly exquisite feast, appetizing, bright. A feast for the mind and for the soul. I hope that all my "dishes" will please you.
Literary quotes about food
A.P. Chekhov "Siren"
On the way home, you must try to keep your head thinking only about a decanter and a snack. Once I closed my eyes on the way and imagined a little pig with horseradish, so hysterical with my appetite became hysterical. Well, when you move into your yard, you need something like that from the kitchen at that time, you know ...
Fried geese masters smell, - said the honorable world, breathing heavily.
Do not say, my soul Grigory Savvich, a duck or a snipe can give a goose ten points ahead. There is no tenderness and delicacy in a goose bouquet. The smell of young onions is the most intoxicating when, you know, it starts to fry and, you know, hisses, scoundrel, all over the house.
Well, when you enter the house, the table should already be set, and when you sit down, now put your napkin on your tie and slowly reach for a decanter of vodka. Yes, mommy, you don’t pour it into a glass, but into some antediluvian grandfather’s glass of silver or into a sort of pot-bellied one with the inscription “it is also accepted by the monks”, and you don’t drink it right away, but first you sigh, rub your hands, look indifferently at the ceiling , then slowly, bring it, some vodka, to your lips and - immediately sparks from your stomach all over your body ... The secretary depicted bliss on his sweet face.
Sparks ... - he repeated, squinting.
As soon as you drink, you need to eat right now.
Listen, - said the chairman, raising his eyes to the secretary, - speak more quietly! I'm already spoiling the second sheet because of you.
Ah, my fault, Pyotr Nikolaitch! I'll be quiet, - said the secretary and continued in a half-whisper: - Well, sir, and to eat, my soul Grigory Savvich, you also need to skillfully. You need to know what to eat. The best appetizer, if you want to know, is herring. You ate a piece of it with onion and mustard sauce, now, my benefactor, while you still feel sparks in your stomach, eat caviar by itself or, if you wish, with lemon, then a simple radish with salt, then herring again, but best of all , benefactor, salted mushrooms, if they are cut finely, like caviar, and, you know, with onions, with Provencal oil ... delicious! But burbot liver is a tragedy!
Hmmm ... - the honorary world agreed, screwing up his eyes.
They are also good for snacks, that ... stuffy porcini mushrooms ... - Yes, yes, yes ... with onions, you know, with bay leaves and all kinds of spices. You open the pan, and steam comes out of it, mushroom spirit ... even a tear breaks through sometimes! Well, as soon as they dragged the kulebyaka from the kitchen, now, immediately, you need to drink the second one.
The devil knows, he only thinks about food! grumbled the philosopher Milkin, making a contemptuous grimace. - Really, besides mushrooms and kulebyaki, there are no other interests in life?
Well, let's have a drink before the kulebyaka,' the secretary went on in an undertone; he was already so carried away that, like a singing nightingale, he heard nothing but his own voice. - Kulebyaka should be appetizing, shameless, in all its nakedness, so that there is a temptation. You wink at her with your eye, cut off a sort of bite and move your fingers over her like that, from an excess of feelings. You start eating it, and from it oil, like tears, the filling is fatty, juicy, with eggs, offal, with onions ...
The secretary rolled his eyes and twisted his mouth all the way to his ear.
The honorary peace officer grunted and, probably imagining a kulebyak, moved his fingers. - It's the devil knows what ... - the district policeman grumbled, moving away to another window.
I ate two pieces, and saved the third for cabbage soup, ”the secretary continued with inspiration.
N.V. Gogol "Dead Souls"
Please humbly have a bite, - said the hostess.
Chichikov looked around and saw that on the table there were already mushrooms, pies, quick thinkers, shanishki, spinners, pancakes, flat cakes with all sorts of seasonings: onion seasoning, poppyseed seasoning, cottage cheese seasoning, filmed seasonings, and who knows what was missing.
Unleavened egg pie! - said the hostess.
Chichikov moved closer to the unleavened egg pie, and having eaten a little more than half on the spot, he praised it. And indeed, the pie itself was delicious, and after all the fuss and tricks with the old woman, it seemed even tastier.
What about pancakes? - said the hostess.
In response to this, Chichikov rolled three pancakes together and, having dipped them in melted butter, put them in his mouth, and wiped his lips and hands with a napkin. Having repeated this three times, he asked the hostess to order the laying of his britzka. Nastasya Petrovna immediately sent Fetinya, ordering at the same time to bring more hot pancakes.
Your pancakes are very tasty, mother, - said Chichikov, taking up the hot ones he had brought.
M.A. Bulgakov "The Master and Margarita"
Eh-ho-ho... Yes, it was, it was!.. Moscow old-timers remember the famous Griboedov! What boiled portioned zander! It's cheap, dear Ambrose! A sterlet, a sterlet in a silver saucepan, sterlet in pieces, arranged cancer necks and fresh caviar? What about egg cocottes with champignon puree in cups? Didn't you like thrush fillets? With truffles? Quail in Genoese? Ten and a half! Yes jazz, yes polite service! And in July, when the whole family is at the dacha, and urgent literary business keeps you in the city, - on the veranda, in the shade of climbing grapes, in a golden stain on a clean tablecloth, a plate of soup-prentanière? Remember Ambrose? Well, why ask! By your lips I see that you remember. What are your sizhki, perch! And what about great snipes, harriers, snipes, seasonal woodcocks, quails, waders? Narzan hissing in the throat?!
A. Dumas "The Count of Monte Cristo"
Franz's admiration grew: the dinner was served with exquisite luxury. Convinced of this important circumstance, he began to look around. The dining-room was no less magnificent than the drawing-room which he had just left; it was all marble, with the most valuable antique bas-reliefs; at either end of the oblong hall were beautiful statues with baskets on their heads. In pyramid baskets lay the rarest fruits: Sicilian pineapples, Malaga pomegranates, Balearic oranges, French peaches and Tunisian dates.
Dinner consisted of roast pheasant surrounded by Corsican thrushes, jellied boar ham, roast goat with tartar sauce, magnificent turbot and giant lobster. Between the large dishes were plates of appetizers. The dishes were silver, the plates were made of Japanese porcelain.
Franz rubbed his eyes - it seemed to him that all this was a dream.
V.S. Korotkevich " wild Hunt King Stakh"
- What are you staring at! Dubotovk barked. - Have you seen a capital man, bears? Well, put the guest, put him on a dish of food that you like.
Hairy mouths smiled, paws began to move. Soon on my platter lay a huge goose with lingonberry jam, a turkey leg with apples, salted mushrooms, a dozen sorcerers, and from all sides only heard:
“But donuts with garlic… And here, sir, a piece of wild boar ham, peppered, burns with fire.” I conjure with the memory of my mother - take it. But wonderful ... But unusual ...
A.P. Chekhov "On Frailty"
Court adviser Semyon Petrovich Podtykin sat down at the table, covered his chest with a napkin and, burning with impatience, began to wait for the moment when pancakes would be served ... But then, finally, the cook appeared with pancakes ... Semyon Petrovich, risking burning his fingers, grabbed the top two, hot pancakes and appetizingly slapped them on his plate. The pancakes were fried, porous, plump, like a merchant's daughter's shoulder... Podtykin smiled pleasantly, hiccupped with delight, and doused them with hot oil. Whereupon, as if whetting his appetite and enjoying the anticipation, he slowly, with an arrangement, smeared them with caviar. He poured sour cream over the places where the caviar did not fall ... All that remained now was to eat, wasn't it? But no!.. Podtykin looked at the work of his hands and was not satisfied... After thinking for a while, he put the fattest piece of salmon, sprat and sardine on the pancakes, then, melting and panting, rolled both pancakes into a pipe, drank a glass of vodka with feeling, grunted, opened his mouth ...
Charles de Xoter "The Legend of Ulenspiegel"
Here they all chimed in:
- Peas with lard, beef, veal, lamb, chicken stew! What about sausages for dogs? - And who, suddenly smelling the smell of sausage, anyway - blood or liver, does not grab it by the scruff of the neck? I saw her - alas! - when my eyes still shone for me. – A koekebakk'in Anderlecht oil? They hiss in a frying pan, crunch on their teeth, ate - and a mug of beer clap, ate - and a mug of beer clap! - And I'll have scrambled eggs with ham or ham with scrambled eggs, true friends of my throat! - And marvelous choice'There is? These proud meats swim among kidneys, cockscombs, veal glands, oxtails, lamb legs, among a lot of onions, peppers, cloves, nutmeg, and all this was stewed for a long time, and the sauce for them is three glasses of white wine. - Do you have a divine boiled sausage? She is so meek that when you burst her - she - not a word. It comes to us directly from Luyleckerland’a from the rich land of blessed loafers, lickers of immortal gravy. But where are you, autumn leaves of the past? - Roast lamb and beans for me! - And I have pork sultans, that is, ears! - And I’ll have a rosary from ortolans, only let there be snipes instead of “Our Father”, and instead of “I believe” - a fat capon.
N.V. Gogol "Dead Souls"
- Yes, make a kulebyaku at four corners. Put sturgeon and elm in one corner, put buckwheat gruel in the other, and mushrooms with onions, sweet milk, brains, and what else you know there such ... Yes, so that from one side it, you know, would blush, and from the other let her go easy. Yes, from the bottom, from the bottom, bake it so that it crumbles, so that it gets through, you know, with juice, so that you don’t hear it in your mouth - how the snow would melt ... Yes, you make me pork abomasum *. Put a piece of ice in the middle so that it swells well. Yes, so that the lining of the sturgeon, a side dish, a side dish, so that it is richer! Surround it with crayfish, and fried small fish, and lay it with minced meat from snowballs, and hang it with small cuts, horseradish, and mushrooms, and turnips, and carrots, and beans, but is there any other root there? ..
M.A. Bulgakov "Heart of a Dog"
Sliced salmon and pickled eels lay in thin slices on plates painted with heavenly flowers with a wide black border. On a heavy board is a piece of cheese with a tear, and in a silver tub lined with snow is caviar. Between the plates there are several thin glasses and three crystal decanters with multi-colored vodkas. All these items were placed on a small marble table, cozily attached to a huge carved oak sideboard, belching beams of glass and silver light. In the middle of the room is a table as heavy as a tomb, covered with a white tablecloth, and on it are two cutlery, napkins rolled up in the form of papal tiaras, and three dark bottles.
Zina brought in a covered silver dish in which something was grumbling. The smell from the dish was such that the dog's mouth immediately filled with liquid saliva. "Gardens of Babylon"! - he thought, and tapped on the parquet with his tail, like a stick.
Here they are,” Philipp Philippovich commanded predatorily. “Doctor Bormental, I beg you, leave the caviar alone. And if you want to listen to good advice: pour not English, but ordinary Russian vodka.
The handsome man, bitten - he was already without a dressing gown, in a decent black suit - twitched his broad shoulders, grinned politely and poured a glass of water.
Newly blessed? he inquired.
God be with you, my dear, - the owner answered. - This is alcohol, Darya Petrovna herself perfectly prepares vodka.
Don't tell me, Philipp Philippovich, everyone says that it's very decent - thirty degrees.
And the vodka should be at forty degrees, and not at thirty, this is, firstly, - didactically interrupted Philip Philippovich, - and secondly, - God knows what they splashed there. Can you tell what comes to their mind?
Anything, - confidently said bitten.
And I am of the same opinion, - added Philipp Philippovich and threw the contents of the glass down his throat in one lump, - ... mm ... Dr. Bormental, I beg you, immediately this little thing, and if you say that it is ... I am your blood enemy for life. "From Seville to Grenada..."
With these words, he himself picked up something resembling a small dark bread on a pawed silver fork. The victim followed suit. Philip Philipovich's eyes lit up.
This is bad? - Chewing, asked Philip Philipovich. - Bad? You answer, dear doctor.
It's incomparable, - the bitten man answered sincerely.
Still ... Note, Ivan Arnoldovich, only the landowners who have not been cut down by the Bolsheviks eat cold snacks and soup. A little self-respecting person operates with hot snacks. And of the hot Moscow snacks - this is the first. Once upon a time they were excellently prepared in the "Slavianski Bazaar".
I.S. Shmelev "Summer of the Lord"
There is not a crumb anywhere from the “Shrovetide” so that there is no spirit. Even jellied sturgeon was given to the kitchen yesterday. In the sideboard there were the most common plates, with brown specks, gaps - Lenten. In the hall there are bowls of yellow pickles, with dill sticks stuck in them, and chopped cabbage, sour, thickly sprinkled with anise - such a delight. I grab pinches - how crunchy! And I promise myself not to rush through the whole post. Why the modest, which destroys the soul, if everything is delicious without that? They will cook compote, make potato cutlets with prunes and sear, peas, poppy-seed bread with beautiful swirls of sugar poppy seeds, pink bagels, “crosses” on Krestopokonnaya Street… frozen cranberries with sugar, jellied nuts, candied almonds, soaked peas, bagels and saika, jug raisins, rowan marshmallow, lean sugar - lemon, raspberry, with oranges inside, halva ... And fried buckwheat with onions, drink kvass! And lean pies with milk mushrooms, and buckwheat pancakes with onions on Saturdays ... and kutya with marmalade on the first Saturday, some kind of “kolivo”! And almond milk with white jelly, and cranberry jelly with vanilla, and ... a great kulebyaka for the Annunciation, with vyaziga, with sturgeon! And kalya, extraordinary kalya, with pieces of blue caviar, with pickled cucumbers... and soaked apples on Sundays, and melted, sweet-sweet "ryazan"... and "sinners", with hemp oil, with a crispy crust, with warm emptiness inside! Is it possible that the place where everyone goes from this life will be so lean! And why is everyone so boring? After all, everything is different, and much, so much joyful.
A.P. Chekhov "Siren"
As soon as they finished with the kulebyaka, so now, so as not to kill your appetite, order the cabbage soup to be served ... The cabbage soup should be hot, fire. But best of all, my benefactor, beetroot borscht in the Khokhlatsky style, with ham and sausages. Sour cream and fresh parsley with dill are served with it. Pickle from offal and young kidneys is also excellent, and if you like soup, then the best of soups, which is covered with roots and herbs: carrots, asparagus, cauliflower and all that kind of jurisprudence.
Yes, a magnificent thing ... - the chairman sighed, tearing his eyes from the paper, but immediately caught himself and groaned: - Fear God! So I will not write until the evening dissenting opinion! The fourth sheet of damage!
I won't, I won't! Guilty, sir! - the secretary apologized and continued in a whisper: - As soon as they ate borscht or soup, now order them to serve fish, benefactor. Of the dumb fish, the best is fried crucian carp in sour cream; only, so that he does not smell of mud and has subtlety, you need to keep him alive in milk for a whole day.
It’s also good to have a sterlet with a ring, ”said the honorary peace officer, closing his eyes, but immediately, unexpectedly for everyone, he rushed from his place, made a bestial face and roared towards the chairman:“ Pyotr Nikolaevich, are you soon? I can't wait any longer! I can't! - Let me cum!
Well, then I'll go myself! To hell with you! The fat man waved his hand, grabbed his hat and, without saying goodbye, ran out of the room. The secretary sighed and, bending down to the assistant prosecutor's ear, continued in an undertone:
Also good is pike perch or carp with tomato and mushroom gravy. But you can't get enough of the fish, Stepan Francych; this food is not essential, the main thing in dinner is not fish, not sauces, but roast. What bird do you love the most?
M.I. Vostryshev "Moscow wild"
Tavern Lopashev
Lunch menu in 1872:
Snacks
Balyk, freshly salted sturgeon, white salmon, freshly salted cucumbers, granular caviar, pressed caviar, butter, radish, cheese.
hotter
Ukha hot with burbot livers.
pies
Pies.
Meat
Shoulders and underwings of chickens with scallops and sweet meat.
Greenery
Cauliflower with different seasonings.
fish
Boiled perches with roots.
Roast
Piglet with porridge, small game with salad.
sweet hot
Rice porridge with nuts.
Berries
Strawberries with cream.
sweet cold
Ice cream and berries.
Fruit
Peaches, plums, pineapple, cherries, kinglets.
Coffee and tea
Russian treat
Voloshsky, red-hot, cedar, walnut, almond, American nuts.
Raisins and sultanas.
Gingerbread mint.
I.A. Belousov "Gone Moscow"
... In Zaryadye, the head shop of Kastalsky was famous; at this shop there was a room in the form of a dining room, where you could get 10-15 kopecks of hot ham, brains and sausages, and in posts - beluga or sturgeon with horseradish in red vinegar; Saika or kalach were served with appetizers.
Kastalsky was famous for his ham, and many Muscovites ordered hams from him for Easter. A ham for the Easter table among Muscovites was considered a necessity, like a pig for Christmas.
There was also another supplier of ham for the merchants, this was "Arsentich": he had a tavern in Cherkassky Lane on Ilyinka. Ham "Arsentyich" for its pickling and aging was famous even outside of Moscow.In addition to the named “joys”, other merchants stood at the service of the artisans on the streets - tripes wrapped in tubes and tied with bast, hot intestines stuffed with buckwheat porridge and fried in lamb fat.
All these foodstuffs were sold to meat-eaters, and the posts of the merchants went out with pea jelly, poured and chilled right in the trays. Buckwheat cakes were sold from the stalls, or as they were pronounced: “sinners”, they were baked from buckwheat flour, in special clay molds. The buckwheat was a column two inches high, fried on all sides; it was narrower at one end, wider at the other.
For a penny, the merchant let go a couple of buckwheat - at the same time he cut them lengthwise, and from a bottle of vegetable oil, plugged with a cork, through which a goose feather was passed, poured the inside of the buckwheat with oil and sprinkled with salt ...
V. A. Gilyarovsky "Moscow and Muscovites", "Egorov's tavern and Testov's tavern"
... Yes, he left behind Pyotr Kirilych as a keepsake for posterity special way cut pies.
Egorov's tavern, in addition to pancakes, was famous for its fish pies. This is a round pie with a filling of minced fish with elk, and the middle is open, and in it, on a slice of sturgeon, there is a piece of burbot liver. The pie was served with a gravy boat of fish soup for free.The dexterous Pyotr Kirilych was the first to come up with the idea of “artistically” cutting such a pie. Fork in one hand, knife in the other; a few strokes of the hand, and in an instant the pie turned into dozens of thin slices, running from the central piece of liver to the thick ruddy edges of the pie, which retained its shape. This fashion went all over Moscow, but few people knew how to cut pies as "artistically" as Pyotr Kirilych, except for Testov - Kuzma and Ivan Semenych.
They were artists!
Isaac Babel " Odessa stories»
... And now ... we can return to the wedding of Dwyra Creek, the King's sister. Turkeys were served for dinner at this wedding , fried chicken, geese, stuffed fish and fish soup, in which lemon lakes shone like mother-of-pearl. Flowers swayed over the dead goose heads like lush plumes. But does the foamy surf of the Odessa Sea bring fried chickens to the shore? All the noblest of our smuggling, all that the earth is glorious from end to end, did in that starry, in that blue night its destructive, its seductive work. The foreign wine warmed up the stomachs, sweetly broke the legs, intoxicated the brains and caused belching, sonorous, like the call of a battle trumpet. The black cook from the Plutarch, which arrived the third day from Port Said, carried out of the customs line pot-bellied bottles of Jamaican rum, oily Madeira, cigars from the plantations of Pierpont Morgan and oranges from the outskirts of Jerusalem. This is what the foamy surf of the Odessa Sea brings to the shore ...
A.P. Chekhov "Siren"
If, let's say, they serve a couple of great snipes to the roast, and if you add to this a partridge or a couple of fat quails, then you will forget about any catarrh, honestly, a noble word. And the roast turkey? White, fat, juicy sort of, you know, like a nymph ...
Yes, it's probably delicious, - said the prosecutor, smiling sadly. - Turkey, perhaps, I would eat. - Lord, and the duck? If you take a young duck, which has just had enough ice in the first frosts, and fry it on a baking sheet along with potatoes, so that the potatoes are finely chopped, and browned, so that they are saturated with duck fat, so that ...
The philosopher Milkin made a brutal face and, apparently, wanted to say something, but suddenly smacked his lips, probably imagining a roast duck, and without saying a word, drawn by an unknown force, grabbed his hat and ran out.
Yes, perhaps I would have eaten ducks as well…” the assistant prosecutor sighed. The chairman got up, walked around and sat down again.
After a roast, a person becomes full and falls into a sweet eclipse, the secretary continued. - At this time, the body is good and the soul is touching. For pleasure, you can eat glasses of three casseroles.
V. A. Gilyarovsky "Moscow and Muscovites"
In the old days, Dmitrovka was also called Klubnaya Street - three clubs were placed on it: the English Club in the house of Muravyov, Dvoryansky, who later moved to the house of the Noble Assembly; then the Clerk's Club moved to Muravyov's house, and the Merchants' Club moved to Myatlev's house. The lord's chambers were occupied by merchants, and the lord's tone was replaced by a merchant's, just as the exquisite French table switched to old Russian dishes.
Sterlet ear; two-yard sturgeons; beluga in brine; "banquet veal"; white as cream, turkey, fattened walnuts; "half-and-half pies" from sterlet and burbot livers; piglet with horseradish; pig with porridge. Pigs for "Tuesday" dinners at the Merchant's Club were bought at a huge price from Testov, the same ones he served in his famous tavern. He fattened them himself at his dacha, in special feeders, in which the legs of the piglet were blocked by bars: “so that he doesn’t jump off the fat!” Ivan Yakovlevich explained.
Capons and poulards came from Rostov Yaroslavsky, and “banquet” veal from the Trinity, where the calves were soldered with whole milk.
All this was served at "Tuesday" dinners, crowded and noisy, in huge numbers.
In addition to wines, which were exterminated by the sea, especially champagne, the Merchants' Club was famous for kvass and fruit waters alone in all of Moscow, the secret of preparation of which was known only to one long-term housekeeper of the club - Nikolai Agafonych.
When he appeared in the drawing room, where, after coffee and liqueurs, the merchants were digesting a Lucull dinner in armchairs, several voices were immediately heard:
Nikolai Agafonych!
Everyone demanded their favorite drink. Who was given a fragrant leaflet: it smells like a blackcurrant bud, as if you were lying under a bush in spring; to whom cherry - the color of a ruby, the taste of ripe cherries; to whom raspberry; some white rusk kvass, and some sour cabbage soup - a drink that is so carbonated that it had to be corked in champagne, otherwise it would break every bottle.
Sour cabbage soup and knock in the nose, and knock out hops! - used to say the ten-pood Lenechka, who drank this drink in half with frozen champagne.
Lenechka is the inventor of the pie in twelve tiers, each layer has its own filling; and meat, and different fish, and fresh mushrooms, and chickens, and game of all kinds. This kulebyaka was prepared only at the Merchants' Club and at Testov's, and it was ordered a day in advance.
To be continued…
After a good meal, you can forgive anyone, even your relatives. When I have big troubles in my life, I deny myself literally everything except delicious food and good drinks. Oscar Wilde Great people have always been temperate in food. Honore de Balzac The best seasoning for food is hunger. We do not live to eat, but eat to live. I eat to live, not live to eat. Socrates Old people endure fasting very easily; in the second place - adults, more difficult - young people, and the most difficult of all - children, and of these last - those who are distinguished by too much liveliness. Hippocrates Do not put off until dinner what you can eat at dinner. Do not have dinner - a holy law,To whom light sleep is most dear. The stomach of an enlightened person has the best qualities of a kind heart - sensitivity and gratitude. Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin No one should transgress the measure either in food or in nutrition. Pythagoras If a gourmet constantly counts calories in dishes, then he is likened to Casanova, who does not take his eyes off his watch. James Beard A man lives not by what he eats, but by what he digests. This position applies equally to the mind as to the body. If you want to prolong your life, shorten your meals. Beer is another proof that the Lord loves us and wants us to be happy. Since people learned to brew food, they eat twice as much as nature requires. Benjamin Franklin It is better to undereat from time to time than to overeat constantly. Abundant food harms the body just as abundance of water harms crops. If it were not for the power of the stomach, not a single bird would fall into the snares of the hunter, and the hunter himself would not set snares. Food that the body does not digest eats the one who ate it. Therefore, eat in moderation. Drunkenness is the mother of all vices. Moderation is an ally of nature and a guardian of health. So when you drink, when you eat, when you move, and even when you love, be in moderation. Abu-l-Faraj Our food substances must be a remedy, and our medicines must be food substances. Hypocrates Drinking wine is just as harmful as taking poison. Excessive food hinders subtlety of the mind. Seneca The only difference between a good meal and a long life is that sweets are served at the end of the meal. Robert Louis StevensonLove and hunger rule the world. Friedrich Schiller There is no love more sincere than the love of food. Will we refuse food only on the grounds that we lose our appetite when we are full? Can we say that the field is wasted if it is left fallow? George Bernard Shaw Everyone is what he eats. Ludwig FeuerbachTemperance in food is born either by concern for health, or by the inability to eat a lot. François de La Rochefoucauld It seems to me that every husband prefers a good meal without music to music without a good meal. Immanuel Kant Belonging to some kind of club where you can dine - even to the club of writers - inevitably ruins the novice writer. This fatal mistake was made by more than one gifted youngster, who, on his own initiative or on the advice of unreasonable friends, tried to "crawl" into the society of celebrities - he saved his stomach, but lost his reputation. Herbert George Wells We need to eat and drink so much that our strength is restored by this, and not suppressed. Mark Thulius Cicero We do not live in order to eat, but in order not to know what we have. When you get up from the table hungry, you are full; if you get up after eating, you overate; if you get up overeating - you are poisoned.
