A photo of a meal described in Catcher in the Rye.
A review of this book in Bookforum by Melanie Rehak (sadly, not available online) made me ponder what fictitious dishes I relish from literature. Aside from Maurice Sendak’s Chicken Soup with Rice, I’ve gotta go with John Graves’s description in his great Texas book “Goodbye to a River”, a book about a nostalgic trip down the Brazos River before it’s dammed into oblivion. Graves describes the incomparable way in which his old friend and former Pullman cook can fry eggs over an open fire. I don’t have the book with me, but that description remains embedded in my mind.
What’s YOUR most memorable fictitious meal?
Now I’ve found the section in Graves’ book: “And later trips when they let you go out with a friend named Hale and a huge colored man named Bill Briggs…who could fry eggs, rounded and brown on the outside and soft within, in a way you have never seen since…”
Now why has that passage stayed with me all these years?