The tablecloth would be drawn, so that the shiny sweets and luscious jellies glittered in the candlelight and were reflected in the mahogany table. A few decades later in England, the dessert course had become such a cult that special banqueting houses would be built in gardens (or even on the roof of the main house) so that guests had a little exercise before the fun of the sweets course.
I regret the lack of posts this week — unfortunately I spend only a small portion of each day becoming acquainted with confectionary history, and a large portion of each day toiling in a thoroughly charmless litigation mine in midtown, without so much as a canary to let me know when I've been exposed to dangerous levels of bloated ego. Or distasteful levels of self-important preening. Etc. Sigh.
Beautiful Photos!
ReplyDeleteHA! I hear you about needing a canary! I drone away in a digital hack's lounge, luckily this week we had a self immolating hamster that let us all know it was time to go home....
ReplyDeleteThanks Ulla!
ReplyDeleteAnn, that sounds like a mighty interesting day at the office!
Confectionary history seems like a pleasant distraction from a litigation mine.
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