——But ’tis an excellent cap too (putting it upon my head, and pressing it close to my ears)—and warm—and soft; especially if you stroke it the right way—but alas! that will never be my luck——(so here my philosophy is shipwreck’d again).
——No; I shall never have a finger in the pye (so here I break my metaphor)——
Crust and Crumb
Inside and out
Top and bottom——I detest it, I hate it, I repudiate it——I’m sick at the sight of it——
’Tis all pepper,
’Tis all garlick,
’Tis all staragen,
’Tis all salt, and
’Tis all devil’s dung——by the great arch-cook of cooks, who does nothing, I think, from morning to night, but sit down by the fire-side and invent inflammatory dishes for us, I would not touch it for the world——