Sixe six
penny Mutton-pyes to make up the Feast
Methinks
a Feast is not well set forth if there bee no Pies or bak'd meates, and
instead of Deere, I pray Gentlemen take in good part such Venison as Smithfield
penns affoord. There was a Chyrurgian, or corruptly a Surgeon, whose
name
was well knowne to me, and many more by Land, but especially and truly
by Walter, and by shortning it an L, by Water,
or
briefly, Wat; (the helpe of a Priest would declare the
rest)
This Walters stomacke did water for a Six-penny Mutton-pye, at
a
Cookes named T. S. at Westminster, almost over against the 3
Tunnes
Taverne, and having eaten one Pie, he lik'd the rellish so well, that
hee
call'd for five pies more of the same price, and valiantly consum'd
them
both crust and meate, outsides and linings: Which being done, he heard Westminster
clock strike, and demanding of one of the Cookes servants what time of
day it was? who answer'd him, that the Clocke strooke Eleaven; Oh
(quoth
he) I pray you bring me a reckoning quickly, or else I shall lose my
Dinner
at my Lord Maynards.
The (perhaps not very
obvious) punchline here is that after consuming
6 pies by 11 a.m., Dr. Walters then wants the bill taken care of as
quickly
as possible so he won't miss his lunch/dinner date.
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