Take two adjacent consonants and a luscious little lightly-seasoned meat pie and this kind of thing is inevitable.
For all I know Spanish cannibals scavenging at Camden, TN on March 5 1963 baked brawn:
Take two Buttocks and hang them up two or three dayes, then take them down and dip them into hot Water, and pluck off the skin, dry them very well with a clean Cloth, when you have so done, take Lard, cut it in peices as big as your little finger, and season it very well with Pepper, Cloves, Mace, Nutmeg, and Salt, put each of them into an earthen Pot, put in a Pint of Claret wine, a pound of Mutton Suet. So close it with past let the Oven be well heated; and so bake them, you must give them time for the baking according to the bignesse of the Haunches, and the thicknesse of the Pots, they commonly allot seven hours for the baking of them; let them stand three dayes, then take off their Cover, and poure away all the Liquor, then have clarified Butter, and fill up both the Pots, to keep it for the use, it will very well keep two or three moneths. (Nathan Brook, The Compleat Cook (1658))
Dear cooks: show me yours and I’ll show you mine.
Good news, meanwhile, from Jerez, where we hope to have translation offences added to the embezzlement charge-sheet.
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