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Little house

baste 仮縫いする

briskly きびきびと、活発に

thrust

cockerel 若い雄鶏


"It takes all kinds of people to make a world."

"False Fronts"
Square-covered at different heights, trying to make believe that the buidings were two stories high.

"We must not raise hopes only to be dissapointed."

impel

timidly おどおどした、気の小さい

saucy

"There won't be, there just can't be one single girl in college who can hold a candle to you."

"There's something to be said for Indians."
"Well, I'll be switched."

"It takes you to think up a chicken pie, a year before there's chickens to make it with."
"This beats a chicken pie all hollow."

crimson

Mary had passed the examinations with flying colors.

"You're keeping something up your sleeves!"

tardily
[PR]
by foodscene | 2009-09-30 13:41 | English

supper

At noon they ate the corn dodgers and molasses and drank the milk
that Ma had left for them.
They washed their tin cups and put them away.

Wilder, Plum
[PR]
by foodscene | 2009-09-14 15:18 | アメリカ

Horehound Candies

"What did you bring us, Pa? What? What?"
"Guess," Pa said.

They could now guess.
But Laura felt something crackle in his jumper pocket and she pounced on it.
She pulled out a paper bag,
beautifully striped with tiny red and green sripes.

And in the bag were two sticks of candy,
one for Mary and one for Laura!

They were maple-sugar-colored, and they were flat on one side.
Mary licked hers.
But Laura bit her stick, and the outside of it came off, crumbly.
The inside was hard and clear and dark brown.
And it had a rich, brown, tangy taste.
Pa said it was horehound candy.

After the dishes were done,
Laura and Mary each took her stick of candy and they sat on Pa's knees,
outside the door in the cool dusk.
Ma sat just inside the dugout, humming to Carrie in her arms.

The creek was talking to itself under the yellow willows.
One by one the great stars swung low and seemed to quiver and flicker in the little wind.

Laura was snug in Pa's arm.
His beard softly tickled her cheek and the delicious candy-taste melted on her tongue.

Wilder "On the banks of plum creek"
[PR]
by foodscene | 2009-09-14 15:16 | アメリカ

感謝祭

Thanksgiving dinner was good.

Pa had shot a wild goose for it.
Ma had to stew the goose because there was no fireplace,
and no oven in the little stove.
But she made dumplings in the gravy.
There were corn dodgers and mashed potatoes.
There were butter, and milk, and stewed dried plums.
And three grains of parched corn lay beside each tin plate.

At the first Thanksgiving dinner the poor,
Pilgrims had nothing to eat but three parched grains of corn.
Then the Indians came and brought them turkeys, so the Pilgrims were thankful.

Now, after they had eaten their good, big Thanksgiving dinner,
Laura and Mary could eat their grains of corn and remember the Pilgrims.
Parched corn was good.
It crackled and crunched, and its taste was sweet and brown.

Wilder "On the Banks of Plum Creek"
[PR]
by foodscene | 2009-09-14 15:10 | アメリカ