The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.

The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.

The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his read more

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl;
Serenely full the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."

Philo swears that he has never dined at home, and it is so; he
does not dine at all, read more

Philo swears that he has never dined at home, and it is so; he
does not dine at all, except when invited out.

"Here, dearest Eve," he exclaims, "here is food." "Well,"
answered she, with the germ of a housewife stirring within read more

"Here, dearest Eve," he exclaims, "here is food." "Well,"
answered she, with the germ of a housewife stirring within her,
"we have been so busy to-day that a picked-up dinner must serve."

He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter
in a lordly dish.

He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter
in a lordly dish.

'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
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'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
I've ate and can't digest.

A dinner lubricates business.

A dinner lubricates business.