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Based on the approximately four hundred hours of Next Food Network Star that I have seen, I gather that it’s hard to properly describe food to someone who can’t actually taste it. This apparently isn’t a problem for George R. R. Martin, who inserts long and varied food descriptions everywhere in A Song of Ice and Fire. These are the best ones. Fair warning, some of these things might include some spoilers. They’re all past the point where they really would be, but proceed at your own risk. While a lot of this list is Martin describing delicious food, “best” here also encompasses diversity of good food—not everything is the sumptuous feasts of the rich and powerful—and important to world- building or character growth, even when the actual foods are distinctly unappetizing. Speaking of that.. Bowl of Brown. In the Bottom there were pot shops along the alleys where huge tubs of stew had been simmering for years, and you could trade half your bird for a heel of yesterday’s bread and a “bowl o’ brown,” and they’d even stick the other half in the fire and crisp it up for you, as long as you plucked the feathers yourself. A Game of Thrones, Chapter 5. Bowl o’ brown” is such a wonderful phrase. It’s funny in the way that it always is when food is basically unidentifiable. Its real- world historical equivalent is pottage, but “bowl o’ brown” is much more fun to say. A Royal Dinner. All the while the courses came and went. A thick soup of barley and venison. Salads of sweetgrass and spinach and plums, sprinkled with crushed nuts. Snails in honey and garlic. Sansa had never eaten snails before; Joffrey showed her how to get the snail out of the shell, and fed her the first sweet morsel himself. Then came trout fresh from the river, baked in clay; her prince helped her crack open the hard casing to expose the flaky white flesh within. And when the meat course was brought out, he served her himself, slicing a queen’s portion from the joint, smiling as he laid it on her plate. She could see from the way he moved that his right arm was still troubling him, yet he uttered not a word of complaint. Later came sweetbreads and pigeon pie and baked apples fragrant with cinnamon and lemon cakes frosted in sugar, but by then Sansa was so stuffed that she could not manage more than two little lemon cakes, as much as she loved them. She was wondering whether she might attempt a third when the king began to shout. King Robert had grown louder with each course. From time to time Sansa could hear him laughing or roaring a command over the music and the clangor of plates and cutlery, but they were too far away for her to make out his words. A Game of Thrones, Chapter 2. Look, if you’re not hungry after reading that, I would like a piece of your self- restraint. Plus, there’s Sansa’s POV of the worldly Joffrey helping her eat delicacies and the symbolism of “queen’s portion” and her being too full but wanting more of something not healthy that, basically, make me feel like I’m writing a high school English essay. Sansa’s present at a lot of meals where the Lannisters lay some form of siege to her. Compare this to chapter 6. Clash of Kings. 1. Good Food, Bad Family. Cersei set a tasty table, that could not be denied. They started with a creamy chestnut soup, crusty hot bread, and greens dressed with apples and pine nuts. Then came lamprey pie, honeyed ham, buttered carrots, white beans and bacon, and roast swan stuffed with mushrooms and oysters. Tyrion was exceedingly courteous; he offered his sister the choice portions of every dish, and made certain he ate only what she did. Not that he truly thought she’d poison him, but it never hurt to be careful. A Clash of Kings, Chapter 5. Delicious food with a side order of being worried your sister might have you poisoned. Lots of decadence that can’t even be enjoyed and Tyrion’s actions get about as many words as Cersei’s table. Worms Are Worse to Eat Than Bugs, Apparently. Part of her wanted to be a swan. The other part wanted to eat one. She had broken her fast on some acorn paste and a handful of bugs. Bugs weren’t so bad when you got used to them. Worms were worse, but still not as bad as the pain in your belly after days without food. Finding bugs was easy, all you had to do was kick over a rock. Arya had eaten a bug once when she was little, just to make Sansa screech, so she hadn’t been afraid to eat another. Weasel wasn’t either, but Hot Pie retched up the beetle he tried to swallow, and Lommy and Gendry wouldn’t even try. Yesterday Gendry had caught a frog and shared it with Lommy, and, a few days before, Hot Pie had found blackberries and stripped the bush bare, but mostly they had been living on water and acorns. Kurz had told them how to use rocks and make a kind of acorn paste. It tasted awful. A Clash of Kings, Chapter 1. This isn’t even the most disgusting eating described in A Song of Ice and Fire, but it’s so long, so involved, and so disgusting—far above what’s necessary to get across how hard survival is—that it gets a special place on this list. There’s also an implication that acorn paste is somehow even worse than the bugs, which is hard to believe. It makes sense, too. Acorns are rarely anyone’s first choice of nut. Even Snake Sounds Good. A short man stood in an arched doorway grilling chunks of snake over a brazier, turning them with wooden tongs as they crisped. The pungent smell of his sauces brought tears to the knight’s eyes. The best snake sauce had a drop of venom in it, he had heard, along with mustard seeds and dragon peppers. Myrcella had taken to Dornish food as quick as she had to her Dornish prince, and from time to time Ser Arys would try a dish or two to please her. The food seared his mouth and made him gasp for wine, and burned even worse coming out than it did going in. His little princess loved it, though. A Feast for Crows, Chapter 1. You cannot tell me snake sauce doesn’t intrigue. The little character insight elevates this above simply learning about Dorne. A lot of Dornish food we hear about isn’t too outlandish, so this gets a special mention. It’s this and the famous Dornish peppers that form the most distinctive parts of Dornish cuisine. And both will blow your mouth off. The Red Wedding Feast. Catelyn could not fault him for his lack of appetite. The wedding feast began with a thin leek soup, followed by a salad of green beans, onions, and beets, river pike poached in almond milk, mounds of mashed turnips that were cold before they reached the table, jellied calves’ brains, and a leche of stringy beef. It was poor fare to set before a king, and the calves’ brains turned Catelyn’s stomach. Yet Robb ate it uncomplaining, and her brother was too caught up with his bride to pay much attention. A Storm of Swords, Chapter 5. A typical Martin list of food with, in hindsight, the realization of why the fare isn’t as sumptuous as it should be. And why so few of the guests were able to find their appetite. Fun fact, a leg of mutton makes a makeshift weapon in the melee that follows. The Most Specific Hot Wine Recipe in Existence“Bring us some hot wine, if you would. The night is chilly.” “Yes, my lord.” Jon built a cookfire, claimed a small cask of Mormont’s favorite robust red from stores, and poured it into a kettle. He hung the kettle above the flames while he gathered the rest of his ingredients. The Old Bear was particular about his hot spiced wine. So much cinnamon and so much nutmeg and so much honey, not a drop more. Raisins and nuts and dried berries, but no lemon, that was the rankest sort of southron heresy—which was queer, since he always took lemon in his morning beer. The drink must be hot to warm a man properly, the Lord Commander insisted, but the wine must never be allowed to come to a boil. Jon kept a careful eye on the kettle. A Clash of Kings, Chapter 3. This is a sign of a diseased mind. Or possibly a hipster who will corner you at a holiday party and explain, in horrible detail, why his recipe is superior to the one on offer. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t ask. Stew Worth Marrying For. The beer was brown, the bread black, the stew a creamy white. She served it in a trencher hollowed out of a stale loaf. It was thick with leeks, carrots, barley, and turnips white and yellow, along with clams and chunks of cod and crabmeat, swimming in a stock of heavy cream and butter. It was the sort of stew that warmed a man right down to his bones, just the thing for a wet, cold night. Davos spooned it up gratefully. Gella makes it. My daughter’s daughter. Are you married, onion knight?” “I am, my lord.” “A pity. Gella’s not. Homely women make the best wives. There’s three kinds of crabs in there. Red crabs and spider crabs and conquerors. I won’t eat spider crab, except in sister’s stew. Makes me feel half a cannibal.” His lordship gestured at the banner hanging above the cold black hearth. A spider crab was embroidered there, white on a grey- green field. A Dance With Dragons, Chapter 9. Stew is a course in a shocking number of meals Martin describes, but, you know, Winter Is Coming and Stew Is Warm. But you’ve got to hand it to Gella—she makes a stew that makes a man willing to eat his house’s sigil. This stew is also pretty much a recipe—the main ingredients are named, you could absolutely improvise based on what’s named here. Granted, it’s roughly a billion degrees out right now, so maybe wait until winter to try. Southern hemisphere, you go ahead and report back. Another Delightful Meal with Cersei. After the broth came a salad of apples, nuts, and raisins. At any other time, it might have made a tasty dish, but tonight all the food was flavored with fear. Then came mutton roasted with leeks and carrots, served in trenchers of hollowed bread. Lollys ate too fast, got sick, and retched all over herself and her sister. Lord Gyles coughed, drank, coughed, drank, and passed out. The scent of cinnamon filled the hall. Clash of Kings, Chapter 6.
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