Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost raceWait, Frona Eunice
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Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost race
Wait, Frona Eunice
Fantasy fiction; Geographical myths -- Fiction
The sun was inclining well toward the west, and there was a savory smell
of roasted meats, steaming vegetables and ripe fruits assailing the
olfactory nerves, and appealing strongly to the inner man—the unchained
tiger of the stomach.
The children set up an impatient clamor for something to eat, as they
caught sight of the long, low tables spread under the trees; but, there
was a decorum to be observed, which the elders rigidly enforced.
Whole animals had been roasting through the previous night in trenches
twelve feet long, two feet wide, and two feet deep. Fires were built in
them, and when thoroughly dried out, great spits were put in half-way to
the top, and over a bed of red-hot charcoal the meat was cooked. During
this process it was moistened frequently with spiced vinegar, and a
_sauce piquante_ of chili, with which salt had been freely mixed.
Beef, venison and bear-meat were prepared in this way, while rabbits,
wild turkeys, geese, ducks, quail and small birds were roasted and
stewed by separate methods. Near the trenches, pots of curry, rice and
mutton were simmering over slow fires. Deep brass cylinders, with
glowing charcoal in the bottom, kept steaming tamales ready for instant
service.
There were great ash-heaps filled with sweet potatoes roasted to a turn.
Huge chafing-dishes contained beans, tomatoes, stuffed cucumbers and
stews of all kinds, while lettuce, cresses, red peppers, radishes, leeks
and onions were heaped upon the tables in profusion.
Nasturtium seeds, capers and olives were among the relishes. Great brick
ovens hid many a fruit confection and pastry, and there were stacks of
tortillas fresh from the hands of the baker. Fresh curds and honey were
in liberal allowance on each table, while large wicker baskets groaned
with their burden of ripe peaches, pears, apples, guavas, bananas, tunas
and pineapples.
On clean grass mats were water-melons, cantaloupes and grapes while
oranges, lemons, pomegranates and quinces were among the candied and
preserved fruits.
Walnuts, peanuts, filberts and pine-nuts by the bushel, were at hand for
service, while immense jars were filled with pulque, metheglin, tequila
and koumiss. These drinks were called “zadar” meaning to spin, as the
head feels after indulging in them. For the more soberly inclined there
was chocolate flavored with vanilla, and piled high with whipped cream,
served either hot or cold.
Cotton napkins and pottery ewers filled with water were beside each
earthenware plate. Despite their impatience, the children were compelled
to perform ablutions the same as their elders, before sitting to eat.
For their use, lacquerware dishes were provided.
Gay-colored silk lanterns hung from the trees, which were also garlanded
overhead with ropes of flowers, filling all gaps for the nonce and
excluding the too-searching sunlight. All made haste to sit, while lips
moved in silent thank-offerings.
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