The Potato: Sir Walter Raleigh


Sir Walter Raleigh gripped his seat under the table. He had sailed half way round the world to find this root, he had faced great perils to bring it back, he had withstood the blandishments of the most expert cajolers at Court, and had not even hinted at the secret of its flavour, he had changed his chef six times, and now Elizabeth of England was tasting it.

He looked at her.

Elizabeth of England spat.

‘Not enough salt’, she said.

Caryl Brahms 1901-1982 & S J Simon 1904-1948

No Bed For Bacon (1941)



About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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