And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countence Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! Oh clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
Not much related to cooking there, unless you count the arrows of desire. And I suppose for some recipes, mental fight. Interesting though, Blake's fascination with rhetorical questions - what immortal hand or eye, etc. That tangent aside...
Amos gave me Plenty (by Ottolenghi, not Blake, for Christmas). It's got a lot of eggplant recipes which I suppose is not surprising for a vegetarian cookbook but you know how I feel about them.

If you don't have the book the recipe is here. You should try them.
Love, Elise
1 comment:
I love that hymn!
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