As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. On all sides he beheld vast store of apples…. great fields of Indian corn, with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts, and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty-pudding; and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun, and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies; and anon he passed the fragrant buckwheat fields, breathing the odour of the bee-hive, and as he beheld them, soft anticipations stole over his mind of dainty slapjacks, well buttered, and garnished with honey or treacle….  Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

Photo Sandy Sage

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3 Responses to

  1. Barbara Estinson says:

    I bet your photo is from Beverly’s! Nice memories. Fun quote too.

  2. Di Anne Lewis says:

    Your photo and “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” quote brought to mind a marvelous description of a buffet in Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road”

  3. Jesse says:

    That looks like carrot cake on the left, nice!

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