Occasionally she [Pym] wrote down a recipe, like the one that was tucked amid her notes for A Glass of Blessings. It was for a casserole made with layers of chicken, onions and rice in a wine sauce, with basil and bay leaves placed here and there. (Apparently this dish stayed on her mind, whether or not it stayed in her repertoire, because a few years later she happened to write in her notebook a phrase from Paradise Lost about a blissful Adam and Eve – “Imparadised in one another’s arms” – and this must have reminded her of the recipe, because she then added, “or was it somehow encasseroled. Bay leaf resting on chicken flesh.”Encasseroled??! Pure genius of word invention.
~ The new Emily Dickinson Archive. Dickinson's poems, in her own handwriting, all online and searchable. How wonderful.
~ I'm not looking to leave just yet, but the day may come: Versatile Ph.D., for leaving academia.
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