From C. S. Lewis’, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, artratcafe CAFE offers a simple, tasty and filling weekend lunch special including: Fresh Trout, Potatoes with Rich, Creamy Butter, home-made bread, Beaver Beer and fresh cold milk for the young ‘uns. And for desert, scrumptious Marmalade Roll and hot tea.
“So you’ve come at last!” she said, holding out both her wrinkled old paws. ‘At last! To think that ever I should live to see this day! The potatoes are boiling and the kettle’s singing and I daresay, Mr Beaver, you’ll get us some fish.’
‘That I will,’ said Mr Beaver, and he went out of the house (Peter went with him), and across the ice of the deep pool to where he had a little hole in the ice which he kept open every day with his hatchet. They took a pail with them. Mr Beaver sat down quietly at the edge of the hole (he didn’t seem to mind it being so chilly), looked hard into it, then suddenly shot in his paw, and before you could say Jack Robinson had whisked out a beautiful trout.
Then he did it all over again until they had a fine catch.
Meanwhile the girls were helping Mrs Beaver to fill the kettle and lay the table and cut the bread and put the plates in the oven to heat and draw a huge jug of beer for Mr Beaver from a barrel, which stood in one corner of the house…
Just as the frying pan was nicely hissing, Peter and Mr Beaver came in with the fish which Mr Beaver had already opened with his knife and cleaned out in the open air. You can think how good the new-caught fish smelled while they were frying and how the hungry children longed for them to be done and how very much hungrier still they had become before Mr Beaver said, ‘Now we’re ready.’ Susan drained the potatoes and then put them all back into the empty pot to dry on the side of the range while Lucy was helping Mrs Beaver to dish up the trout, so that in a very few minutes everyone was drawing up their stools (it was all three-legged stools in the Beavers’ house except for Mrs Beaver’s own special rocking-chair beside the fire) and preparing to enjoy themselves. There was a jug of creamy milk for the children (Mr Beaver stuck to beer) and a great big lump of deep yellow butter in the middle of the table from which everyone took as much as he wanted to go with his potatoes, and all the children thought – and I agree with them – that there’s nothing to beat good freshwater fish if you eat it when it has been alive half an hour ago and has come out of the pan half a minute ago. And when they had finished the fish Mrs Beaver brought unexpectedly out of the oven a great and gloriously sticky marmalade roll, steaming hot, and at the same time moved the kettle onto the fire, so that when they finished the marmalade roll the tea was made and ready to be poured out. And when each person had got his (or her) cup of tea, each person shoved his (or her) stool so as to be able to lean against the wall, and gave a long sigh of contentment”.
Credit for images in order from top (all images from Google Image bank): Beavers: origin unknown. Fish by Alfred Gockel. Date unknown. The Potato Eaters by Vincent Van Gogh. 1885. Beer Glass and Cards by Juan Gris. 1913. Milk Drinkers: origin unknown. Marmalade Roll: origin unknown. The Red Tea Service by Hermann Max Pechstein. 1916.