10 Eliza Acton Quotes

Eliza Acton quotes

1. In Beauty's dwelling all things fair, And rich, to win her sweet smiles strove; But still young Beauty's only care Was, to watch o'er the lamp of Love.

2. But tir'd at length poor Beauty slept, And while she rested, wearied quite, Indifference to the dear lamp crept, And quench'd its warm, and splendid light.

3. To win, beloved Caroline from thee, One thought, in years when we shall sever'd be-- --Sever'd, perchance, by those deep waves, which pour Their billowy murmurs round our native shore,-- For this, I wander'd round the Bow'rs of Song, A weary, and rejected suppliant long, And of the Muses crav'd in humblest tone From their rich wreaths, one simple bud alone: They did but fling their wildest weeds at me, And thus I twin'd them into verse for thee!

1. It is not, in fact, cookery books that we need half so much as cooks really trained to a knowledge of their duties.

2. The difference between good and bad cookery can scarcely be more strikingly shown than in the manner in which sauces are prepared and served. If well made…they prove that both skill and taste have been exerted in its arrangements. When coarsely or carelessly prepared…they greatly discredit the cook.

3. It may be safely averred that good cookery is the best and truest economy, turning to full account every wholesome article of food, and converting into palatable meals what the ignorant either render uneatable or throw away in disdain.

4. I love thee as I love the tone Of some soft-breathing flute Whose soul is wak'd for me alone, When all beside is mute.

5. Vegetables when not sufficiently cooked are know to be so exceedingly unwholesome and indigestible, that the custom of serving them 'crisp' should be altogether disregarded when health is considered of more importance than fashion.

6. Without wishing in the slightest degree to disparage the skill and labour of breadmakers by trade, truth compels us to assert our conviction of the superior wholesomeness of bread made in our own homes.

7. “I love thee, as I love the calm Of sweet, star-lighted hours! I love thee, as I love the balm Of early jest 'mine flowers.”