I don't think I have made it through a single book, since I started this blog, without missing food somewhere in there. In fact, I have made it through entire books before I remembered there was food in them - and they did not make it in here.
So here I am, well into this remarkable, strange book, and I am just now realizing there has been food. So I will start where I am.
The main character is - do we even get a name? A young man, 30, who has had a bad accident. He comes into a large amount of money through a settlement and he is damaged forever. I am not sure he sees it that way, but he certainly acknowledges that basic human activity is nearly beyond him.
Lunch with his consultant and a councilor: Our subject and his consultant eat fish soup, kedgeree and sparkling water. The councilor has venison sausages and red wine.
Kedgeree? I am thinking of some of the horrors I faced while in Ireland. Is there a relation? I have to look it up. Wikipedia says: Kedgeree (or occasionally kitcherie, kitchari or kitchiri) is a dish consisting of flaked fish (usually smoked haddock), boiled rice, eggs and butter. It's a popular dish.
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