Between delectable servings of blinis Demidoff (buckwheat cakes with caviar and sour cream), caille en sarcophage (literally, "quail in a sarcophagus"), and other exquisite dishes, not to mention free-flowing Veuve Clicquot champagne and Amontillado sherry, a spirit of liberation, reconciliation and gratitude takes over.
In following some of her guidelines for a green manure crop, I tilled an area I want for more garden beds and planted buckwheat there with the intention of plowing it under too enrich the bed for next spring's crop, but she has some recipes for buckwheat cakes and breads that looked like I might enjoy, so I am seriously thinking of letting it go to seed and harvest the buckwheat.
Frances Trollope noted: "They eat with the greatest possible rapidity and in total silence." Harriet Martineau reported a breakfast that consisted of "cornbread, buns, buckwheat cakes, broiled chicken, bacon, eggs, rich hominy, fish, fresh and pickled, and beef-steak." And Charles Dickens was repelled by "those dyspeptic ladies and gentlemen who eat unheard-of quantities of hot corn bread (almost as good for the digestion as a kneaded pincushion), for breakfast and supper."