Jam

Sep 05, 2014 21:16

Yet more AU Wimsey fic. Comes after 110A Piccadilly:

Jam )

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nineveh_uk September 12 2014, 21:37:32 UTC
Oh dear, rationing really wouldn't help the morning after unless the gentleman were a fan of porridge.

I do like Harriet wanting to look nice for Peter, and hurray, it's the symbolic red dress, in moth-eaten state. I am a little worried (despite knowing the eventual outcome) that Harriet is gearing herself up for a Serious Conversation that has the prospect of going horribly wrong.

(Would Harriet dress for dinner when on her own? But perhaps she's heading out.)

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lopezuna_writes September 13 2014, 04:06:56 UTC
I think Harriet is off to dinner with friends. She has a busy social life you know. She's not sitting at home waiting for gentlemen to call and invite her to Ferrara's. Though now I'm worried that dinner parties must have been a bit like having gentlemen callers eat all your jam. Unless you served parsnip stew followed by fake banana parsnip pudding to your guests, and where's the fun in that?

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nineveh_uk September 13 2014, 22:52:20 UTC
Harriet: "Oh, did you ring last night, Peter? I was out with friends."
Peter: *seethes with jealously*

I have definitely read books that involved guests coming to stay and being expected to bring their ration books so that their coupons could be used. Dinner parties feel like a tricky medium, though, unless you are serving Woolton Pie. Perhaps the host spent some time in India and does a mean root vegetable curry?

(I have a wartime recipe book that contains mock banana. Having tasted home-grown small parsnips post-frost, I suppose it was probably all right for the under 7 brigade.)

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