ABSTRACT
A paltry amateur, a clumsy bungler, is he who squanders all his talent upon the soup, and leaves the savoury to take care of itself. The patriotic claim the savoury as England's invention. Their patriotism is pretty and pleasing; moreover, it is not without a glimmering of truth. For to England belongs the glorious discovery that the dinner which ends with a savoury ends with rapture that passeth human understanding. In two strange and striking combinations it carries the savoury to the topmost rung in the ladder of gastronomy. Its union with inexhaustible anchovy and Bombay duck has for issue "Bombay toast", the very name whereof has brought new hope to staid dons and earnest scholars. Pledged to anchovies once more and butter and cream, Mormon-like in its choice of many: mates, it offers as result "Scotch woodcock", a challenge to fill high the glass with Claret red and rare.
