⸺No; I shall never have a finger in the pye (so here I break my metaphor)⸺
Crust and Crumb
Inside and out
Top and bottom⸺I detest it, I hate it, I repudiate it⸺I’m sick at the sight of it⸺
’Tis all pepper,
garlick,
staragen,
salt, and
devil’s dung⸺by the great arch-cook of cooks, who does nothing, I think, from morning to night, but sit down by the fireside and invent inflammatory dishes for us, I would not touch it for the world⸺
⸺ O Tristram! Tristram! cried Jenny .
O Jenny! Jenny! replied I, and so went on with the twelfth chapter.