Whenever I read Wind in the Willows I get the urge to eat toast. It’s Toad’s fault. When he’s in the dungeon, he eats some to raise his spirits, and boy does it do that.
“The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one’s ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
Get comfy with a copy of the book and follow the example of the gaoler’s daughter who brings Toad the snack: make a cup of tea to go with “very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in it in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb”.
A feast for the nose and the taste buds. Delicious.
Eleanor Cains 