American Food in American Literature
The months between the cherries and the peachesAre brimming cornucopias which spill Fruits red and purple, somber-bloomed and black;Then, down rich fields and frosty river beachesWe’ll trample bright persimmons, while you killBronze partridge, speckled quail, and canvasback.—Elinor Wylie1I ate another apple pie and ice cream; that’s practically all I ate all the way across the country, [...]
