On pasties, St Ives and 7 wives
August 19, 2009
From The Economist a whimsical and evocative piece on the virtues and origins of the Cornish pasty. It would be pleasing to taste a genuine one. The last one Adam had was simply awful.
Cornish pasty - The Economist
Interestingly the author was visting St Ives when he sampled what he described as a delicious pasty.
St Ives home to an artists community for many years.
But of course what more readily came to mind was the old nursery rhyme:-
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks, each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits: kits, cats, sacks and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
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wwwaayyyyyyy better than the pie floater…. roarprawn.blogspot.com
BTW still love your work! elegant as ever…
Actually you can’t be sure. The rhyme doesn’t specify which way the large group was travelling. By the sound of their loads they’d be travelling slowly (herding cats maybe ?) and so one could have overtaken them travelling in the same direction and still correctly say one had met them. One is of course the simpler answer.
One was going to St. Ives. I love beginning any new course with this just to see school leavers and mature students run out of fingers and toes because they haven’t listened properly.