"A Delicious Supper"

"She ate the delicious supper and enjoyed every bite. The tender chicken that had been simmering all the afternoon. The delicate dumplings, rows and rows of them around the big generous platter, in the sea of delicious gravy. Could anybody have a better supper? Little white onions that had been growing on the garden lot behind the house, creamed now, and sweet as honey. Delightful pickles that had come out of Mother Gilbert's kettle that very fall, made form tender little cucumbers grown in that same garden. Fluffy white potatoes, also garden products. If that same dinner were being served in a grand hotel or some fine restaurant it would be at a fabulous price. This simple boarding house where things were crude, and cheep, had yet the most delicious food that Laurel had ever tasted. Not fancy, but very fine and wholesome and delicious."

- Grace Livingston Hill, Crimson Mountain