"Kell" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... veal, beef-suet, a few bread crumbs, sweet-herbs, a little shred mace, pepper, salt, and two eggs, mixed all together; take two or three slices of the beef, according as they are in bigness, and a lump of forc'd-meat the size of an egg; lay your beef round it, and roll it in part of a kell of veal, put it into an earthen dish, with a little water, a glass of claret, and a little onion shred small; lay upon them a little butter, and bake them in an oven about an hour; when they come out take off the fat, ...
— English Housewifery Exemplified - In above Four Hundred and Fifty Receipts Giving Directions - for most Parts of Cookery • Elizabeth Moxon
... the tip Fritz made with his demonstration, All broke up, a fractured hip In me Darby Kell a rip Settn' up a ...
— 'Hello, Soldier!' - Khaki Verse • Edward Dyson
... and gat her seven sisters, And sewed to her a kell; And every steek that they pat in ...
— Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Vol. II (of 3) • Walter Scott
... Arrived there he takes off his hat to the dog, pats the pig, asks the cow after the calf, salutes the farmer, curtseys to the farmeress, then turning to the inevitable baby, exclaims in the language of the country, "Mong Jew, kell jolly ong-fong" (Gosh, what a topping kid!), and bending tenderly over it imprints a lingering kiss upon its indiarubber features and wins the freedom of the farm. The Mess may make use of the kitchen; the spare bed is at the Skipper's disposal; the cow will ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 153, Sept. 26, 1917 • Various
... matter of hours, and his whole life was one continual dinner, like mine host at Rouillac (in Perigord). But now, having farted out much fat for ten years together, according to the custom of the country, he was drawing towards his bursting hour; for neither the inner thin kell wherewith the entrails are covered, nor his skin that had been jagged and mangled so many years, were able to hold and enclose his guts any longer, or hinder them from forcing their way out. Pray, quoth Panurge, is there no remedy, no help for the poor man, good people? Why don't ...
— Gargantua and Pantagruel, Complete. • Francois Rabelais
... stay here a little, Mrs. Kell. I will go into the library and write you some memoranda from my uncle's letter, if you will open ...
— Middlemarch • George Eliot |
