Man.

[la_vie_noire]

I'm trying to read A Dance With Dragons, and failing hard because I'm not even remembering what happened in the latest book. Heck, not even remembering most minor characters. "The way [insert name of character X] died... wait, did [character X] die? Who was [character X] anyway?"

Do I need to read the books again?

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[thatlitgirl]

“This evening they had supped on oxtail soup, summer greens tossed with pecans, grapes, red fennel, and crumbled cheese, hot crab pie, spiced squash, and quails drowned in butter. Each dish had come with its own wine. Lord Janos allowed that he had never eaten half so well.” (ACoK)

“…Jon built a cookfire, claimed a small cask of Mormont’s favorite robust red from stores, and poured it into a kettle. he hung the kettle above the flames wile he gathered the rest of his ingredients. The Old Bear was particular about his hot spiced wine. So much cinnamon and so much nutmeg and so much honey, not a drop more. Raisins and nuts and dried berries, but no lemon, that was the rankest sort of southron heresey – which was queer, since he always took lemon in his morning beer. The drink must be hot to warm a man properly, the Lord Commander insisted, but the the wine must never be allowed to come to a boil…” (ACoK)

“The wedding feast began with a thin leek soup, followed by a salad of green beans, onions, and beets, river pike poached in almond milk, mounds of mashed turnips that were cold before they reached the table, jellied calves’ brains, and a leche of stringy beef.” (ASoS)

“That night her handmaids brought her lamb, with a salad of raisins and carrots soaked in wine, and a hot flaky bread dripping with honey.” (ASoS)

“The kid had been roasted with lemon and honey. With it were grape leaves stuffed with a melange of raisins, onions, mushrooms, and fiery dragon peppers.” (AFfC)

“They began with a broth of crab and monkfish, and cold egg lime soup as well. Then came quails in honey, a saddle of lamb, goose livers drowned in wine, buttered parsnips, and suckling pig. … The serving men brought out a heron stuffed with figs, veal cutlets blanched with almond milk, creamed herring, candied onions…” (ADwD)

George R.R. Martin would be more than welcome at a Chinese wedding dinner. [The Chinese wedding dinner is a cultural phenomenon marked by conspicuous consumption amongst hosts and guests and assorted relatives, chronic and requisite unpunctuality, and copious amounts of tea and/or alcohol. Words alone cannot express what sort of an event it is.]