Speaking of food in novels, when one of my daughters was still at school, they
gave her (rather to my disgust, as I don't think it's good enough to be on the curriculum) Captain Correlli's Mandolin as part of her English course. Seeing it lying about somewhere in the house, her elder sister picked it up and looked at the title and exclaimed in surprised tones, 'Oh, is that what it's called? I thought it was Captain Correlli's Mandarine. I thought it was a sequel to that one by that French guy, the one where he eats a biscuit and his whole life flashes before his eyes.'
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