There was once a cook named Gretel, who wore shoes with red
heels, and when she walked out with them on, she turned herself this
way and that, was quite happy and thought, you certainly are a
pretty girl. And when she came home she drank, in her gladness of
heart, a draught of wine, and as wine excites a desire to eat, she
tasted the best of whatever she was cooking until she was satisfied,
and said, the cook must know what the food is like.
It came to pass that the master one day said to her, Gretel,
there is a guest coming this evening. Prepare me two fowls very
daintily. I will see to it, master, answered Gretel. She killed two
fowls, scalded them, plucked them, put them on the spit, and towards
evening set them before the fire, that they might roast. The fowls
began to turn brown, and were nearly ready, but the guest had not
yet arrived. Then Gretel called out to her master, if the guest does
not come, I must take the fowls away from the fire, but it will be a
sin and a shame if they are not eaten the moment they are at their
juiciest.
The master said, I will run myself, and fetch the guest. When the
master had turned his back, Gretel laid the spit with the fowls on
one side, and thought, standing so long by the fire there, makes one
sweat and thirsty. Who knows when they will come. Meanwhile, I will
run into the cellar, and take a drink. She ran down, set a jug,
said, God bless it for you, Gretel, and took a good drink, and
thought that wine should flow on, and should not be interrupted, and
took yet another hearty draught.
Then she went and put the fowls down again to the fire, basted
them, and drove the spit merrily round. But as the roast meat smelt
so good, Gretel thought, something must be wrong, it ought to be
tasted. She touched it with her finger, and said, ah, how good fowls
are. It certainly is a sin and a shame that they are not eaten at
the right time. |