Five Fabulous Feasts in Children’s Literature: Feast and Friendship

Who can forget two young girls who pretend they are prisoners in the Bastille to ward off the freezing cold and hunger; the first sail on the river that leads to a lifelong friendship, all the animals in the barn working together to protect a spider, a secret community of animals defeating the gun-toting villainous farmers, or a young boy who spent his whole childhood being neglected having friends, food and a whole new magical world thrust upon him in the same day? Here are five of our favourite feasts and friendships in children’s literature.

A Little Princess: The Magic Feast

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Who can forget the absolute joy when Sara and Becky discover an unexpected feast in Sara’s room in the middle of the night after being starved by Miss Minchin for two days?

“Imagine, if you can, what the rest of the evening was like. How they crouched by the fire which blazed and leaped and made so much of itself in the little grate. How they removed the covers of the dishes, and found rich, hot, savory soup, which was a meal in itself, and sandwiches and toast and muffins enough for both of them. The mug from the washstand was used as Becky’s tea cup, and the tea was so delicious that it was not necessary to pretend that it was anything but tea. They were warm and full-fed and happy, and it was just like Sara that, having found her strange good fortune real, she should give herself up to the enjoyment of it to the utmost. She had lived such a life of imaginings that she was quite equal to accepting any wonderful thing that happened, and almost to cease, in a short time, to find it bewildering.”

Wind in the Willows: Ratty and Mole’s Picnic

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The start of a beautiful friendship…

“What’s inside it?” asked the Mole, wriggling with curiosity.

“There’s cold chicken inside it,” replied the Rat briefly;
“coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinssaladfrenchrolls-
cresssandwichespottedmeatgingerbeerlemonadesodawater—’

“O stop, stop,’ cried the Mole in ecstacies: “This is too much!”

“Do you really think so?’ enquired the Rat seriously. “It’s only what I always take on these little excursions; and the other animals are always telling me that I’m a mean beast and cut it very fine!

Charlotte’s Web: Wilbur’s lunch – after the egg incident

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After a rather frightening afternoon where Charlotte was almost captured, Wilbur tucks into his hearty lunch…

“It was a delicious meal – skim milk, wheat middlings, leftover pancakes, half a doughnut, the rind of a summer squash, two pieces of stale toast, a third of a gingersnap, a fish tail, one orange peel, several noodles from a noodle soup, the scum off a cup of cocoa, an ancient jelly roll, a strip of paper from the lining of the garbage pail, and a spoonful of raspberry jello.

Wilbur ate heartily. He planned to leave half a noodle and a few drops of milk for Templeton. Then he remembered that the rat had been useful in saving Charlotte’s life, and that Charlotte was trying to save his life. So he left a whole noodle, instead of a half.”

Fantastic Mr. Fox: The Victory Feast

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The beginnings of an underground Utopia…

“”This delicious meal…” [Mr Fox] began, then he stopped. In the silence that followed, he belched. There was laughter and more clapping. “This delicious meal, my friends,” he went on, “is by courtesy of Messrs Boggis, Bunce and Bean.” (More cheering and laughter.) “And I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have.”

“But now, my friends, let us be serious,” said Mr Fox. “Let us think of tomorrow and the next day and the days after that. If we go out, we will be killed. Right?”

“Right!” they shouted.

“They’ll shoot us before we’ve gone a yard,” said Badger.

“Exactly” said Mr Fox. “But who wants to go out, anyway; let me ask you that? We are all diggers, every one of us. We hate the outside. The outside is full of enemies. We only go out because we have to, to get food for our families. But now, my friends, the situation has changed. We have a safe tunnel leading to three of the finest stores in the world!”

“We do indeed!” said Badger. “I’ve seen them!”

“And you know what this means?” said Mr Fox. “It means that we don’t ever need to go out into the open again!”

There was a buzz of excitement around the table.

“I therefore invite you all,” Mr Fox went on, “to stay here with me for ever.”

“For ever!” they cried. “My goodness! How marvelous!” And Rabbit said to Mrs Rabbit, “My dear, just think! They are never going to shoot at us again!”

“We will make,” said Mr Fox, “a little underground village, with streets and houses on each side with houses for Badgers and Moles and Rabbits and Weasels and Foxes. And every day I will go shopping for you all. And every day we will eat like kings.”

The cheering that followed this speech went on for many minutes.”

Harry’s First Hogwart’s Feast

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The end to a perfect day. For the first time in his life, Harry gets to eat whatever he likes and as much of it as he can.

“Mad?’ said Percy airily. ‘He’s a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?’

Harry’s mouth fell open. The dishes in front of him were now piled with food. He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, chips, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup and, for some strange reason, mint humbugs.”

 

 

 

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About The Author

Olga Hughes is currently pre-occupied with fairy tales, fantasy, misanthropy, medieval history and the long eighteenth century. She has a Bachelor of Fine Art from the Victorian College of the Arts and is currently majoring in Literature and History at Deakin. She has contributed to websites such as History behind Game of Thrones, The Anne Boleyn Files and The Tudor Society.

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  1. Underdogge

    Many years ago I worked with a lady whose husband moved around a lot with his job so they decided to send the children to boarding school so they had stability. She felt her younger lad was in for a disappointment when he went because he was expecting it to be like the Jennings books with midnight feasts. Having said that, my school had a boarding department and one girl did sneak out to get some “tuck” from one of the local chip shops (I’m talking about the UK).

    I can only recall reading the “Wind in the Willows” feast. I don’t think I ever read “A Little Princess” though I did enjoy seeing an adaptation of it on TV.

    I can’t find it at the moment, but there is a parody of the Famous Five from, I think, the 1980s where the Five roll up at a farm demanding “eats” and the farmer tells them in no uncertain words to get lost the message being that he’s not going to feed toff kids for free – though I forget the exact wording.

    I suppose when certain of the books referred in the article were written there would be a section of society (well maybe more so than today – there is still an underclass) that would find difficulty getting square meals so perhaps even reading about a feast would be a treat. When I was “temping” I worked for a few months for a housing trust where the staff used to be given a (small) cake on a Friday – it was originally a loaf of bread (going back to Victorian/Edwardian times). However, it was a nice gesture I think and showed that the man who started the trust back in the day wanted his staff to at least have a loaf of bread.

    In the UK it is the time of year when one should be able to have a picnic – even if it consisted of a few sandwiches eaten in the garden – but the weather is cold for the time of year so I won’t be doing so today at least.

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    • Olga Hughes

      A Little a Princess is really underrated, I think it tackles a lot more interesting issues than Secret a Garden or Fauntleroy.

      That is a really nice tradition!

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