February 24, 2025

"Occasionally [Balzac] took a boiled egg at about nine o’clock in the morning or sardines mashed with butter if he was hungry; then a chicken wing or a slice of roast lamb..."

"... in the evening, and he ended his meal with a cup or two of excellent black coffee without sugar."

That was while writing a book. When he was done, “he sped to a restaurant, downed a hundred oysters as a starter, washing them down with four bottles of white wine, then ordered the rest of the meal: twelve salt meadow lamb cutlets with no sauce, a duckling with turnips, a brace of roast partridge, a Normandy sole, not to mention extravagances like dessert and special fruit such as Comice pears, which he ate by the dozen. Once sated, he usually sent the bill to his publishers.”

From "A Hungry Little Boy/Pears had a special appeal for Balzac; he often kept bushels of them at home and could eat as many as forty or fifty in a day (one February he had 1,500 pears in his cellar)" (NYRB).

15 comments:

Kate said...

The French "dislike the smell of cooking". How odd, and yet I'm sympathetic. Garlic and fat and heated metal -- it's unpleasant. We anticipate how delicious something will taste and overlook the acrid offense of the moment beforehand.

Amexpat said...

Dylan on Balzac:
"Balzac was pretty funny. His philosophy is plain and simple, says basically that pure materialism is a recipe for madness. The only true knowledge for Balzac seems to be in superstition. Everything is subject to analysis. Horde your energy. That’s the secret of life. You can learn a lot from Mr. B. It’s funny to have him as a companion. He wears a monk’s robe and drinks endless cups of coffee. Too much sleep clogs up his mind. One of his teeth falls out, and he says, “What does this mean?” He questions everything. His clothes catch fire on a candle. He wonders if fire is a good sign. Balzac is hilarious."

Jaq said...

Sounds like a guy I read about in a book describing his dinner with André the Giant. The book was about the making of A Princess Bride, BTW.

typingtalker said...

“ ... he sped to a restaurant, downed a hundred oysters as a starter ...

Copilot tells us, "Oysters can vary quite a bit in weight depending on their species and age. On average, a market-sized oyster weighs between 50 to 100 grams (1.76 to 3.5 ounces)."

That converts to between 5.5 and 11 pounds -- a remarkable feat, especially so in the days before flush toilets.

gadfly said...

[Balzac's] death has been attributed to caffeine poisoning. Certainly he took coffee seriously and spent much effort looking around Paris for the three different beans he needed for his special blend. And he no longer boiled coffee as they did in the provinces; he had an elaborate filter pot to prepare it. Almost nobody dies from cafffiene toxicity - 15 people per year average,

rehajm said...

If you take the Island Creek Oyster Tour in Duxbury, after you tour the lab facility they take you on a boat into the harbor to see the oyster beds. While on the boat they feed you as many oysters as you can handle. I don’t recall my exact number but it was somewhere around 75. I could have kept going but they warned me about ingesting too much sea water. I was fine…

rehajm said...

…I cheated and didn’t eat the shells

Old and slow said...

So sort of an epicurean Ignatius J Reilly then?

Wilbur said...

Balzac's alleged post-book meal is a prime example of Don't Believe Everything You Read.

Tom T. said...

At least he was getting some fruit.

Rocco said...

typingtalker said...
That converts to between 5.5 and 11 pounds -- a remarkable feat, especially so in the days before flush toilets.

I’m not seeing a lot of fiber in that diet, either.

Tom T. said...

One time in high school French class, I was called upon to say, "Show me the house where Balzac was born." To be a wise guy, instead I said "... where Balzac is naked." Nu instead of né. The teacher laughed and said "you would not like to see that; he was a great, fat man."

boatbuilder said...

That scene in "The Meaning of Life" comes to mind.

Amexpat said...

That converts to between 5.5 and 11 pounds -- a remarkable feat, especially so in the days before flush toilets.

Since oysters consist of up to 90% water, a Parisian pissoir should suffice.

Roger Sweeny said...

So much for starving artists.

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