I recommenced my plaints and my imprecations. But this time Madame Trepof only burst out laughing. "Why do you laugh?" I asked her. "Because I am a wicked woman," she answered. And she fled away, leaving me all disheartened on my stone. Paris, December 8, 1859. My unpacked trunks still encumbered the hall. I was seated at a tabled covered with all those good things which the land of France produces for the delectation of gourmets.英文原著 · 《The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard》
Maitre Guillot knew what he was about, however. He did not use, he said, to wipe his nose with a herring! and on that day he was going to cook a dinner fit for the Pope after Lent, or even for the Reverend Father De Berey himself, who was the truest gourmet and the best trencherman in New France.英文原著 · 《The Golden Dog》
Let's have a look around. There's three bedrooms, a gourmet kitchen... for what it's worth.美剧 · 《Desperate Housewives》