Medieval Cuisine

The type of food available to people in medieval times depended largely upon their social class. Nobles had access to foreign foods, spices and meats while the poor only had what was readily available to them, such as cereal grains, barley, oat and rye. Curing, transportation and the upkeep of meat made it an expensive commodity. 

Religion was also a large influence on the consumption of food in medieval times. Catholics and Christians sometimes had to go several months without eating meat, with the exception of fish. These fasts were not to cleans the body of food or to say that a certain food was bad, but more so to show constraint. In medieval Europe, two meals a day was the social norm. It was also a social status because the nobility could afford not to eat a third meal, due to the lack of manual labor. Breakfast was looked down on and considered a meal for the weak and elderly.  It was considered immoral to break a fast to early. Meals were often eaten as a group or family, even the servants would join.  Eating by one’s self was looked down upon.  

Etiquette was very different for the rich. Cleanliness was emphasized  by the  use of hand towels before meals. Women weren’t even allowed to participate in large feast because of the stringent views that they were to be neat and delicate at all times. Women had to seclude themselves to private quarters during these times.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medieval_cuisine

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I became a decent writer after 7th grade. The school year had just ended and the neighborhood kids and I were out and about throwing a football around. We weren’t reckless hooligans at the time, however we weren’t particularly careful either. The last football throw I had made that summer had been my longest, tightest spiral to date, but also my least accurate as I watched it soar and smash into the manager’s house window.  That was my first and last day of summer vacation that year. My step-dad grounded me for the entirety of summer break,  not even granting me freedom for my birthday in the dead middle of summer. Days became weeks as I sat on my bed, not a thing to do. T.v., games and even the other parts of the house became off limits to me. When the boredom became too great, I finally picked up one of the books from my library called “Goosebumps”. From that day forth I became an avid reader. I read for pure enjoyment. As one would expect, as my reading skills improved, so did my writing. I had teachers doubting the authenticity of my work, believing it to be plagiarized or written by others. In the end, I am thankful for that summer, for if not for that period of solitary confinement, I may have never learned of the joys of getting lost in a book.