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Epic Cooking: The Perfect Cook

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The Tribune had precious little time to prepare the feast. The army arrived in Soplicowo in the evening and the ceremonial dinner was to take place in the afternoon of the next day. Such a feat would have been impossible in real life, but in the poem it's barely an inconvenience. Anyway, the kitchen was bustling with work all night and all day. How was this work organised?
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|<poem>"<i>Among the smoke's coils, like a white mother-dove,
The white cap of the head-chef flashed, gleaming, above.</i>"<ref>A. Mickiewicz, ''op. cit.'', Book XI, verses 407–408</ref>