Three fat mice, a fine fat mole, seven fat minnows, six fat beetles (each wrapped in a dock-leaf, fastened with a pine-needle pin), wild honey and a new-laid egg.
Erik Larson may not be familiar to you. I think he is better known in America. At my Thanksgiving picnic-on-a-park-bench that should have been captured by Georges Seurat, my friend the Manhattan banker gave me a present from her sister who serendipitously called in on FaceTime from Boston.