"'A barmecide feast, sir, I am afraid,' said Jack.
"'Not at all, sir,' said Martin. 'There is nothing I prefer to ...' He hesitated, trying to find a name for salt beef, eighteen months in the cask, partly de-salted, cut up very small and fried with crushed ship's biscuits and a great deal of pepper: '... to a fricassee.'" --Patrick O'Brian, The Nutmeg of Consolation, 262
"'A barmecide feast, sir, I am afraid,' said Jack.
"'Not at all, sir,' said Martin. 'There is nothing I prefer to ...' He hesitated, trying to find a name for salt beef, eighteen months in the cask, partly de-salted, cut up very small and fried with crushed ship's biscuits and a great deal of pepper: '... to a fricassee.'"
--Patrick O'Brian, The Nutmeg of Consolation, 262