{"id":2775,"date":"2016-06-02T14:30:02","date_gmt":"2016-06-02T14:30:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2775"},"modified":"2016-06-02T14:30:02","modified_gmt":"2016-06-02T14:30:02","slug":"suppers-swapped-of-peasent-and-king","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/suppers-swapped-of-peasent-and-king\/","title":{"rendered":"Suppers Swapped Of Peasent and King"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Time in time wonder shall show<br \/>\nA wonderous time the world will know<br \/>\nThe peasent and his humble fare<br \/>\nShall at the table of kings be celebrated there<br \/>\nAt the time of these wonderous things<br \/>\nWe shall see peasents eat like kings!<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The peasent in Occotia ate garlic potatoes and other common foods that are now celebrated as gastronomic delights. Ordinary folk see as a common dish &#8216;Chicken a la King&#8217; which was originally a dish prepared for the King of England&#8230; <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/1464877226055.jpg\" alt=\"The peasent\" width=\"2048\" height=\"2048\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-2776\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/1464877226055.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/1464877226055-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/1464877226055-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/1464877226055-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/1464877226055-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/1464877226055-700x700.jpg 700w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/1464877226055-332x332.jpg 332w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/1464877226055-432x432.jpg 432w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/1464877226055-268x268.jpg 268w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 2048px) 100vw, 2048px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Time in time wonder shall show A wonderous time the world will know The peasent and his humble fare Shall at the table of kings be celebrated there At the time of these wonderous things We shall see peasents eat like kings! 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