5/21/2023 0 Comments Socks for Supper by Jack Kent![]() I loved the crusty drawings of Mickey in Maurice Sendak’s “In the Night Kitchen,” though I didn’t understand what kind of batter they were putting milk into or what “morning cake” was. Like “Socks for Supper” by Jack Kent, which is a blunted “Gift of the Magi”-type tale about a poor couple who eat only turnips. The books I loved best usually had something to do with food. Monty mouse (either taxidermied or trained) looks downright greasy, but still, a deep happiness stirs at the sight of that roller skate heaving with buns. Looking at them now, they fall in the so-crap-they’re-great variety. The photos were spellbinding: the porridge sticky, the iced cakes pink and white and sugary, the mouse cute. After startling a puppy dog eating porridge, Monty catapults into the sugar bowl on a table laid for tea and loads up a roller skate with doughnuts and iced buns before narrowly evading a woman wielding a broom. Monty is a naughty mouse who goes seeking adventure. ![]() Slowly, with some inside-out search terms and some emails to my brother I rediscovered “Monty Mouse Looks for Adventure,” by Esta de Fossard. (There are so many rodents in children’s books! Nocturnal, squirmy - it makes sense.) Anyway, about a rodent, and about cakes and icing, illustrated with color photographs. ![]() ![]() I remembered vaguely one book I loved, about a rodent. ![]()
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