"I made roast swan and boiled peacock. Later I'll make apples out of pork too. Draco is helping me watch the fire," Narcissa said, delighted that Morgan le Fay had called her by her nickname.
"Apples made of pork?" Morgan le Fay asked in puzzlement.
"You mince the pork, add egg whites, shape it into meatballs, boil them first and then roast them, then use egg yolk or saffron to imitate the golden surface of citrus. Some people use flour and herb juice to mold a green outer shell, then brush it with hazel-leaf juice and egg yolk, and it becomes a glittering 'apple.'" Thinking of the other woman's son's preferences and the earlier misunderstanding, Narcissa did her best to explain further without making it too obvious. "Oh, Morgana... you must know how madly Muggles of that era were obsessed with spices. Pepper, almonds, cumin, saffron... juicy citrus, bright lemons, fragrant orange blossoms... all of them were ingredients United Kingdom chefs praised to the skies. In that era, when spices were as precious as gold to Muggles, the ancient Muggles of United Kingdom pursued a higher level of food culture than modern Muggles do."
"Muggle delicacies of that time were not only intricate and delicious, they were also a way of flaunting wealth. The most popular spice then was saffron, first because it was expensive, and second because it was beautiful. Just a tiny pinch could dye an entire pot a blazing gold. Speaking of which, my family's Ancestor, like many wizards, made a great fortune using Apparition to transport these spices..." Lucius spoke as if casually, turning the information he had hastily crammed into memory into reminiscence, to prove his attitude toward Muggles. "As far as I can see, those questioning Allen's current approach are nothing but people ignorant