Blood Meridian

by Cormac McCarthy

"Mescal?
Suit everybody?
Trot it out, said Bathcat.
The barman poured the measures from a clay jar into three dented tin cups and pushed them forward with care like counters on a board."
pg. 101

"...and they crossed another plaza where boys were selling grapes and figs from little trundlecarts." pg.30

"Glanton ordered a goat killed and this was done in the corral while the horses shied and trembled and in the flaring light of the fires the men squatted and roasted the meat and ate it with knives and wiped their fingers in their hair and turned in to sleep upon the beaten clay."
pg. 88 

"By now the table was fully commenced and their was a tandem run of dishes, fish and fowl and beef and wild meats of the countryside and a roast shoat on a platter and casseroles of savories and trifles and glaces and bottles of wine and brandy from the vineyards at El Paso." pg. 169 

"...and they were served bowls of beans and of coffee and a cornmeal porridge in which sat little chunks of raw brown peloncillo sugar." 
pg. 221

"Women ran alongside the horses to touch their boots and presents of every kind were pressed upon them until each man rode with an embarrassment of melons and pastries and trussed chickens gathered in the bow of his saddle." pg. 172

"A woman brought them bowls of beans and charred tortillas on a plate of unfired clay." pg.71

"Scribes crouched by the steps with their quills and inkpots and bowls of sand and lepers moaning through the streets and naked dogs that seemed composed of bone entirely and vendors of tamales and old women with faces dark and harrowed as the land squatting in the gutters over charcoal fires where blackened strips of anonymous meat sizzled and spat." pg.73

"He stirred about in the corner and came up with an old dark brass kettle, lifted the cover and poked inside with one finger. The remains of one of the lank prairie hares interred in cold grease and furred with a light blue mold. He clamped the lid back on the kettle and set it in the flame. Aint much but we'll go shares, he said." pg. 18 

"They fetched them a stew of lizards and pocketmice hot in clay bowls and a sort of pinole made from dried and pounded grasshoppers and they crouched about and watched them with great solemnity as they ate." pg. 301