As though he were performing a liturgical ceremony, the _chef_ would go around delivering half a lemon to each one of those seated at the table.

The rice should only be eaten after moistening it with this perfumed dew which called to mind the image of an oriental garden.

Only the unfortunate beings who lived inland were ignorant of this exquisite confection, calling any mess of rice a Valencian rice dish.
Ulysses would humor the cook's notions, carrying the first spoonful to his mouth with a questioning glance....

Then he would smile, giving himself up to gastric intoxication.

"Magnificent, Uncle Caragol!" His good humor made him affirm that only the gods should be nourished with rice _abanda_ in their abodes on Mount Olympus.