#meat liquid

[lardr]

Like the flowers on a grave bearing the mother of a sentimental hoodlum, Keith's bouquet leaned and loitered in its bowl on the round table. Nicola always beheld these flowers with disbelief. The colours spoke to her of custard, of blancmange — a leaden meat tea served on pastel plates, the desiccation of a proletarian wake for some tyrant grandad, or some pub parrot of a granny, mad these thirty years.

M. Amis, London Fields (elsewhere, Keith smells as if he'd eaten a "mustard-coated camel")

[lardr]

[S]he tried to beef me up with stuff like Parrish's Chemical Food, a fearful reddish liquid which was supposed to turn your teeth black unless you bypassed them by sucking it through a straw. More directly, she would sit opposite me at the dinner-table pushing forkful after forkful into my mouth, not an ideal way of encouraging the appetite -- for solids, that is. Here again I feel I can spot a contributory cause of later developments.

Amis, in the Zachary Leader biography.

More gobbets over the next few pages, e.g.: "[the badly hungover Jim] darted back to the sideboard, picked up a slippery fried egg and slid it into his mouth whole. . . . Chewing violently, he doubled up a piece of bacon and crammed it between his teeth, then signalled he was ready to move. Intimations of nausea circled round his digestive system." Leader notes that the bacon is "vermilion"-colored later.)