In conclusion, she breakfasts en Papillote-wears her shoes down at heel-calls every officer of the regiment by his name -has a great taste for increasing his majesty's lieges, and delights in London porter.
"The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, Complete"
Charles James Lever (1806-1872)
What with fillets of roses and fillets of veal, Things garni with lace, and things garni with eel, One's hair and one's cutlets both en Papillote, And a thousand more things I shall ne'er have by rote.
"A Poetical Cook-Book"
Maria J. Moss
Suffice it to say that the partridge wings were served en Papillote, and the grey squirrels stewed in madeira.
"The Physiology of Taste"
Brillat Savarin