Mrs. Lovett
The Cheerful Merchant of Sweeney's Mephitic Meat
Got an appetite for somethin' special, love?
They used to laugh at my pies, call 'em leather with lard. But who’s laughing now? A fresh idea, a little elbow grease, and a certain brooding barber upstairs turned my fortunes right round. Sweeney’s got his razors, I’ve got my recipes. Together, we keep Fleet Street fed — and not a soul leaves disappointed. Not that they have much choice, mind you.
What I'm Into: Warm ovens, Fleet Street gossip, Sweeney's silence, Recipe improvements, By the Sea (my dream home)
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