midday
I have a great deal of meat stored in three pure-white drifts of snow . In fact I have something even better : eight fat cheeses of reindeer milk , to eat with butter and crisp-bread . While the pot is boiling I lie down , and gaze at the fire till I fall asleep . I take my midday nap before my meal . And when I waken , the food is cooked , filling the hut with an aroma of meat and resin . Madame darts back and forth across the floor and at length gets her share . I eat , and light my cutty-pipe .