Hot bread, honey, butter and blackberry preserves

This chapter is probably the beginning of many readers' dislike of Catelyn. She spends much of it acting irrationally, and it's easy for a reader to judge. But it's a pretty accurate portrayal of her character, and how she embodies House Tully's words. Until her death she's standing by her family; after it, her personality is distilled to a warped form of duty - her obsession with taking revenge for the family she believes to be all lost.

We can already see Littlefinger's machinations in effect here - Catelyn, having been primed with Lysa's accusation against the Lannisters (not to mention the pre-existing mistrust between their houses) immediately assumes they must be responsible for Bran's fall. Her landing on Jaime as a suspect is halfway between being a sharp assessment of available facts, and a lucky guess, thanks to the suspicions that have already been planted - if it weren't for Lysa's letter, would she have been so ready to put the blame on a Lannister?

It all demonstrates how easy Littlefinger's goals are to accomplish, in some ways. He doesn't need to engineer an incident to set in motion the events that will lead to a civil war - he just needs to spread mistrust and enmity however possible, and dumb luck does the rest. This is assuming, of course, that he didn't directly influence Joffrey to send the assassin, which (IIRC) isn't confirmed. At any rate, the fact that his M.O. is to create disorder makes him one of the most dangerous characters in the story - even Varys, his archrival, has a much more precarious position, both in his foreign origin and lack of a title and house that has his back, and in that his plans (whatever they might be) are much more elaborate and can be upset by one of Littlefinger's Joker-like moves.

The biggest thing that bugs me about this chapter is that it highlights how little sense it makes for Robert's entourage to take the lengthy Kingsroad journey up to Winterfell, while Catelyn plans to take a boat and beat them to King's Landing. Are there no fleets capable of holding Robert and his party? Obviously in this case, characters are moving at the speed the plot requires them to, but just like the mushy sense of distances that crops up more than once in GRRM's writing, this detracts somewhat from the ability to suspend belief. My belief, anyway.

The title of this post is because I couldn't think of a better one, and I was hungry. So the paragraph describing her meal became the chapter's most memorable feature...