• Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • n Manchet Fine white bread; a loaf of fine bread.
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Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
    • n manchet A small loaf or roll of the finest white bread; bread made from the finest and whitest wheaten flour.
    • n manchet In heraldry, the representation of a found cake, as a bread, resembling a muffin.
    • manchet Used in making manchets (said of flour); also, made of the finest flour.
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • n Manchet man′chet (Tenn.) a small loaf or cake of fine white bread.
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
Ety. dub.


In literature:

Give me a manchet for them, Master Cook, and let not the proceedings in the kitchen be stayed for my presence.
"Windsor Castle" by William Harrison Ainsworth
Their fast was broken by a glass of wine, a manchet of bread, and fruit soon after rising.
"A Knight of the White Cross" by G.A. Henty
The manchet was sometimes thought to be sufficient without butter, as we now eat a scone.
"Old Cookery Books and Ancient Cuisine" by William Carew Hazlitt
Ask the baker for a Manchet.
"The Closet of Sir Kenelm Digby Knight Opened" by Kenelm Digby
She disregarded every costly cover that cometh to the table, and taketh little but manchet and succory pottage.
"Memoirs of the Court of Queen Elizabeth" by Lucy Aikin
But there, my manchets will be burnt to crusts.
"Standish of Standish" by Jane G. Austin
If green, Juyce of Spinage stamped with manchet, and strained with some of the broth, and give it a warm.
"The accomplisht cook" by Robert May
A manchet was a cake of the best bread.
"The King's Daughters" by Emily Sarah Holt
Doucebelle returned at this point, followed by Levina, who carried a plate of manchet-bread and a bowl of milk.
"Earl Hubert's Daughter" by Emily Sarah Holt
Bake them in an oven as hot as for manchet, and stop it up close.
"The Lady's Own Cookery Book, and New Dinner-Table Directory;" by Charlotte Campbell Bury

In poetry:

The canellas burn their soffioni,
The blobs let through the deans,
The young manchet feels his podleys
And wonders what's to pay.
"Falcons" by Raymond Queneau