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DISHES & BEVERAGES OF THE OLD SOUTH

by

Martha McCulloch-Williams

Author of "Field Farings," "Two of a Trade," "Milre," "Next to the
Ground," etc.

Decorations by Russel Crofoot







[Illustration]


New York
McBride Nast & Company
1913

Copyright, 1913, by
Mcbride, Nast & Co.

Published, October, 1913




CONTENTS

                                                    PAGE

    GRACE BEFORE MEAT                                  9

    THE STAFF OF LIFE                                 26

    SAVING YOUR BACON                                 39

    HAMS AND OTHER HAMS                               59

    FOR THIRSTY SOULS                                 72

    PASTE, PIES, PUDDINGS                             90

    CREOLE COOKERY                                   118

    CAKES, GREAT AND SMALL                           136

    MEAT, POULTRY, GAME, EGGS                        158

    SOUPS, SALADS, RELISHES                          185

    VEGETABLES, FRUIT DESSERTS, SANDWICHES           202

    PICKLES, PRESERVES, COFFEE, TEA, CHOCOLATE       220

    WHEN THE ORCHARDS "HIT"                          239

    UPON OCCASIONS                                   257

    SOAP AND CANDLES                                 292




Dishes & Beverages

of the

Old South




[Illustration: _Grace before Meat_]


"Let me cook the dinners of a nation, and I shall not care who makes its
laws." Women, if they did but know it, might well thus paraphrase a
famous saying. Proper dinners mean so much--good blood, good health,
good judgment, good conduct. The fact makes tragic a truth too little
regarded; namely, that while bad cooking can ruin the very best of raw
foodstuffs, all the arts of all the cooks in the world can do no more
than palliate things stale, flat and unprofitable. To buy such things is
waste, instead of economy. Food must satisfy the palate else it will
never truly satisfy the stomach. An unsatisfied stomach, or one
overworked by having to wrestle with food which has bulk out of all
proportion to flavor, too often makes its vengeful protest in dyspepsia.
It is said underdone mutton cost Napoleon the battle of Leipsic, and
eventually his crown. I wonder, now and then, if the prevalence of
divorce has any connection with the decline of home cooking?

A far cry, and heretical, do you say, gentle reader? Not so far after
all--these be sociologic days. I am but leading up to the theory with
facts behind it, that it was through being the best fed people in the
world, we of the South Country were able to put up the best fight in
history, and after the ravages and ruin of civil war, come again to our
own. We might have been utterly crushed but for our proud and pampered
stomachs, which in turn gave the bone, brain and brawn for the conquests
of peace. So here's to our Mammys--God bless them! God rest them! This
imperfect chronicle of the nurture wherewith they fed us is inscribed
with love to their memory.

Almost my earliest memory is of Mammy's kitchen. Permission to loiter
there was a Reward of Merit--a sort of domestic Victoria Cross. If, when
company came to spend the day, I made my manners prettily, I might see
all the delightful hurley-burley of dinner-cooking. My seat was the
biscuit block, a section of tree-trunk at least three feet across, and
waist-high. Mammy set me upon it, but first covered it with her clean
apron--it was almost the only use she ever made of the apron. The block
stood well out of the way--next the meal barrel in the corner behind the
door, and hard by the Short Shelf, sacred to cake and piemaking, as the
Long Shelf beneath the window was given over to the three water
buckets--cedar with brass hoops always shining like gold--the piggin,
also of cedar, the corn-bread tray, and the cup-noggin. Above, the log
wall bristled with knives of varying edge, stuck in the cracks; with
nails whereon hung flesh-forks, spoons, ladles, skimmers. These were for
the most part hand-wrought, by the local blacksmith. The forks in
particular were of a classic grace--so much so that when, in looking
through my big sister's mythology I came upon a picture of Neptune with
his trident, I called it his flesh-fork, and asked if he were about to
take up meat with it, from the waves boiling about his feet.

The kitchen proper would give Domestic Science heart failure, yet it
must have been altogether sanitary. Nothing about it was tight enough to
harbor a self-respecting germ. It was the rise of twenty feet square,
built stoutly of hewn logs, with a sharply pitched board roof, a movable
loft, a plank floor boasting inch-wide cracks, a door, two windows and a
fireplace that took up a full half of one end. In front of the fireplace
stretched a rough stone hearth, a yard in depth. Sundry and several
cranes swung against the chimney-breast. When fully in commission they
held pots enough to cook for a regiment. The pots themselves, of cast
iron, with close-fitting tops, ran from two to ten gallons in capacity,
had rounded bottoms with three pertly outstanding legs, and ears either
side for the iron pot-hooks, which varied in size even as did the pots
themselves.

Additionally there were ovens, deep and shallow, spiders, skillets, a
couple of tea-kettles, a stew kettle, a broiler with a long
spider-legged trivet to rest on, a hoe-baker, a biscuit-baker, and
waffle-irons with legs like tongs. Each piece of hollow ware had its
lid, with eye on top for lifting off with the hooks. Live coals, spread
on hearth and lids, did the cooking. To furnish them there was a wrought
iron shovel, so big and heavy nobody but Mammy herself could wield it
properly. Emptied vessels were turned upside down on the floor under the
Long Shelf--grease kept away rust. But before one was used it had to be
scoured with soap and sand rock, rinsed and scalded. Periodically every
piece was burned out--turned upside down over a roaring fire and left
there until red hot, then slowly cooled. This burning out left a fine
smooth surface after scouring. Cast iron, being in a degree porous,
necessarily took up traces of food when it had been used for cooking a
month or so.

Ah me! What savors, what flavors came out of the pots! Years on years I
was laughed at for maintaining that no range ever turned out things to
equal open-hearth cookery. But it took paper bags to prove beyond cavil
the truth of my contention. Even paper-bagging does not quite match the
open-hearth process, though there is the same secret of superiority,
namely, cooking things in their own essence by the agency of hot air.
The sealed and loaded bag needs must be laid on a grate-shelf in a hot
oven--touch of solid hot iron is fatal to it.

Iron vessels set above smoothly spread coals got hot, but not
red-hot--red heat belonged to the lids. They were swung over the fire
and heated before setting them in place--then the blanket of coals and
embers held in heat which, radiating downward, made the cooking even.
Scorching of course was possible unless the cook knew her business, and
minded it well. Our Mammys not only knew their business but loved
it--often with a devotion that raised it to the rank of Art. Add the
palate of a _gourmet_ born, a free hand at the fat, the sweet, strong
waters and high flavors--what wonder it is to envy those of us they fed!

My individual Mammy was in figure an oblate spheroid--she stood five
feet, one inch high, weighed two hundred and fifty pounds, had a head so
flat buckets sat on it as of right, was as light on her feet, in number
twelve shoes, as the slimmest of her children and foster children, could
shame the best man on the place at lifting with the hand-stick, or chop
him to a standstill--if her axe exactly suited her. She loved her work,
her mistress, her children black and white--even me, though I was
something of a trial--her garden and her God. All these she served
fondly, faithfully, with rare good humor and the nicest judgment. Fall
soft upon her, rain and snow! Sunshine and green grass, make happy
always the <DW72> where she rests!

She put on a clean white frock every morning--by breakfast time it was
a sickly gray along the front--the thick of the dinner-battle was writ
large on it in black smudges. She herself explained: "I ain't sech er
dirty 'ooman--hit's dest I'se so big, dirt ketches me comin' and gwine."
Air and more air she would have, regardless of weather. The big
board-window had its shutter up all day long--the glass window was a
vexation, since it opened only halfway. By way of evening things,
daubing and chinking got knocked out of at least half the cracks between
the wall logs as sure as Easter came--not to be replaced until the week
before Christmas. I doubt if they would have been put back even then,
but that Mammy dreaded criticism, from maids and carriage drivers
visiting kinfolk brought with them. Big yawning cracks in cold weather
were in a way the hall-mark of poor-white cabins. It would have half
broken Mammy's heart to give anybody room to say she belonged to less
than real quality.

She was autocratic; a benevolent despot; withal severe. If I displeased
her by meddling, putting small grimy fingers into pies they should not
touch, she set me to shelling black-eyed peas--a task my soul loathed,
likewise the meddlesome fingers--still I knew better than to sulk or
whine over it. For that I would have been sent back into the house. The
kitchen stood thirty yards away from the back door, with a branchy oak
in front of it, and another, even branchier, shading the log foot-way
between. The house offered only grown-up talk, which rarely interested
me. In the kitchen I caught scraps of Brer Rabbit's history, pithily
applied, other scraps of song--Mammy always "gave out" the words to
herself before singing them--proverbs and sayings such as "Cow want her
tail agin in fly-time" applied to an ingrate, or: "Dat's er high kick
fer er low horse," by way of setting properly in place a pretender.

Best of all, I got the latest news of the countryside for ten miles
around. Wireless has little on the way things ran about among the
plantations. It was a point of honor among the black men to have wives
or sweethearts away from home. This meant running about
nightly--consequently cross-currents of gossip lively enough to make the
yellowest journal turn green with envy. Mammy was a trifle apologetic
over having a husband no further off than the next neighbor's. To make
up for it, however, the husbands who came to his house lived from three
to five miles away--and one of them worked at the mill, hence was a
veritable human chronicle. Thus Mammy was able to hold her head up with
Susan, her sister, who milked and washed.

Susan might have been called a widow of degrees--she had had three
husbands, but only two were living. The last parting was always
threatening to end in meeting over again--still that did not hinder her
cabin from being the rendezvous of all the likeliest fellows within easy
walking range. Naturally she had things to tell--worth hearing whether
or no they were true. So also had Phoebe, who was a sort of scullion,
fetching in wood and water, gathering vegetables, picking chickens,
scouring all things from the big pot to the floor. Shelves were scoured
daily, the floor three times a week. This had to be a matter of faith
after an hour or so--it certainly did not look it. Sweeping, done three
times a day, was largely a matter of form. Phoebe went conscientiously
over the uncluttered spaces, and even reached the nose of her broom
between pots and ovens, but only coarse trash gathered before the
broom--all the rest went through the cracks.

Mammy said Phoebe's news could be believed. "De gal don't know no mo'n
ter tell dest whut she done heard." She truly was slow-witted and
slow-spoken, but Isham, her step-father, was cook to the Gresham
brothers, the beaux of the neighborhood, who kept bachelor's hall. His
mother had been their Mammy--hence his inherited privilege of knowing
rather more about his young masters than they knew themselves.

Little pitchers have big ears. Set it to the credit of the black folk,
they always had regard for the innocence of childhood. Scandal was
merely breathed--not even so hinted as to arouse curiosity. Foul speech
I never heard from them nor a trace of profanity. What I did hear was a
liberal education in the humanities--as time passes I rate more and more
highly the sense of values it fixed in a plastic mind. I think it must
have been because our Mammys saw all things from the elemental angle,
they were critics so illuminating of manners and morals.

Here ends reminiscence, set down in hope it may breed understanding. All
I actually learned from Mammy and her cooking was--how things ought to
taste. The which is essential. It has been the pole-star of my career as
a cook. Followed faithfully along the Way of Many Failures, through a
Country of Tribulations, it has brought me into the haven of knowledge
absolute. If the testimony of empty plates and smiling guests can
establish a fact, then I am a good cook--though limited. I profess only
to cook the things I care to cook well. Hence I have set my hand to
this, a real cook's book. Most cook books are written by folk who cook
by hearsay--it is the fewest number of real cooks who can write so as
not to bewilder the common or garden variety of mind. The bulk of what
follows has an old-time Southern foundation, with such frillings as
experience approves. To it there will be added somewhat of Creole
cookery, learned and proved here in New York town by grace of Milly, the
very queen of New Orleans cooks, temporarily transplanted. Also sundry
and several delectable dishes of alien origins--some as made in France
or Germany, some from the far Philippines, but all proved before record.
In each case the source is indicated in the title. Things my very own,
evolved from my inner consciousness, my outer opportunity and
environment, I shall likewise mark personal.

Lastly, but far from leastly, let me make protest against
over-elaboration, alike in food and the serving thereof. The very best
decoration for a table is something good in the plates. This is not
saying one should not plan to please the eye no less than the palate.
But ribbon on sandwiches is an anachronism--so is all the flummery of
silk and laces, doilies and doo-dads that so often bewilder us. They are
unfair to the food--as hard to live up to as anybody's blue china. I
smile even yet, remembering my husband's chuckles, after we had come
home from eating delicatessen chicken off ten-dollar plates, by help of
antique silver. Somehow the viands and the service seemed "out of
drawing."

Quoth Heine the cynic: "Woman, woman! Much must be forgiven thee! Thou
hast loved much--and many." Edibly I love much rather than many. Enough
of one thoroughly good thing, with proper accessories, is more
satisfying than seven courses--each worse than the last. Also cheaper,
also much less trouble. If time has any value, the economy of it in
dishwashing alone is worth considering. In these piping days of rising
prices, economy sounds good, even in the abstract. Add the concrete fact
that you save money as well as trouble, and the world of cooks may well
sit up and take notice.

The one-piece dinner is as convenient and comfortable as the one-piece
frock. There are, of course, occasions to which it is unsuited.
One-piece must be understood to mean the _piece de resistance_--the
backbone of subsistence as it were. A bowl of rich soup or chowder, with
crackers on the side, a generous helping of well-cooked meat, with bread
or potatoes, and the simplest relishes, or a royally fat pudding overrun
with brandy sauce; each or either can put it all over a splash of this,
a dab of that, a slab of something else, set lonesomely on a separate
plate and reckoned a meal--in courses. Courses are all well enough--they
have my warm heart when they come "in the picture." But when they are
mostly "The substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not
seen," then I would trade them, and gladly, for as much good bread and
butter as appetite called for.

By way of postscript: being a strict and ardent advocate of temperance,
I refused to consider writing this book unless I had full liberty to
advise the use of wine, brandy, cordials, liquors, where good cooking
demands them. Any earthly thing can be abused--to teach right use is the
best preventive of abuse. Liquors, like everything else, must be good.
"Cooking sherry" is as much an abomination as "cooking butter," or
"cooking apples." You will never get out of pot or pan anything
fundamentally better than what went into it. Cooking is not alchemy;
there is no magic in the pot. The whole art and mystery of it is to
apply heat and seasoning in such fashion as to make the best, and the
most, of such food supplies as your purse permits. Tough meat cannot be
cooked tender; tainted meat cannot be cooked sound. It is the same with
stale fish, specked or soured fruit, withered vegetables. It pays to
educate tradesfolk into understanding that you want the best and only
the best of what you buy. If the thing you want, in perfect condition,
is beyond your means, take, instead of a lower grade of it, the highest
grade of something cheaper. So shall you escape waste of time, effort
and substance. Never mind sneers at your simple fare. Remember it was
Solomon the Wise who wrote: "Better a dinner of herbs and contentment
than a stalled ox, and contention therewith." Paraphrase the last clause
into "spoiled ox and ptomaines therewith," and you may keep not only
self-respect, but that of the neighbors.




[Illustration: _The Staff of Life_]


Bread, more than almost any other foodstuff, can not be better than what
it is made of. Here as elsewhere a bungler can ruin the very best of
flour or meal. But the queen of cooks can not make good a fundamental
deficiency.

Hence in buying flour look for these things: a slightly creamy
cast--dazzling whiteness shows bleaching, as a gray-white, or black
specks mean grinding from spoiled grain. The feel should be velvety,
with no trace of roughness--roughness means, commonly, mixture with
corn. A handful tightly gripped should keep the shape of the hand, and
show to a degree the markings of the palm. A pinch wet rather stiff,
and stretched between thumb and finger, will show by the length of the
thread it spins richness or poverty in gluten--one of the most valuable
food elements.

The cornmeal of commerce will not be satisfactory in any receipt here
given. It has been bolted and kiln-dried out of all natural flavor. Take
the trouble to get meal water-ground, from white flint corn, and fresh
from the mill. Then you will have something worth spending time and
effort upon--spending them hopefully. Why, the wisest man can not
tell--but steam-ground meal is of a flavor wholly unlike that
water-ground. The grinding should be neither too fine nor too coarse.
Bran left in, and sifted out as needed, helps to save from musting, and
to preserve the delicate natural flavor. Fresh meal, in clean bright tin
or glass, or in a stout paper sack, where it is dry, cool and airy will
keep two months. Hence buy it judiciously, in proportion to your
family's corn-cake appetite.

It is impossible to give exactly the amount of liquid for any sort of
bread-making because the condition of flour and meal varies with weather
and keeping. This applies also to sugar--hence the need for intelligence
in the use of receipts. In damp muggy weather moisture is absorbed from
the atmosphere. Upon a dry day especially if there is much wind, drying
out is inevitable. Anything that feels clammy, or that clots, should be
dried in a warm, not hot, oven. Heating flour before mixing it, taking
care not to scorch it in the least, is one small secret of light bread,
biscuit and cake. Flour in a bag may be laid in the sun with advantage.
Use judgment in mixing. Note the appearance of what you are making
closely--when it turns out extra good, set up that first condition as a
standard.

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_Beaten Biscuit_: (Old Style.) Sift a quart of flour into a bowl or
tray, add half a teaspoon salt, then cut small into it a teacup of very
cold lard. Wet with cold water--ice water is best--into a very stiff
dough. Lay on a floured block, or marble slab, and give one hundred
strokes with a mallet or rolling pin. Fold afresh as the dough beats
thin, dredging in flour if it begins to stick. The end of beating is to
distribute air well through the mass, which, expanding by the heat of
baking, makes the biscuit light. The dough should be firm, but smooth
and very elastic. Roll to half-inch thickness, cut out with a small
round cutter, prick lightly all over the top, and bake in steady heat to
a delicate brown. Too hot an oven will scorch and blister, too cold an
one make the biscuit hard and clammy. Aim for the Irishman's "middle
exthrame."

There are sundry machines which do away with beating. It is possible
also to avoid it by running the dough, after mixing, several times
through a food-chopper. Also beaten biscuit can be closely imitated by
making good puff paste, rolling, cutting out, pricking and baking--but
rather more quickly than the real thing. All these are expedients for
those who live in apartments, where the noise of beating might be held
against good neighborhood. Householders, and especially suburban ones,
should indulge in the luxury of a block or stone or marble slab--and
live happy ever after, if they can but get cooks able and willing to
make proper use of it.

_Soda Biscuit_: (Old Style.) Sift a quart of flour with a heaping
teaspoonful of baking soda. Add a good pinch of salt, rub well through
lard or butter the size of the fist, then wet with sour milk to a
moderately soft dough, roll out, working quickly, cut with small round
cutter, set in hot pans, leaving room to swell, and bake in a quick oven
just below scorching heat. Handle as lightly as possible all
through--this makes flaky biscuit.

By way of variety, roll out thin--less than a half-inch, cut with
three-inch cutter, grease lightly on top, and fold along the middle. Let
rise on top a hot stove several minutes before putting to bake. By
adding an egg, beaten light, with a heaping tablespoonful of sugar to
the dough in mixing, these doubled biscuit will be quite unlike the
usual sort.

_Salt Rising Bread_: (As Mammy Made It.) Scald a tablespoonful of sifted
cornmeal, and a teaspoonful--heaped--of salt with a pint of boiling
water, let stand ten minutes, then stir in, taking care to mix smooth,
enough dried and sifted flour to make a thick batter. Damp flour will
not rise. The batter should be almost thick enough to hold the mixing
spoon upright--but not quite thick enough. Set the mixture in warm
water--just as hot as you can bear your hand in. Keep up the heat
steadily, but never make too hot--scalding ruins everything. Keep
lightly covered, and away from draughts. Look in after an hour--if water
has risen on top, stir in more flour. Watch close--in six hours the
yeast should be foamy-light. Have ready three quarts of dry sifted
flour, make a hole in the center of it, pour in the yeast, add a trifle
more salt, a tablespoonful sugar, and half a cup of lard. Work all
together to a smooth dough, rinsing out the vessel that has held the
yeast, with warm not hot water to finish the mixing. Divide into loaves,
put in greased pans, grease lightly over the top, and set to rise, in
gentle heat. When risen bake with steady quick heat. Take from pans hot,
and cool between folds of clean cloth, spread upon a rack, or else turn
the loaves edgewise upon a clean board, and cover with cheese cloth.

To make supper-rolls, shape some of the dough into balls, brush over
with melted butter, set in a deep pan, just so they do not touch, raise
and bake the same as bread. Dough can be saved over for breakfast rolls,
by keeping it very cold, and working in at morning, a tiny pinch of soda
before shaping the balls.

_Sweet Potato Biscuit_: (Old Style.) Boil soft two large or four small
sweet potatoes, mash smooth while very hot, free of strings and eyes,
add a pinch of salt, then rub well through three cups of sifted flour.
Rub in also a generous handful of shortening, then wet up soft with two
eggs beaten very light, and sweet milk. A little sugar also if you have
a sweet tooth--but only a little. Roll to half-inch thickness, cut out
with small cutter, lay in warm pan, and bake brown in a quick oven.
Soda and buttermilk can take the place of eggs and sweet milk--in which
case the sugar is advisable. Mix the soda with the milk--enough to make
it foamy, but no more.

_Waffles_: (Mammy's.) Separate three eggs. Beat yolks and whites very
light. Add to the yolks alternately a pint of very rich sweet milk, and
handfuls of sifted flour. Enough to make a batter rather thicker than
cream. Put in also half a teaspoon--scant--of salt, and half a cup of
lard, or lard and butter, melted so it will barely run. Mix well, then
add the beaten whites of egg. Have the waffle irons hot but not
scorching--grease well with melted lard--the salt in butter will make
the batter stick. Cook quickly but take care not to burn. Lay on hot
plate--have a pitcher of melted butter to pour on. Lay the second waffle
upon the first, butter, and keep hot. It is not safe to begin serving
without at least six waffles in plate. This, of course, provided you
have several eaters with genuine appetites. Syrup can be passed with the
waffles--but it is profanation to drench them with it--strong clear
coffee, and broiled chicken are the proper accompaniments at breakfast.

_Plain Corn Bread_: (The Best.) Sift sound fresh white cornmeal, wet
with cold water to a fairly soft dough, shape it by tossing from hand to
hand into small pones, and lay them as made into a hot pan well
sprinkled with dry meal. The pan should be hot enough to brown the meal
without burning it. Make the pones about an inch thick, four inches
long, and two and a half broad. Bake quickly, taking care not to scorch,
until there is a brown crust top and bottom. For hoe-cakes make the
dough a trifle softer, lay it by handfuls upon a hot-meal-sprinkled
griddle, taking care the handfuls do not touch. Flatten to half an inch,
let brown underneath, then turn, press down and brown the upper side. Do
not let yourself be seduced into adding salt--the delight of plain
corn-bread is its affinity for fresh butter. It should be eaten drenched
with butter of its own melting--the butter laid in the heart of it after
splitting pone or hoe-cake. Salt destroys this fine affinity. It
however savors somewhat bread to be eaten butterless. Therefore Mammy
always said: "Salt in corn-bread hit does taste so po' white-folks'y."
She had little patience with those neighbors of ours who perforce had no
butter to their bread.

_Egg Bread_: (Mammy's.) Beat two eggs very light with a pinch of salt,
add two cups sifted cornmeal, then wet with a pint of buttermilk in
which a teaspoonful of soda has been dissolved. Stir in a spoonful of
shortening, barely melted, mix well, and pour into well greased pans or
skillets, cook quickly, till the crust is a good brown, and serve
immediately. Or bake in muffin moulds. For delicate stomachs the
shortening can be left out, but pans or moulds must be greased extra
well. If milk is very sour, make it one-third water--this is better than
putting in more soda.

_Batter Cakes_: (Old Style.) Sift together half-cup flour, cup and a
half meal, add pinch of salt, scald with boiling water, stir smooth,
then add two eggs well beaten, and thin with sweet milk--it will take
about half a pint. Bake by spoonfuls on a hot, well-greased griddle--the
batter must run very freely. Serve very hot with fresh sausage, or fried
pigs' feet if you would know just how good batter cakes can be.

_Ash Cake_: (Pioneer.) This is possible only with wood fires--to campers
or millionaires. Make dough as for plain bread, but add the least trifle
of salt, sweep the hot hearth very clean, pile the dough on it in a
flattish mound, cover with big leaves--cabbage leaves will do at a
pinch, or even thick clean paper, then pile on embers with coals over
them and leave for an hour or more, according to size. Take up, brush
off ashes, and break away any cindery bits. Serve with new butter and
fresh buttermilk. This was sometimes the sole summer supper of very
great families in the old time. Beyond a doubt, ash cake properly cooked
has a savory sweetness possible to no other sort of corn bread.

_Mush Bread_: (Overton Receipt.) To a quart of very thick mush, well
salted, add three fresh eggs, breaking them in one after the other, and
beating hard between. When smooth add half a cup of rich milk, and half
a cup melted butter. Stir hard, then add one teaspoonful baking powder,
and bake quickly. Bake in the serving dish as it is too soft for turning
out, requiring to be dipped on the plates with a spoon. Hence the name
in some mouths: "Spoon bread."

_Cracklin' Bread_: (Pioneer.) Sift a pint of meal, add a pinch of salt,
then mix well through a teacup of cracklings--left from rendering lard.
Wet up with boiling water, make into small pones, and bake brown in a
quick but not scorching oven.

_Pumpkin Bread_: (Pioneer.) Sift a pint of meal, add salt to season
fully, then rub through a large cupful of stewed pumpkin, made very
smooth. Add half a cup melted lard, then mix with sweet milk to a fairly
stiff dough, make pones, and bake crisp. Mashed sweet potato can be used
instead of pumpkin, and cracklings, rubbed very fine in place of lard.
Folks curious as to older cookery, can even make persimmon bread, using
the pulp of ripe persimmons to mix with the meal--but they will need
the patience of Job to free the pulp properly from skin and seed.

_Mush Batter Cakes_: (For Invalids.) Bring half a pint of water to a
bubbling boil in something open, add to it a pinch of salt, then by
littles, strew in a cup of sifted meal, stirring it well to avoid lumps.
Let cool partly, then cook by small spoonfuls on a hot griddle very
lightly greased. Make the spoonfuls brown on both sides, and serve very
hot.

_Wafers_: (For Invalids or Parties.) Rub a cup of lard or butter,
through a quart of sifted flour. Butter will give enough salt--with lard
add a pinch. Mix with sweet milk, the richer the better, to a smooth
dough, not stiff nor soft. Shape into balls the size of a small egg,
roll out very thin, prick lightly all over, and bake brown--it will take
about five minutes in a quick oven. Cool on cloth and keep dry. Handle
delicately--if the wafers are what they should be; they break and
crumble at any rough touch.




[Illustration: _Saving Your Bacon_]


Plenty in the smokehouse was the cornerstone of the old time southern
cookery. Hence hog-killing was a festival as joyous as Christmas--and
little less sacred. There was keen rivalry amongst plantations as to
which should show the finest pen of fattening hogs. Though the
plantation force was commonly amply sufficient for the work of
slaughter, owners indulged their slaves by asking help of each other--of
course returning the favor at need.

A far cry from a cook book, common or garden variety. Here, it is worth
its space, as explaining in a measure what follows. Namely full
direction for choosing your fatted pig, cutting him up, and making the
most of the ultimate results. Choose carcasses between a hundred and
seventy-five and a hundred and fifty pounds in weight, of a fresh pinky
white hue, free of cuts, scratches, or bruises, the skin scraped clean,
and firm, not slimy, to touch, the fat firm and white, the lean a lively
purplish pink. Two inches of clear fat over the backbone, and the thick
of the ribs should be the limit. Anything more is wasteful--unless there
is a great need of lard in the kitchen. The pig should be chilled
throughout, but not frozen--freezing injures flavor and texture
somewhat, besides preventing the proper quick striking in of salt.

Curing space permitting, it is wise to cut up several pigs at once. The
trouble is hardly increased, and the results, especially in saving, very
much greater. The head will have been at least half severed in
slaughtering. With a very sharp butcher knife, after the pig is laid on
the chopping block, cut deeply through the skin, all round, then with a
blow or two of the axe sever the head. Next cut through the skin deeply,
either side of the back bone. The cuts should be evenly parallel, and
about two inches apart. Now turn the pig on his back, part the legs and
with the meat axe chop through the ribs, and joints. After chopping, cut
the backbone free with the knife, trim off the strip of fat for the lard
pile, chop the backbone itself into pieces three to four inches long,
until the chine is reached--the part betwixt the shoulder blades with
the high spinal processes. Leave the chine intact for smoking, along
with the jowls and sausage.

Pull out the leaf-fat--it grows around and over the kidneys. Also pull
out the spare ribs, leaving only one or two in the shoulders. This done,
chop off feet, then with the knife cut hams and shoulders free from the
sides. Trim after cutting out, saving all trimmings for sausage. Save
every bit of pure fat for lard. Also cut away the clear fat at the top
of the sides, devoting it to the same use. Make clean cuts on the
joints--this means a knife often whetted. Trim the hams rather flat,
and shape the hip bone neatly. The commercial fashion of cutting away
all the upper half of hams is fatal to perfect flavor. Trim shoulders
close, unless they are destined to be made into sausage--in that case
put them with the other scraps. Sides can either be cut into strips four
to five inches wide the long way, after the manner of commercial
"breakfast bacon," or left whole throughout their streaky part, cutting
away solid fat along the top for lard. Separate the heads at the jaw,
leaving the tongue attached to the jowl, and taking care not to cut it.
Cut off the snout two inches above the tip, then lay the upper part of
the head, skin down, crack the inner bone with the axe, press the broken
bones apart, and take out the brains. Jowls are to be salted and
smoked--heads are best either simply corned for boiling with cabbage,
peas, beans, etc., or made in conjunction with the feet into headcheese,
whose south country name is souse.

Use regular pickling salt--coarse-grained and lively. Spread it an inch
thick upon clean wood--a broad shelf, box bottom, or something similar.
Rub the meat well over with salt, and then lay it neatly, skin-side
down, upon the salt layer, spread more salt on top, and put on another
layer of meat. Put sides together, likewise hams and shoulders. Pack as
close as possible and fill all crevices with salt. Salt alone will save
your bacon, but a teacup of moist sugar well mixed through a
water-bucket of salt improves the flavor. Use this on sides, jowls and
chines. The joints, hams and shoulders, especially if the shoulders are
close-cut, need a trifle more sugar in the salt, also a trifle of
saltpeter--say an ounce in fine powder to three gallons of salt. Rub the
skin-sides over with plain salt, and lay upon the salt-covered shelf the
same as sides. Then take a handful of the mixture and rub it in hard
around the bone, then cover the whole cut surface half an inch thick,
spread on dry salt for another layer of hams or shoulders, and repeat.
Salt the chines lightly--their surface, cut all over, takes up too much
salt if permitted. There should be holes or cracks in the bottom to let
the dissolved salt drip away; it is best also to have it a foot at least
above the floor.

Cover the meat thus in bulk, but not too close, and leave standing a
fortnight. The cooler and airier the place it stands in the
better--freezing even is not objectionable when the salt begins striking
in. But with freezing weather the meat must lie longer in salt. Overhaul
it after the first fortnight--that is to say break up the bulk, shake
away bloody salt, sweep the bottom clean, and put on fresh salt. But use
very little saltpeter on the joints this time--on pain of making them
too hard as to their lean. Its use is to give firmness and a handsome
clear red color--an overdose of it produces a faintly undesirable
flavor. Some famous ham makers, at this second salting, rub the cut
sides over lightly with very good molasses, and sprinkle on ground black
pepper, before adding new salt. Others rub in a teaspoonful of sugar
mixed with pounded red pepper around the bone. But very excellent hams
can be made without such excess of painstaking.

Let the meat lie two to four weeks after overhauling, according to the
weather. Take up, wipe all over with coarse clean cloth, furnish each
piece with a loop of stout twine at least four inches long, and so run
through the flesh, tearing out is impossible. Run through the hock of
hams, the upper tip of shoulders, the thickest part of sides, the
pointed tip of jowls. Jowls may not need to lie so long as bigger
pieces, especially if part of their fat has gone to lard. Chines can be
hung up in three weeks, and cured with a very light smoking, along with
the bags of sausage.

Hang hams highest, shoulders next, then sides, jowls, etc. Leave to drip
forty-eight hours unless the weather turns suddenly warm, damp and
muggy--in that case start the smoking after a few hours. Smoke from
green hickory, sound and bright, is needed for the finest flavor. Lay
small logs so they will hug together as they burn, kindle fire along the
whole length of them, then smother it with damp, small chips, trash,
bark and so on, but take care to have everything sound. Rotten wood, or
that which is water-logged or mildewed, makes rank, ill-smelling smoke.
Take greater care that the logs never blaze up, also that the meat is
high enough to escape fire-heating. Once it gets hot from the fire all
your trouble will have been for naught--though it will not be tainted it
will have the same taste and smell--the degree marking the extent of the
heating.

Old southern smokehouses had for the most part earthen floors, trenched
to make the smoke fires safe. Some had puncheon floors, with an earthen
hearth in the middle, whereupon was placed a furnace of loose
brick--that could be kicked over at need, smothering an outbreaking
fire. Still others had big cast iron kettles sunk in a sort of well in
the floor--with a handy water bucket for quenching fires. Whatever the
floor, eternal vigilance was the price of safe bacon--you looked at the
smokehouse fires first thing in the morning and last at night. They were
put out at sundown, but had a knack of burning again from some hidden
seed of live coal. Morning smoke could not well be too thick, provided
it smelled right--keen and clean, reminiscent of sylvan fragrance--a
thick, acrid smoke that set you sneezing and coughing, was "most
tolerable and not to be endured." It was not well to leave the smoke too
thick at night--somehow the chill then condensed it. A thin, blue,
hot-scented but cool, vapor was the thing to strive for then. There were
folk who suggested furnaces--with smoke pipes leading in--ever so much
safer they said, withal much less trouble. Why! even the smoke from a
cooking stove might be made to answer. But these progressives were heard
coldly--the old timers knew in right of tradition and experience, the
need of well ventilated smoke.

It gave this present chronicler a feeling of getting home again, to walk
through the curing rooms of perhaps the most famous bacon makers in the
world, and find them practicing the wisdom of her childhood. Namely
using hickory smoke not delivered from furnace pipes but welling up, up,
in beautiful wreathy spirals, to reach row on row of hams and
flitches--and to be told, by a kind person who did not know she already
knew, that their curing was patterned on the old English model--curing
in the smoke of great-throated stone hall chimneys. Yes--they had tried
pipes--furnaces likewise--but they gave too much heat, did not
distribute smoke evenly, besides being almost impossible of regulation.
Hence the smoldering hickory that was like a breath from a far past.

Notwithstanding, the chronicler is of opinion that folk who would like
to try their hands at bacon making may do it with a fair hope without
building regular smoke houses. To such she would say, get a stout
hogshead--a sugar hogshead preferable--nail on a board roof to shed
water, then set it upon a stout frame at least seven feet above ground.
Nail inside it stout cleats, to hold the cross bars for the meat. Hang
the meat upon them--but not until the hogshead is in place. Cut a hole
in the bottom as big as the top of a large barrel. Working through this
hole, arrange the meat, then put below a headless barrel, the top
resting against the hogshead-heading, the bottom upon supports of gas
pipe, iron, or even piled bricks. Between the supports set an iron
vessel--build your hickory smoke-fires in it, smothering them carefully,
and letting the smoke, with a sufficiency of air, well up, through
barrel, hogshead, etc. Or one might even rig up a smoking hogshead in an
attic, providing the chimney were tall enough to cool smoke
properly--and lead smoke out to it through a length of drain pipe.

These are but suggestions--the contriving mind will doubtless invent
other and better ones. Smoking must go on for five weeks at least. Six
will be better, slacking toward the end. But two may be made to answer
by the use of what is called "liquid smoke" whose other name is crude
pyroligneous acid. A product of wood distillation, it has been proved
harmless in use, but use is nevertheless forbidden to commercial makers.
The meat, after breaking bulk, is dipped in it three times at fairly
brief intervals, hung up, drained, and smoked. From the liquid smoke it
will have acquired as much acid saving-grace, as from four weeks of old
fashioned smoking.

A smokehouse needs to be kept dark, dry, and cool, also well ventilated.
Use fine screen wire over all openings, and make windows very small,
with coarse, sleazy crash in the sash rather than glass inside the
screens. Darkness prevents or discourages the maggot-fly. To discourage
him still further cover the cut sides of hams and shoulders before
hanging up with molasses made very thick with ground black pepper. They
will not absolutely require canvassing and dipping in whitewash after if
the peppering is thorough. But to be on the safe side--canvas and dip.
Make the whitewash with a foundation of thick paste--and be sure it
covers every thread of the canvas. Hams perfectly cured and canvassed
keep indefinitely in the right sort of smokehouse--but there is not much
gain in flavor after they are three years old.

In rendering lard try out leaf fat to itself--it yields the very finest.
Cut out the kidneys carefully, and remove any bit of lean, then pull
off the thin inner skin, and cut up the leaves--into bits about two
inches wide and four long. Wash these quickly in tepid water, drain on a
sieve, and put over a slow fire in an iron vessel rather thick bottomed.
Add a little cold water--a cupful to a gallon of cut up fat, and let
cook gently until the lumps of fat color faintly. Increase heat till
there is a mild bubbling--keep the bubbling steady, stirring often to
make sure no lump of fat sticks to the pot and scorches, until all the
lumps are crisp brown cracklings. Bright brown, not dark--if dark the
lard will be slightly . Scorching taints and ruins the whole
mass. Strain through a sieve into a clean tin vessel, newly scalded and
wiped dry. Put the cracklings into a bag of stout crash, and press hard
between two clean boards, till no more fat runs from them. A jelly press
comes in handy, but is not essential. If weak, clear lye, made of green
wood ashes, is put in with the fat instead of water at the beginning,
the fat-yield will be greater, and the bulk of cracklings less, also
more nearly disintegrated.

Other fat is tried out in the same way, taking care to remove all skin
and cut away streaks of lean. Bits with much lean in them had better go
to the sausage mill--the right proportion there is two pounds of fat to
three and a half of lean. Mix well in grinding, and remove all strings,
gristle, etc. Seasoning is so much a matter of taste, do it very lightly
at first--then fry a tiny cake, test it, and add whatever it seems to
lack or need. Be rather sparing of salt--eaters can put it in but can
not take it out, and excess of it makes even new sausage taste old. A
good combination of flavors, one approved by experience, is a cupful of
powdered and sifted sage, an ounce of black pepper newly ground, and
very fine, a tablespoonful of powdered red pepper, a teaspoonful of
cayenne, a pinch of thyme in fine powder, a dozen cloves, as many grains
of alspice, beaten fine, a teaspoonful of moist sugar, and a blade of
mace in fine powder. Omit the mace, cloves, etc. if the flavor repels.
Mix all well together, then work evenly through the meat. This seasoning
should suffice for five pounds of ground meat lightly salted. More can
be used by those who like high and pronounced flavors.

Scrape feet very clean, and take off hoofs by either dipping in scalding
hot lye, or hot wet wood ashes. Wash very clean after scraping, throw in
cold water, soak an hour, then put in a clean pot with plenty of cold
water, and boil gently until very tender. If boiling for souse cook till
the meat and gristle fall from the bones. If for frying, take up the
feet as soon as they are tender, keeping them in shape. Boil heads the
same way, taking out eyes, cutting off ears and cleaning them carefully
inside. Pick the meat from the bones, mix it with the feet also picked
up, work seasoning well through it--salt, black and red pepper, herbs if
approved, likewise a trifle of onion juice, then pack in deep molds,
pour over a little of the boiling liquor--barely enough to moisten--and
set to cool uncovered.

Let the boiling liquor stand until cold, covered only with a cloth. Skim
off the oil--hog's foot oil is a fine dressing for any sort of
leather--then dip off carefully the jelly underneath. Do not disturb the
sediment--take only the clear jelly. Melted, clarified with white of
egg, seasoned with wine, lemon juice, or grape juice, and sufficiently
sugared, the result puts all gelatines of commerce clean out of court.
Indeed any receipt for gelatine desserts can be used with the hog's foot
jelly. A small salvage perhaps--but worth while.

Everybody knows brains can be fried--just as all know they can be
addled. We of the old south pickled ours. Go and do likewise if you want
an experience. Begin by scalding the brains--putting them on in cold
water very slightly salted, then letting them barely strike a boil. Skim
out, drop in cold water, take off the skin, keeping the lobes as whole
as possible, lay in a porcelain kettle, spice liberally with black and
red pepper, cloves, nutmeg and allspice, cover with strong vinegar,
bring to a boil, cook five minutes, then put in a jar, cool uncovered,
tie down and let stand a week before using. Thus treated brains will
keep for six weeks, provided they are kept cool.

We also pickled our souse--cutting it in thin slices, and laying them in
strong vinegar an hour before serving. Another way was to melt the souse
into a sort of rich hash--beaten eggs were occasionally added, and the
result served on hot toast. At a pinch it answered for the foundation of
a meat pie, putting in with it in layers, sliced hard boiled eggs,
sliced cucumber pickle, plenty of seasoning, a good lump of butter, and
a little water. The pie was baked quickly--and made a very good supper
dish if unexpected company overran the supply of sausage or chicken for
frying.

But fried hog's feet were nearly the best of hog killing. After boiling
tender, the feet were split lengthwise in half, rolled in sifted
cornmeal, salted and peppered, and fried crisp in plenty of boiling hot
fat. Served with hot biscuit, and stewed sun-dried peaches, along with
strong coffee, brown and fragrant, they made a supper or breakfast one
could rejoice in.

Backbone stewed, and served with sweet potatoes, hot corn bread, and
sparkling cider, was certainly not to be despised. The stewing was
gentle, the seasoning well blended--enough salt but not too much, red
and black pepper, and the merest dash of pepper vinegar. Many cooks left
the vinegar to be added in the plates. There was little water at the
beginning, and next to none at the end--the kettle was kept well
covered, and not allowed to boil over. Backbone pie held its own with
chicken pie--indeed there were those who preferred it. It was made the
same way--in a skillet or deep pan lined with rich crust, then filled
with cooked meat, adding strips of bacon, and bits of butter rolled in
flour, as well as strips of crust. Then the stewing liquor went into the
crevices--there might also be a few very tiny crisp brown
sausages--cakes no bigger than a lady's watch. Over all came a thick,
rich crust, with a cross-cut in the middle, and corners turned deftly
back. When the crust was brown the pie was done.

No doubt we were foolish--but somehow the regular "cases" made our
sausages unappetizing if we put it into them for keeping. Further the
"Tom Thumbs" were in great request for chitterlings--I never saw them
served to white folks but have smelled their savoriness in the cabins.
That is, however, beside the mark. We saved our sausage against the
spring scarcity in several ways. One was to fry it in quantity, pack the
cakes as fried in crocks, pour over them the gravy, and when the jar was
almost full, cover the top an inch deep with melted lard. Kept cool and
dark the cakes came out as good as they went in. Still there were
palates that craved smoked sausage. To satisfy them, some folk tied up
the meat in links of clean corn husks, and hung them at the side where
the smoke barely touched them. Another way was to make small bags of
stout unbleached muslin, fill, tie close, dip the bag in melted grease,
cool and smoke. The dipping was not really essential--still it kept the
sausage a little fresher. Latterly I have been wondering if paraffin had
been known then whether or not it would have served better than grease.




[Illustration: _Hams and Other Hams_]


The proper boiling of a proper ham reaches the level of high art. Proper
boiling makes any sound ham tolerable eating; conversely a crass and
hasty cook can spoil utterly this crowning mercy of the smokehouse. Yet
proper cooking is not a recondite process, nor one beyond the simplest
intelligence. It means first and most, pains and patience, with somewhat
of foresight, and something more of judgment.

Cut off the hock, but not too high--barely the slender shankbone. Then
go all over the ham with a dull knife, scraping off every bit of
removable grease or soilure. Wipe afterward with a coarse, damp cloth,
then lay in a dishpan and cover an inch deep with cold water. If the
water is very hard soften by adding a tiny pinch of baking soda. Leave
in soak all night. In the morning wash well all over, using your coarse
cloth, and a little scouring soap, then rinse well in tepid water,
followed by a second rinsing in cold water, drain, and wipe dry. A
flat-bottomed boiler is best--with one rounding, there is greater risk
of scorching. Set a rack on the bottom else an old dish or earthen
pieplate, pour in an inch of water, set over the fire, lay the ham upon
the rack, skin side down, and fill up with cold water till it stands two
inches above the meat. Take care in adding the water not to dislodge the
ham from the rack. Bring the water to a boil, throw in a pint of cold
water and skim the boiler very clean, going over it twice or three
times. After the last skimming add half a dozen whole cloves, a dozen
whole alspice, a pod of red pepper, a few whole grains of black pepper,
and if you like, a young onion or a stalk of celery. Personally I do
not like either onion or celery--moreover they taint the fat one may
save from the pot. Let the water boil hard for half a minute, no longer,
then slack heat till it barely simmers. Keep it simmering, filling up
the pot as the water in it boils away, until the ham is tender
throughout. The time depends on several things--the hardness and age of
the ham, weight, curing. Fifteen minutes to the pound, reckoned from the
beginning of simmering, is the standard allowance. I have no hard and
fast rule--my hams boil always until the fork pierces them readily, and
the hip-bone stands clear of flesh.

A big ham, fifteen to twenty pounds weight, had better be left in the
water overnight. A smaller one, say of ten pounds weight, should remain
only until thoroughly cold. Take up carefully when cold, let drain
twenty minutes, lying flesh side up in a flat dish, then trim off the
under side and edges neatly, removing rusty fat, strings, etc., and
cutting through the skin at the hock end. Turn over and remove the
skin--taking care not to tear away too much fat with it. Remove the ham
to a clean, deep dish, or bowl--the closer fitting the better, then pour
around it either sound claret, or sweet cider, till it stands half way
up the sides. Add a little tabasco or Worcester to the liquor, if high
flavors are approved. Then stick whole cloves in a lozenge pattern all
over the fat, sprinkle on thickly red and black pepper, and last of all,
sugar--brown sugar if to be had, but white will do.

Leave standing several hours, basting once or twice with the liquor in
the bowl. Take out, set on a rack in an agate pan, pour the liquor
underneath, and bake slowly one to two hours, according to size. Baste
every fifteen minutes, adding water as the liquor cooks away. Beware
scorching--the ham should be a beautiful speckly dark brown all over.
Let cool uncovered, and keep cool, but not on ice until eaten.

Drop a lump of ice in the boiling liquor unless the weather is
cold--then set it outside. As soon as the fat on top hardens take it
off, boil it fifteen minutes in clear water, chill, skim off, and
clarify by frying slices of raw potato in it. The spices will have sunk
to the bottom, and there will be no trace of their flavor in the fat.
Any boiling vegetable--cabbage, string beans, navy beans, greens in
general--may be cooked to advantage in the liquor. It also serves as an
excellent foundation for pea soup. Drain it off from the sediment,
reduce a trifle by quick boiling, then add the other things. Dumplings
of sound cornmeal, wet up stiff, shaped the size of an egg, and dropped
in the boiling liquor, furnish a luncheon dish cheap and appetizing.

Fried ham as Mammy made it is mostly a fragrant memory--only plutocrats
dare indulge in it these days. She cut thin slices from the juicy, thick
part of the ham, using a very sharp, clean knife. Then she trimmed away
the skin, and laid the slices in a clean, hot skillet--but not too hot.
In about a minute she flipped them over delicately, so as to sear the
other side. When enough fat had been tried out to bubble a bit, she
turned them again, then set the skillet off, deadened the coals beneath
it a little--put it back, and let the ham cook until tender through and
through. She never washed the slices nor even wiped them with damp
cloths. There was no need--her hands and knife were as clean as could
be. Washing and wiping spoiled the flavor, she said. I agree with her.
After the ham was taken up, she poured in milk, half cream, shook it
well about in the hissing hot fat until it had taken up all the
delicious brown essence caked on the skillet bottom. This milk gravy was
poured over the slices in the platter. A practice I have never
followed--my gravy is made with water rather than milk, and served
separately.

Invalids and gourmets may be indulged with boiled ham, broiled over live
coals. Slice very thin, lay for half a minute upon a shovel of glowing
fresh coals, take up in a very hot dish, butter liberally, dust with
pepper and serve very hot. To frizzle ham slice as thin as possible in
tiny bits, and toss the bits till curly-crisp in blazing hot butter.
Excellent as an appetizer or to raise a thirst.

For ham and eggs slice and fry as directed, take up, break fresh eggs
separately each in a saucer, and slip them into the fat when it is
bubbling hot. Dip hot fat over them to cook the upper side--take up with
a cake turner, and arrange prettily as a border around the ham. Sprigs
of watercress outside add to the appetizing effect. Serve with hot
biscuit, or waffles or muffins, and strong, clear coffee.

Tart apples cored but not peeled sliced in rings and fried in hot fat,
drained out and sprinkled lightly with sugar, add to the charm of even
the finest ham. So does hominy, the full-grained sort, boiled tender
beforehand, and fried till there is a thick, brown crust all over the
skillet bottom. The secret of these as of all other fryings, is to have
grease enough, make it hot enough to crisp whatever goes into it
instantly, then to watch so there shall be no scorching, and take out
what is fried as soon as done, draining well. Among the paradoxes of
cookery is this--frying with scant grease makes greasy eating, whereas
frying in deep fat, sufficiently hot, makes the reverse.

Sweet potatoes, peeled and sliced, deserve frying in ham fat. Well
drained, dusted with salt, pepper, and sugar, they are delicious, also
most digestible. Frying is indeed the method of cookery most misprised
through its abuse. In capable hands it achieves results no-otherwise
attainable.

A perfect mutton ham is a matter of grace no less premeditation. It must
be cut from a wether at least four years old, grass fed, grain finished,
neither too fat, nor too lean, scientifically butchered in clear,
frosty, but not freezing weather, and hung unsalted in clean, cold air
for a matter of three days. Saw off shank and hip bones neatly, and cut
the meat smooth, removing any tags and jags, then pack down in an agate
or clean wooden vessel that has been scalded, then chilled. Half cover
with a marinade thus proportioned. One pint pickling salt to one gallon
cold water, boil and skim clean, then add one pint vinegar, a dozen each
of whole cloves, allspice and pepper corns, a pod of red pepper, a
teaspoon of powdered saltpeter, and a small cup of oil. Simmer for half
an hour, and cool before pouring on the meat. Let it lie in the liquor a
week, turning it twice daily. Take from marinade, wipe, and lay in air,
return the marinade to the fire, boil up, skim well, then add enough
plain brine to fully cover the hams, skim again, cool and pour over,
first scalding out the containing vessel. Let stand a week longer, then
drain well, wipe with a damp cloth, rub over outside with a mixture of
salt, moist sugar, and ground black pepper, and hang in a cool, airy
place where the hams can be lightly smoked for a fortnight.
Winter-curing, or late fall, alone is possible to the average
householder. After smoking, wrap in waxed paper, and canvas the same as
other hams.

Cook the same as venison, which mutton thus cured much resembles. Slice
and broil, serving with butter and very sour jelly, else boil whole in
very little water until tender, glazing with tart jelly, and crisping in
the oven after draining and cooling. Or soak two hours in cold water,
then cover completely with an inch-thick crust of flour and water mixed
stiff, and bake in a slow oven four to five hours. Serve always with
very piquant sauce, and sharp pickle, or highly spiced catsups. Make
jelly from wild grapes, wild plums, green grapes, green gooseberries or
crab apples, using half the usual amount of sugar, especially for such
meat.

Melt half a glass of such jelly with a tablespoon of boiling water. Add
black pepper, paprika, a dash of tabasco, and the strained juice of a
lemon, add gradually a teaspoon of dry mustard. Cook over hot water
until well mixed and smooth, and keep hot until served.

Beef hams are troublesome--but worth the trouble. Take them from small
but well fatted animals, cut off the shank, also part of the top round.
Rub over very scantly with powdered saltpeter, mixed well through moist
sugar, then lay down in salt for a fortnight, else cover with brine made
thus. Pint pickling salt to the gallon of cold water, teaspoon sugar,
and pinch of whole cloves. Boil and skim. Pour cold over the hams in a
clean barrel. Let stand a fortnight, take out, drain and wipe, rub over
with dry salt, and hang high in cold air. Smoke lightly after three
days. Keep smoking, but not too much, for a month. Cover all over with
ground black pepper, mixed to a paste with molasses, canvas and leave
hanging.

Slice and broil, else chip and serve raw. Frizzling is possible but a
waste of God's good mercies. Properly cured meat is salt but not too
salt, of a deep blackish-red, and when sliced thin, partly translucent,
also of an indescribable savoriness. Cut as nearly as possible, across
the grain. Do not undertake to make beef hams save in the late fall, so
there may be cold weather for the curing. The meat must be chilled
through before salt touches it, but freezing is very detrimental. Frozen
meat does not absorb the salt, sugar, etc., essential to proper curing.
By time it thaws so absorption becomes possible, there may have been
changes such as take place in cold storage, unfitting it for food. If
the beef ham is thick it may need to lie a month in salt or in brine.
Here as elsewhere, the element of judgment comes into play.

If rabbits are very plenty and very fat, put down a jar of hindquarters
in marinade for three days, then wipe, and hang in a cold, dry place. A
rabbit ought to be dressed before it is cold--thus it escapes the strong
flavor which makes market rabbits often unendurable. Chill but do not
freeze after dressing. A light smoking does not hurt the quarters, which
should be left double, with the thick loin between. Soak two hours
before cooking, and smother with plenty of butter, black and red pepper
and a dash of pepper vinegar. An excellent breakfast or luncheon relish.

To cook a fresh ham properly, choose one weighing ten pounds or less,
scrape and wash clean, score the skin, all over, then season well with
salt, sugar, black and red pepper, and dot with tabasco on top. Set on a
rack in a deep pan, pour boiling water underneath to barely touch the
meat, cover close, and bake in a hot oven for two hours, filling up the
water in the pan as it bakes away. Uncover, and cook for half an hour
longer, slacking heat one half, and basting the meat with the liquor in
the pan. If approved add a cup of cider or sound claret to the basting
liquor. Leave unbasted for ten minutes before taking up, so the skin may
be properly crisp.




[Illustration: _For Thirsty Souls_]


_Grandmother's Cherry Bounce_: Rinse a clean, empty whiskey barrel well
with cold water, drain, and fill with very ripe Morello cherries, mixed
with black wild cherries. One gallon wild cherries to five of Morellos
is about the proper proportion. Strew scantly through the cherries,
blade mace, whole cloves, allspice, a very little bruised ginger, and
grated nutmeg. Add to a full barrel of fruit twenty pounds of sugar--or
in the proportion of half a pound to the gallon of fruit. Cover the
fruit an inch deep with good corn whiskey, the older and milder the
better. Leave out the bung but cover the opening with lawn. Let stand
six months undisturbed in a dry, airy place, rather warm. Rack off into
a clean barrel, let stand six months longer, then bottle or put in
demijohns. This improves greatly with age up to the fifth year--after
that the change is unappreciable.

_Grape Cider_: Fill a clean, tight, well-scalded barrel with ripe wild
grapes picked from their stems. Add spices if you like, but they can be
left out. Fill the vessel with new cider, the sweeter the better. There
should be room left to ferment. Cover the bung-hole with thin cloth and
let stand in dry air four to six months. Rack off and bottle. This also
improves with age. It is a drink to be used with caution--mild as May in
the mouth, but heady, and overcoming, especially to those unused to its
seductions.

_Persimmon Beer_: The poor relation of champagne--with the advantage
that nobody is ever the worse for drinking it. To make it, take
full-ripe persimmons, the juicier the better, free them of stalks and
calyxes, then mash thoroughly, and add enough wheat bran or middlings
to make a stiffish dough. Form the dough into thin, flat cakes, which
bake crisp in a slow oven. When cold break them up in a clean barrel,
and fill it with filtered rainwater. A bushel of persimmons before
mashing will make a barrel of beer. Set the barrel upright, covered with
a thin cloth, in a warm, dry place, free of taints. Let stand until the
beer works--the persimmon cakes will rise and stand in a foamy mass on
top. After three to four weeks, either move the barrel to a cold place,
or rack off the beer into bottles or demijohns, tieing down the corks,
and keeping the bottled stuff very cool. The more meaty and flavorous
the persimmons, the richer will be the beer. Beware of putting in fruit
that has not felt the touch of frost, so retains a rough tang. A very
little of it will spoil a whole brewing of beer. If the beer is left
standing in the barrel a wooden cover should be laid over the cloth,
after it is done working. Fermentation can be hastened by putting in
with the persimmon cakes a slice of toast dipped in quick yeast. But if
the temperature is right, the beer will ferment itself.

_Egg Nogg_: Have all ingredients, eggs, sugar, brandy, and whiskey,
thoroughly chilled before beginning, and work very, very quickly. Beat
the yolks of eighteen eggs very light with six cups of granulated sugar,
added a cup at a time. When frothy and pale yellow, beat in gradually
and alternately a glassful at a time, a quart of mellow old whiskey, and
a quart of real French brandy. Whip hard, then add the whites of the
eggs beaten till they stick to the dish. Grate nutmeg over the top, and
rub the rims of the serving glasses with lemon or orange rind cut into
the fruit. The glasses should be ice-cold, also the spoons. Fill
carefully so as not to slop the sides, and serve at once.

If wanted for an early morning Christmas celebration, beat up yolks and
sugar the night before, stand on ice along with the liquor, and keep the
unbeaten whites likewise very cold. At morning freshen the yolks a
little, then add the liquor, and at last the whites newly frothed. This
is the only simon-pure Christmas egg nogg. Those who put into it milk,
cream, what not, especially rum, defile one of the finest among
Christmas delights.

_White Egg Nogg_: For invalids, especially fever patients. Whip the
white of a new laid egg as stiff as possible with the least suspicion of
salt. Add to it three heaping spoonfuls of sterilized cream whipped
light, beat in two tablespoonfuls of powdered sugar, then add a gill of
the best French brandy. A variant is to omit the sugar and mix with the
frothed egg and cream more than a gill of vermouth, using French or
Italian, according to taste.

_Apple Toddy_: Wash and core, but do not peel, six large, fair apples,
bake, covered, until tender through and through, put into an earthen
bowl and strew with cloves, mace, and bruised ginger, also six lumps of
Domino sugar for each apple. Pour over a quart of full-boiling water,
let stand covered fifteen minutes in a warm place. Then add a quart of
mellow whiskey, leave standing ten minutes longer, and keep warm. Serve
in big deep goblets, putting an apple or half of one in the bottom of
each, and filling with the liquor. Grate nutmeg on top just at the
minute of serving.

_Hail Storm_: Mix equal quantities of clear ice, broken small, and the
best lump sugar. Cover the mixture fully with good brandy, put in a
shaker, shake hard five minutes, then pour into glasses, and serve with
a fresh mint leaf floating on top.

_Mint Julep_: This requires the best of everything if you would have it
in perfection. Especially the mint and the whiskey or brandy. Choose
tender, quick-grown mint, leafy, not long-stalked and coarse, wash it
very clean, taking care not to bruise it in the least, and lay in a
clean cloth upon ice. Chill the spirits likewise. Put the sugar and
water in a clean fruit jar, and set on ice. Do this at least six hours
before serving so the sugar shall be fully dissolved. Four lumps to the
large goblet is about right--with half a gobletful of fresh cold water.
At serving time, rub a zest of lemon around the rim of each goblet--the
goblets must be well chilled--then half fill with the dissolved sugar,
add a tablespoonful of cracked ice, and stand sprigs of mint thickly all
around the rim. Set the goblets in the tray, then fill up with whiskey
or brandy or both, mixed--the mixture is best with brands that blend
smoothly. Drop in the middle a fresh ripe strawberry, or cherry, or
slice of red peach, and serve at once. Fruit can be left out without
harm to flavor--it is mainly for the satisfaction of the eye. But never
by any chance bruise the mint--it will give an acrid flavor "most
tolerable and not to be endured." To get the real old-time effect, serve
with spoons in the goblets rather than straws. In dipping and sipping
more of the mint-essence comes out--beside the clinking of the spoons is
nearly as refreshing as the tinkle of the ice.

_Lemon Punch_: Bring a gallon of fresh water to a bubbling boil in a
wide kettle, and as it strikes full boil throw into it a tablespoonful
of tea--whatever brand you like best. Let boil one minute--no more, no
less, then strain, boiling hot, upon the juice and thin yellow peel of
twelve large or eighteen small lemons, along with two pounds of lump
sugar. Stir hard until the sugar is dissolved, then add a pint of rum.
Stand on ice twelve to twenty-four hours to blend and ripen. Put a small
block of clear ice in the punch bowl, pour in the punch, then add to it
either Maraschino cherries, or hulled small ripe strawberries, or
pineapple or bananas, peeled and cut in tiny dice--or a mixture of all
these. Serve in chilled punch cups, with after-dinner coffee spoons for
the fruit. The fruit can be left out, and the punch served with
sandwiches the same as iced tea. A wineglass of yellow chartreuse, added
just after the rum, is to many palates an improvement. So is a very
little peach or apricot brandy.

_Punch a la Ruffle Shirts_: This recipe comes down from the epoch of
knee buckles and ruffled shirts, and is warranted to more than hold its
own with any other--even the so-famous "Artillery punch," beloved of
army and navy. To make it, scrub clean and pare thinly the yellow peel
of two dozen oranges and one dozen lemons. Put the pared peel in a deep
glass pitcher and cover it with one quart of brandy, one quart of old
whiskey, one generous pint of Jamaica rum, one tumbler of cherry bounce,
one tumbler of peach liqueur, or else a tumbler of "peach and honey,"
Cover with cloth and let stand three days off ice to blend and ripen.
Meantime squeeze and strain the juice of the oranges and lemons upon
four pounds of best lump sugar, shred a large, very ripe pineapple fine
and put it with another pound of sugar in a separate vessel. Hull half a
gallon of ripe strawberries, cover them liberally with sugar and let
stand to extract the juice. Lacking strawberries, use ripe peaches, or
blackberries or even seeded cherries. Keep the fruit and sugar cool, but
not too cold--just so it will not sour. Upon the third morning strain
the juice of all fruits together, and mix thoroughly. Next make a gallon
of weak green tea, strain it boiling hot upon the liquor and the yellow
peel, stir well, then mix in the fruit juices and sugar, and let stand
uncovered until cool. Chill thoroughly, also chill the wine. Use
whatever sort you prefer--claret, sound and fruity, is good, so is
almost any homemade wine of the first class. American champagne pleases
some palates. But I advise rather claret, or good homemade grape wine.
Put into the punch bowl a block of clear ice, add equal measures of the
mixture and the wine. Let stand half an hour before serving. Put in at
the very last vichy, ice-cold. Thin strips of fresh cucumber peel add a
trifle to flavor and more to looks.

The wine and mixture can be poured together into demijohns and kept for
months, provided they are kept cool. Since the making is rather
troublesome it is worth while to make the full quantity at once and keep
it on hand for emergencies. Commercial liqueurs can take the place of
the homemade ones here set forth. The result may not be quite so
distinctive, but will not be disappointing. Dry sherry is a good
substitute for cherry bounce, likewise apricot brandy, while vermouth or
chartreuse will answer for peach liqueur, which is unlikely to be in
hand unless you are a very old-fashioned housekeeper.

_Peach Liqueur_: Peel a peck of very ripe, very juicy peaches, cut from
the seed, weigh, and pack down in earthen or agate ware with their own
weight in granulated sugar. Crack the seeds, take out the kernels,
blanche the same as almonds, and put to soak in a quart of brandy. Let
stand in sunshine to extract the flavor, a full day. Let the fruit and
sugar stand twenty-four hours, then put over fire in a preserving kettle
and simmer very slowly until the fruit is in rags, adding now and then
enough boiling water to make up for what cooks out. If spices are
approved, simmer with the fruit, a pinch of blade mace, some whole
cloves and half a dozen black pepper corns. This is optional. Strain
without pressing to avoid cloudiness, and mix the juice while still very
hot with the brandy and soaked kernels. Add brandy and kernels, also a
quart of whiskey--there should be a gallon of the fruit juice. Stir hard
so as to blend well. Let cool, and bottle or put in demijohns, taking
care to apportion the kernels equally. They will sink to the bottom,
but the liqueur will fatten on them, getting thereby a delicate almond
fragrance and flavor.

_Strawberry Liqueur_: Wash, hull and mash two gallons of very ripe
strawberries, put over the fire, bring to a quick boil, skim clean, and
simmer for five minutes. Throw in a pint of boiling water, and strain as
for jelly. Measure the juice--for each pint take a pound of sugar,
return to the kettle, simmer fifteen minutes, skimming clean the while,
then take from the fire, measure, and to each quart add a pint of good
whiskey, or whiskey and brandy mixed. Bottle while still hot, and seal.
Small bottles are best. By adding spices to taste while the juice is
simmering you turn the liqueur into strawberry cordial.

_Blackberry Cordial_: Pick over, wash and drain well half a bushel of
very ripe, but sound berries. Mash, add a very little cold water, and
simmer for half an hour, then strain and measure the juice. Put a pound
of sugar to each pint, and to each gallon, a teaspoon of cloves, the
same of allspice, a race of ginger well bruised, a tiny pod of Cayenne
pepper, and a half dozen black pepper corns. Tie the spices loosely in
very thin muslin so they may not be skimmed off. Skim away all froth,
and cook for an hour, keeping the kettle barely boiling. It should
reduce about one-half. Take from the fire and add spirits, either
whiskey or brandy, in the proportion of one to two--two pints cordial to
one of liquor. Let cool uncovered, bottle and cork tight--sealing is
unnecessary. Excellent for convalescents, especially children. To make
it almost a specific for bowel troubles, dig up, and wash clean,
dewberry roots, cut short, and boil in clear water, making a very strong
decoction. Add this to the cordial while still boiling, in proportion of
one to four. Then mix in the spirits. A quart of cordial can be thus
treated medicinally, and the rest kept for ordinary uses.

_Blackberry Wine_: Pick, wash, and mash thoroughly, sound ripe berries,
pour upon each gallon a gallon of freshly-boiling water, and let stand
twenty-four hours. Strain, measure juice, allow three and one-half
pounds sugar to each gallon of it. Put into clean cask or jugs, do not
fill, but leave room for fermentation. Cover mouth or bung-hole with
thin cloth, and let stand in clean warm air for two months. Rack off
into clean vessels, throwing away the lees, and cork or cover close. Fit
for use in another month. Improves with age up to a year.

_Strawberry Wine_: Mash thoroughly clean, hulled, very ripe berries, add
equal bulk of boiling water, let stand six hours, then strain. Put the
strained juice in a preserving kettle with two and a half pounds of
sugar to each gallon. Bring to a boil, skim clean, then pour into clean
vessels, close mouths with thin cloth, and let stand until fermentation
ceases. In a wet season the berries are likely to be so juicy, less
water is required--or more sugar necessary.

_Gooseberry Wine_: Wash and drain dead-ripe gooseberries, mash them
thoroughly with a wooden pestle, and add their own bulk of boiling
water. Let stand thirty-six hours unless the weather is very warm--then
twenty-four will be long enough. Press out all the juice, even though it
runs muddy. Measure, and to each gallon add three pounds down-weight, of
the best lump sugar. Stir well, repeating every day for a week, then
cover with lawn and let stand till fermentation ceases. Cover tight then
and leave standing six weeks longer, so the wine may fatten on the lees.
Back off carefully, filtering the muddy part at the bottom through
several thicknesses of cheese cloth. Put in a clean vessel for two
months longer, then bottle and seal. If the bottles are laid on the
side, and the wine carefully decanted it will show a bright golden
yellow with much the translucence of topaz. It reaches perfection at a
year. Being rather heavy it is improved to many palates by adding
ice-cold vichy after it is in the glasses.

_Grape Wine_: Pick from stems, wash, drain, and mash thoroughly, ripe
sound grapes. Add measure for measure of full-boiling water, and let
stand twelve hours. If very deep color is desired, and the grapes are
black, let stand twenty-four. Strain, measure juice, add to each gallon
three pounds of sugar, stir till dissolved, then put in a clean vessel,
filling it only three-parts, cover the mouth with lawn, and let stand in
clean warm air until fermentation ceases. Close tight then, and let
stand a month longer, then rack off, filter last runnings through triple
cheese cloth, bottle and cork tight. Keep where it is dark and warm,
rather than cool, but away from any sort of taints.

_Muscadine Wine_: Troublesome, but worth the trouble. Wash dead-ripe
muscadines, and pop them one by one, out of the skins. Throw away the
skins, after squeezing all juice from them--if the pulp stood with them
their burning, musky taste would ruin it. Cover it with half its bulk of
boiling water. Let stand a day and night, then strain, and add to each
gallon of juice three pounds of white rock-candy. Stir every day until
the candy dissolves. Cover with cloth until it is through fermenting.
Back off, bottle immediately, and seal, or tie down the corks. The wine
in perfection is a pale pink, very clear, and of a peculiar but
indescribably delicious flavor.

_Fruit Vinegars_: Any sort of acid fruit--as strawberries, raspberries,
gooseberries, currants, black or red, affords a refreshing drink. Pick,
wash, put over the fire to scald--when it has boiled a minute or two add
half as much cold water as fruit, and bring again to a boil. Skim clean,
take from fire and let stand till next day. Strain, then measure juice,
add two to three pounds sugar to the gallon, according to tartness
desired, put over the fire, and simmer for twenty minutes, skimming
clean. Boil in it spices most liked, tied up in thin muslin. If it seems
watery, boil another twenty minutes till the syrup shows rather rich,
then add, after taking from the fire, a quart of cider vinegar for each
gallon of syrup, mix well, bottle while still hot in small bottles, cork
and seal. Mixed half and half with ice water, or poured over finely
broken ice, or as a flavoring to tea, hot or cold, this is refreshing,
particularly in hot weather. Use in tea a spoonful to the cup or glass.

_Boiled Cider_: Reduce new sweet cider one-half by gentle boiling,
skimming it clean as it boils, then bottle, putting a clove or two, a
grain of alspice and a blade of mace in each bottle. Cork, seal and keep
in a cool place. This is especially valuable for use in mincemeat, or
for flavoring sauces for nursery puddings. A variant is to add sugar
towards the last, enough to make a thinnish syrup, which is of itself a
good sauce for simple desserts.




[Illustration: _Paste, Pies, Puddings_]


_The Philosophy of Pie-Crust_: Pie-crust perfection depends on several
things--good flour, good fat, good handling, most especially good
baking. A hot oven, quick but not scorching, expands the air betwixt
layers of paste, and pops open the flour-grains, making them absorb the
fat as it melts, thereby growing crisp and relishful instead of hard and
tough. The lighter and drier the flour the better--in very damp weather
it is best oven-dried, then cooled before mixing. Shortening, whether
lard, butter, or clarified drippings, should be very cold--unless your
recipe demands that it be softened or melted. Milk or water used in
mixing ought to be likewise well chilled, unless the shortening is
soft--in that case match its temperature. The regular rule is half-pint
ice water to the pound of flour, using chilled shortening. If the fat is
semi-fluid the paste must be mixed softer, using say, three parts of a
pint to the pound.

Baking powder or soda and cream tartar, or soda alone with sour cream or
buttermilk for wetting, makes crust light and short with less butter,
therefore is an economy. Genuine puff paste is requisite for the finest
tarts, pies, etc., etc., but light short crust answers admirably for
most things. Sift flour twice or even thrice for any sort of paste. Sift
soda or baking powder well through it, but not salt. Make the salt fine,
drop in the bottom of the mixing bowl, before the last sifting, and mix
lightly through the flour before adding the shortening. Rub in
shortening very lightly, using only the finger-tips--the palms melt or
soften it. Add milk or water, a little at a time, mixing it in with a
broad-bladed knife rather than the hands. Mix lightly--so the paste
barely sticks together. Put in first one-third of the shortening--this,
of course, for puff paste. Half a pound of butter or lard to the pound
of flour makes a very good paste, but to have it in full richness, use
three-quarters of a pound. Wash butter well to remove the salt, and
squeeze out water by wringing it in a well-floured cloth. If there is a
strong taste, or any trace of rancidity, wash well, kneading through and
through, in sweet milk, then rinse out the milk with cold water to which
a little borax has been added. Rinse again in clear cold water--this
should remove ill-flavor without injury to anybody's stomach. But be
very sure the last rinsing is thorough--borax, though wholly harmless,
adds nothing to digestibility.

The end of the repeated rollings out and foldings demanded by real puff
paste is to enclose between the layers of paste as much air as possible.
Hence the chillings between rollings. Hence also the need of pinching
edges well together after foldings, and rolling always _from_ you,
never back and forth. Roll out paste into a long narrow strip after the
first mixing, divide the remaining shortening into three equal portions,
keep very cold, and as needed cut into small bits, which spread evenly
on top of the rolled paste, which must be lightly dredged with flour.
Fold in three evenly, one thickness on another, turn so the folded edges
may be to right and left while rolling, pinch the other edges well
together and roll again into a long strip, moving the rolling-pin always
from you. Repeat until all the butter is used, then set on ice for an
hour to harden. In baking beware opening the oven door until the paste
has risen fully and becomes slightly crusted over.

Baking powder crust must not stand--the gas which aerates it begins
forming and escaping the minute it is wet up. It also requires a hot
oven and delicate handling. Half a pound of shortening and a teaspoon of
baking powder, to the pound of flour, mixed stiff or soft, according to
the consistency of the fat, properly handled and baked, make crust good
enough for anybody.

_French Puff Paste_: This is like the famous little girl--either very
good indeed or horrid. Therefore beware undertaking it until you have
experience or the confidence of absolute ignorance for your help. Either
may take you on to success--when half-knowledge or half-confidence will
spell disaster. You need for it, two pounds, thrice sifted flour, two
pounds well-washed and very cold butter, four egg-yolks well chilled,
and half a pint, more or less, of ice water, also a saltspoon of fine
salt. Rub four ounces of butter lightly into the flour, shape the rest
into a flattish oblong and set on ice. Wet the flour with the egg-yolks
and water, adding them alternately, work smooth, handling as lightly as
possible, then roll out half an inch thick, dredge lightly with flour,
lay on the ball of cold butter, fold paste over it smoothly, flatten
lightly with strokes of the rolling-pin, then roll out as thin as
possible without making the butter break through. Fold again in three,
roll again, as thin as you can. Repeat folding and rolling, then set on
ice half an hour, folding in three. Roll and fold twice again, chill
again for twenty minutes, then give two more rolls and foldings. Chill
if possible before using. If all things have worked well you will have
crust that is an experience.

_Every Day Pie Crust_: One pound flour, six ounces shortening--lard or
clarified dripping, pinch salt, half-pint ice water. Mix flour, salt and
water to a smooth dough, using a broad knife, roll out thin, spread with
a third of the fat, fold in three, roll out again, add another third of
fat, roll, add the last fat, roll again, fold and chill for ten minutes
before using.

_Cobblers_: Make from any sort of fruit in season--peaches, apples,
cherries, plums or berries. Green gooseberries are inadvisable, through
being too tart and too tedious. Stone cherries, pare peaches or apples
and slice thin, halve plums if big enough, and remove stones--if not,
wash, drain well, and use whole. Line a skillet or deep pie pan--it must
be three inches deep at least, liberally with short crust, rolled
rather more than a quarter-inch thick. Fit well, then prick all over
with a blunt fork. Fill with the prepared fruit, put on an upper crust a
quarter-inch thick and plenty big enough, barely press the crust edges
together, prick well with a fork all over the top, and cook in a hot
oven half to three-quarters of an hour, according to size. Take up,
remove top crust, lay it inverted upon another plate, sweeten the hot
fruit liberally, adding if you like, a spoonful of brandy, adding also a
good lump of the best butter. Mix well through the fruit, then dip out
enough of it to make a thick layer over the top crust. Grate nutmeg over
apple pies, or strew on a little powdered cinnamon. A few blades of mace
baked with the fruit accent the apple flavor beautifully. Cherries take
kindly to brandy, but require less butter than either peaches or apples.
Give plums plenty of sugar with something over for the stones. Cook a
few stones with them for flavor, even if you take away the bulk. Do the
same with cherries, using, say, a dozen pits to the pie.

Serve cobbler hot or cold. If hot, serve with it hard brandy sauce, made
by creaming together a cup of sugar, a tablespoonful of butter, then
working in two tablespoonfuls of brandy or good whiskey. Right here is
perhaps the place to say once for all, good whiskey is far and away
better in anything than poor brandy. Thick sweet cream whipped or plain,
sets off cold cobbler wonderfully to the average palate.

_Fried Pies_: To be perfect these must be made of sun-dried peaches,
very bright and sweet, but any sort of sound dried fruit will serve at a
pinch. Soak overnight after washing in three waters, simmer five hours
in the soaking water, with a plate to hold the fruit under, mash and
sweeten while hot, adding spices to taste--cinnamon, nutmeg and grated
lemon peel for apples, cloves and ginger--a bare zest--for peaches or
apricots. Roll out short paste into rounds the size of a small plate,
cover one-half with the fruit, fold over the empty half, pinch well
together around the edges, and fry in deep fat, blazing hot, to a rich
quick brown on both sides. Drain on paper napkins, sprinkling lightly
with sugar. Serve hot or cold. Most excellent for impromptu luncheons or
very late suppers--withal wholesome. A famous doctor said often of them,
"You would be only the better for eating an acre of them."

_Green Apple Pie_: Take apples a little bigger than the thumb's end, cut
off stalks and nibs, and slice crosswise in three, dropping them in
water as sliced to save discoloration. Make a rich syrup--three cups
sugar, one cup water, to four cups sliced fruit. Boil and skim, throw in
the apples, with a blade or so of mace, and cook quickly until preserved
through. Either bake between crust in the common way, or bake crust
crisp after pricking well, and spread with the preserved fruit. Else
make into small turnovers, but bake instead of frying them--and be sure
the oven is hot enough to brown, but not to burn. Or you may make the
green apples into shortcake, putting fruit only between the layers of
crust, and serving with rich sauce or sweetened cream.

_Lemon Custard_: (M. L. Williams.) Separate and beat very light, the
yolks and whites of six eggs. Beat into the yolks very smoothly one
pound of sugar, then half a pound of creamed butter. Mix well, then add
the beaten whites, followed by the strained juice and grated yellow peel
of two large or three small lemons. Beat five minutes longer, pour into
pans lined with puff paste, pop into a hot oven and bake to a bright
brown. Meringue can be added but is not necessary save for ornament.

_Cream Pie_: (M. L. Williams.) Beat three eggs very light with a heaping
cup of sugar, add two cups sifted flour, mix smooth, then put in half a
cup of rich sour cream with half-teaspoon soda dissolved in it. Mix, put
instantly into shallow pans, bake in a quick oven and serve hot with or
without sauce.

_Damson and Banana Tart_: (M. W. Watkins.) An heirloom in the relator's
family, coming down from English forebears. Line an agate or earthen
pie dish two to three inches deep, with very good crust, rolled thin,
but not stretched nor dragged. Cover it with bananas, sliced thin,
lengthwise, strew over three tablespoonfuls of sugar, and a pinch of
grated lemon peel. Sprinkle with a liqueur glass of rum or brandy or
whiskey, then put in a layer of preserved plums--damsons are best--along
with their juice. If there is room repeat the layers--bananas and plums
and seasoning. Cover with a crust rolled fairly thin, prick and bake
three-quarters of an hour in a moderately quick oven. Serve either hot
or cold, preferably hot, with this sauce. One egg beaten very light,
with a cupful of cream, a wineglass of rum, brandy or sherry, and a
larger glass of preserve syrup. Mix over hot water, stirring hard all
the time till it begins to thicken. It must not get too thick.

_Amber Pie_: (Mrs. J. R. Oldham.) Beat yolks of four eggs very light,
with two heaping cups sugar, large spoonful melted butter, rounding
teaspoon sifted flour, cup buttermilk, cup seeded raisins, teaspoon
cinnamon, pinch each of cloves, alspice and nutmeg, two whites of egg
beaten very stiff. Half bake crust, then pour in batter and cook slowly
until done. Cover with meringue made by beating two egg-whites with two
teaspoons cold water, a few grains of salt, and one cup sugar. Add sugar
gradually after eggs are very light. Use at once--it will fall by
standing. Let the meringue barely color in the oven. Serve hot or cold.

_Jelly Pie_: (Louise Williams.) Beat the yolks of four eggs very light,
with a cup of sugar, three-quarters cup creamed butter, and a glass of
jelly, the tarter the better. Add a tablespoonful vanilla and a
dessert-spoonful of sifted cornmeal, then the whites of eggs beaten very
stiff. Bake in crusts--this makes two fat pies. Meringue is
optional--and unnecessary.

_Cheese Cakes_: Beat until very light the yolks of twelve eggs with a
pound of sugar, add to them a tablespoonful cornstarch, then
three-quarters of a pound of butter, washed and creamed. Add also the
strained juice of two lemons, a teaspoonful lemon essence and a
teaspoonful vanilla. Set over boiling water and stir until all
ingredients blend--only thus can you dissolve granulated sugar, which is
best to use, lacking the old-fashioned live open-kettle brown. Keep over
the hot water, stirring well together as you fill the tart shells. They
must be lined with real puff paste, rolled very thin, and nicely fitted.
Set in broad shallow pans, after filling with the batter and bake in a
quick, but not scorching oven. A blanched almond, or bit of citron, or
half a pecan or walnut meat, may be put in each shell before filling. I
prefer though to add such frills by help of the frosting. To make it,
beat six egg-whites with a pinch of salt until they stick to the dish,
add to them a little at a time, three cups granulated sugar boiled with
a cup and a half of water, till it spins a thread. Keep the syrup
boiling while adding it. When it is all in, set the pan of frosting over
boiling water, add six drops lemon juice and beat until stiff enough to
hold shape. It must not touch the water, but have plenty of steam
rising underneath. Frost the tarts rather thickly, and stick either a
shred of citron, a quarter of Maraschino cherry, or half a nut in the
middle. If you like cocoanut flavor, strew freshly grated cocoanut over
while the frosting is soft--it ought to harden inside half an hour. Tiny
pink or green comfits stuck in the middle, or set in threes
triangularly, are very decorative. Indeed, there is no limit but taste
and invention to the manners of making beautiful these tarts. I rather
pride myself upon them, since they have been enthusiastically praised by
folk who have eaten all around the world, and set above the best of
French confections by a man ten years resident in Paris, whose wife is
held to be the most skilled amateur cook in New York.

Grated cocoanut or raw grated apple stirred into the batter before
baking, varies the cheese cakes--and to some palates improves it. I
myself find nothing quite to equal the cheese cake of my
childhood--which had a full pound of butter to the pound of sugar, and
no frills of frosting, though strips of citron were often latticed over
the pans after the crust was in. Prick crust always very well before
filling--thus the tarts will be shapely instead of caricatures.

_Sweet Potato Custard_: Boil tender two large or four medium sweet
potatoes, peel, free of strings, and mash fine. Add to the pulp half a
pound of creamed butter, mix well, then add gradually five cups sugar,
alternately with five whole eggs. Beat smooth, add the juice of three
lemons, a tablespoonful lemon essence, and a scant pint of very rich
milk. Use less milk if the potatoes are very soft. Beat smooth and pour
into pie pans lined with good crust. Bake brown in a quick oven, but do
not over-bake. Lest the proportion of sugar may seem excessive, let it
be said here that sweet potatoes require more sugar for sweetening than
anything save crabapples or green gooseberries.

_Sweet Potato Pie_: Line a deep pie pan with short crust rolled a
quarter-inch thick, fill it with raw sweet potatoes, peeled and sliced
thin. Add to them, for a pan of medium size, three cups sugar, a cup of
butter, cut in bits, mace, cloves and nutmeg to taste, half a cup cold
water and half a cup good whiskey or sherry. Cover with a crust an
eighth-inch thick, prick well, also cut a tiny cross in middle, and bake
in a hot, but not scorching oven, three-quarters of an hour--a full hour
if the pan is large. Turning another pan, fitting the rim over, helps to
make the baking sure and even. Remove the cover pan ten minutes before
taking up. Serve hot. This requires no sauce.

_Apple Custard_: Beat four eggs very light with three cups sugar, one
cup butter, cup and a half rich milk--the richer the better. Stir in at
the very last, one quart grated apple, flavor with nutmeg or vanilla,
and bake in crusts. If wanted richer, dot raisins seeded and soaked in
whiskey, or shred citron over the top before baking.

_Molasses Pie_: (M. W. Watkins.) Cream well together one large cup
granulated sugar, and one heaping tablespoonful of butter, add when very
light the well-beaten yolks of three eggs, and a large cup of rich
molasses. Flavor with one teaspoonful grated nutmeg, then beat in, at
the very last, the whites of the eggs frothed as stiff as possible. Bake
in pans lined with rich crust until firm. Meringue can be added, but the
pies do not need it.

_Mystery Pie_: (Louise Williams.) Beat separately very light, the yolks
and whites of four eggs. Beat with the yolks a cup and a half of sugar,
three heaping tablespoonfuls of butter, two teaspoonfuls mixed spices,
either beaten or powdered fine, one cup of tart dark jelly, one cup
blackberry jam, and one cup sweet milk. Add last of all the egg-whites,
mix in well, then pour in pans lined with rich paste, and bake until
firm.

_Butter Scotch Pie_: (Leslie Fox.) Beat light two egg-yolks with one
scant cup dark brown sugar, one tablespoonful creamed butter, and two
tablespoonfuls flour. Mix smooth, then add gradually one cup rich milk,
put in double boiler, and cook until thick. Let cool, flavor with
vanilla, then pour into rich crusts, previously well-baked, cover with
meringue made from the egg-whites, set in oven to harden, and serve hot
or cold.

_Raspberry Cream Pie_: (Leslie Fox.) Line a deepish pie pan with very
rich crust, spread the crust thickly with red raspberry jam, then pour
upon it raw, a custard made from two eggs beaten well with one cup of
milk, and one tablespoonful sugar. Bake until custard is well set, let
cool, and spread with whipped cream. Serve cold as possible.

_Rhubarb Pie_: To a generous quart of rhubarb, peeled and cut up, put
three cups sugar, the pulp scooped from three sweet oranges, thin bits
of the yellow peel, two blades of mace broken small, and a scant
half-cup of cold water. Cover the pan and set for thirty minutes in a
hot oven--uncover then and cook for five minutes longer. The result is a
sweet excellent for many uses--as a sauce, as a substitute for
marmalade, as the foundation of pies, tarts, shortcakes, even as a
filling for layer cake.

Make pies from it with two crusts, or with lattice crusts as usual. Make
it into tarts, into turnovers or put between hot buttered layers for a
hurry-up shortcake. But if you wish to know how excellent such rhubarb
can be, make it thus into meringue pies or tarts. Bake the crusts after
pricking them well, cover thinly with either good meringue or the
frosting directed for cheesecakes, let it harden, then at the minute of
serving cover with a thin layer of the prepared rhubarb--the meringue or
frosting will stay crisp until eaten if you work quickly enough. Young
unpeeled tender rhubarb gives a pink sauce--older stalks peeled furnish
a translucent green. Either is sufficiently decorative. They can be made
more so, if the tarts they appear on, have a cherry or preserved
strawberry dropped in the middle of them.

_Banana Pie_: Line a deepish earthen pie dish with thin, very good
crust, fill it three parts with bananas, sliced crosswise very thin.
Cover them thickly with sugar, add the strained juice of a large lemon,
dot with bits of butter, put on a lattice crust, and bake in a quick
oven twenty-five minutes.

_Banana Pudding_: Slice very thin, crosswise, three medium size bananas,
sprinkle thickly with sugar, then add to a batter made by beating up
four egg-yolks and two whites, with one cup crumbled rich stale cake,
half-cup sugar, cup very rich milk, and the juice of a large lemon. Mix
smooth, pour into a deep pudding dish, and bake in a quick oven, then
cover with meringue made from the egg-whites left out, beaten up with a
small pinch of salt, two teaspoons cold water, and six tablespoonfuls of
sugar. Return to the oven and let barely color. Serve hot or cold.

_Sweet Potato Pudding_: Beat four eggs very light with four cups sugar
and one cup creamed butter. Add a cupful of very rich milk, mix smooth,
then add one pint of raw grated sweet potato. Mix well, pour into a deep
earthen dish and set in hot oven. As soon as a brown crust forms on top,
stir it down. Repeat this three times at least. Serve hot, with either
wine sauce or a rich sugar and butter sauce, flavored with lemon. It is
best not to flavor the pudding proper, so one may get undiminished the
zest of the brown crust stirred through it.

_Poor Man's Pudding_: Take for each person to be served, a fresh egg, a
tablespoonful sifted flour, and half a cup very rich milk. Add a pinch
of salt for each six eggs. Separate the eggs, beating yolks and whites
very light. Mix yolks gradually with the flour and milk, taking care to
have no lumps. Fold in the stiffly beaten whites at the very last--if
the batter is too thick add a little more milk. Pour into a deep pan,
and bake in a quick oven. It must be taken up the moment it is done or
it will fall, and be ruined. Serve immediately, with a sauce made by
working together over hot water three cups sugar, one cup butter, half a
cup boiling water, cup fruit juice, wine or whiskey, with any flavoring
approved. The sauce cannot be made too rich, the pudding should be a
pale clear yellow, as light as a puff, and cutting easily with a spoon.
It is not "true to name" in these days of costly eggs, but deserved it
in the pioneer epoch which originated it.

_Boiled Batter Pudding_: Make the same batter as above, only putting in
a teaspoonful baking powder. Stir well through it three cups seeded
raisins, wet in whiskey and very well floured. Tie up in a newly-scalded
floured pudding bag, pop in a kettle of boiling water, keep it full,
with more boiling water, and cook from an hour to an hour and a half,
according to size. Serve very hot with plenty of very rich sweet sauce
highly flavored, and be sure to warm your knife or spoon before cutting
into the pudding.

_Apple Pudding_: (M. W. Watkins.) Core and peel half a dozen tart
apples, slice crosswise, put the slices in layers in a deep dish with
plenty of sugar, butter in reason, cinnamon and a very little water.
Pour over a batter made thus: one egg beaten light with half a cup
sugar, butter the size of a walnut, half a cup milk, pinch of salt,
flour enough to make thick enough for layer cake, with a teaspoonful
baking powder sifted through. Spread batter smooth, dot with bits of
butter on top, and bake in a brisk, but not scorching oven, half an
hour or longer if needed--the apples must be thoroughly cooked. Serve
hot or cold--preferably hot, with hard sauce or wine sauce.

_Apple Dumplings_: Pare and core half a dozen tart apples, stick three
cloves in each, fill the core-spaces full of very sweet hard sauce,
stick a sliver of mace in the sauce, then set each apple on a round of
good short paste, and work the paste up over it, joining the edges neat
and trig. Set close in a pan just big enough, pour around a half cup of
sugar melted in a cup of water with a little butter and lemon juice.
Cover the pan and cook quickly until done--then uncover, brown, take up
and serve piping hot with a very rich hard sauce.

_Crumb Pudding_: (Anne McVay.) Soak a cup of dry grated bread crumbs in
half a pint of milk until soft, add then the well-beaten yolks of two
eggs, half a cup sugar, tablespoonful butter, and another half-pint
milk. Flavor with lemon, vanilla or brandy, as preferred. Bake until
firm in a quick, but not scorching hot oven, cover with meringue made
from the egg-whites and half a cup of sugar. Barely color the meringue.
Let cool, and serve with either whipped or sweetened cream, or a fruit
sauce. Good without any sauce.

_Blackberry Mush_: (Leslie Fox.) Wash after picking a quart of fresh,
very ripe blackberries, put them on with barely enough water to save
from burning, bring to a good boil, and skim clean, then add gradually
almost two pounds of flour, or cornstarch well wet with cold water, also
sugar to taste. Cook, stirring often till the mass looks thick and
glossy, pour into your pudding dish, let cool, chill thoroughly, and
serve with cream either plain, or whipped, or sweetened.

_Peach Pudding_: Beat light one egg, with half a cup sugar, two
tablespoonfuls melted butter, three-quarters cup flour, one cup sour
cream, one teaspoon soda dissolved in one teaspoonful cold water, and
two cups very ripe peaches, peeled and sliced thin. Bake quickly and
serve when very hot with a rich hard or a wine sauce.

_Ginger Pudding_: Beat three eggs very light with two cups sugar, a
large cup rich black molasses, three-quarters cup butter, creamed,
tablespoon ginger beaten fine. Half a cup rich sour cream, half a cup
boiling water with teaspoon soda dissolved in it, add flour enough to
make a thickish batter, pour into deep greased pan, and bake quickly.
Serve hot with rich sauce that is flavored with some orange juice and
peel.

_Nesselrode Pudding_: (Mrs. H. Barker.) Boil together three cups sugar,
one cup water until the syrup ropes. Beat it boiling hot into the yolks
of six eggs previously beaten very light. Fold in the stiffly beaten
whites, then add box Cox's gelatine dissolved in warm water, one cup
raisins, seeded, steamed and soaked in sherry or whiskey, one cup of
nuts rolled small, else one cup of crumbled macaroons, or a cup of both
mixed. Finish with enough thick cream to make a full gallon, pack in
salt and ice, freeze and let stand long enough to ripen.

_Thanksgiving Pudding_: (Mrs. J. O. Cook.) Beat light the yolks of four
eggs with one cup sugar, two tablespoonfuls creamed butter, and one cup
of stale cake crumbs, soaked in eight tablespoonfuls whiskey. Mix well,
then add one cup raisins, seeded and floured, one cup nut meats, cut
small. Beat smooth and bake until set, then cover with meringue. Serve
with whipped cream or any sauce preferred. Milk can take the place of
whiskey, and preserves replace raisins.

_Real Christmas Pudding_: Toast a pint of fine breadcrumbs to a good
brown without burning, pour on them half a cup of strong, clear black
coffee, and let stand till soft.

Beat six egg-yolks very light with two cups of yellow sugar and one of
creamed butter, add the soaked crumbs and mix very smooth. Meantime,
soak a cup of raisins, seeded and halved, a cup of clean currants, a cup
of shredded citron, a cup of nut meats broken small, in a tumbler of
sherry, a tumbler of rum, and wineglass of apricot brandy. Add the fruit
when well soaked to the eggs and sugar, putting in any surplus liquors.
Mix in gradually a teaspoonful of cinnamon, the same of cloves and
allspice, half a cup of preserved ginger sliced very thin, and a very
tiny dusting of black pepper and paprika. Beat smooth, then fold in the
stiffly beaten egg-whites alternately with a cup of browned flour. If
too thick to stir handily thin with a little milk or boiling water. Pour
into a clean pudding bag, freshly scalded, leaving room for the pudding
to swell, put in a deep kettle of boiling water, and boil for five
hours, filling up the kettle as needed with boiling water so as not to
check the cooking. Make several days beforehand, and boil an extra hour
upon Christmas day. Serve in a blaze of brandy, with a very rich sauce,
either fruit or wine flavored.

_Pudding Sauce_: (Mrs. Barbara Clayton.) Beat together until very light,
one cup white sugar, one cup creamed butter, and the yolks of three
eggs. Beat the egg whites very stiff with another cup of sugar, add to
the yolks and butter, beat hard together, then put in double boiler and
cook until thick. Put two wineglasses of good whiskey in a bowl, pour
the hot sauce upon it, and whip hard until light.




[Illustration: _Creole Cookery_]


Exotics rarely flower in native splendor after transplanting. Milly was
the exception, proving the rule. Bred in New Orleans, steeped in its
atmosphere, its traditions, a cook of degree, and daughter of a cook to
whom, though past middle age, she paid the most reverent homage, she yet
kept her magic touch amid the crush and hurly-burly of New York town,
albeit she never grew acclimated nor even content. This in spite of a
mistress she adored--in virtue of having served her ten years down in
the home city. When at last Milly went back to her own, there was
wailing amongst all of us, who had eaten her cooking, but the mistress
smiled, rather sadly, to be sure, saying: "I could not beg her to
stay--she was so unhappy here."

Milly never had quite a free hand--New York markets know not many things
familiar to those of the Crescent City. Notwithstanding, she was a
liberal education in blended flavors, in the delights, the surprises of
the Creole kitchen. Tall and slim, of a golden-brown complexion, neat to
the point of austerity, trim and self-contained, sight of her somehow
gave an added piquancy to her dishes. She did not make friends readily,
but the comradery of cooking induced her to more than tolerate me. "I
don't say I kin cook--but my mother can," she often told me--smiling
proudly the while, with the buzzing praises of _gourmets_ sounding in
her ears. She could never tell you how she made her ambrosial
dishes--but if you had my luck to be _persona gratis_ she could and did
show you, to the queen's taste.

I shall write only whereof I know--not by any means a compend of Creole
cookery. Indeed, a lifetime is hardly enough to eat of all its
specially excellent dishes. It seems to me from this scant experience,
one general principle runs through all. It is the blending of
proportioned flavors, achieved through long and gentle cooking. Milly
said she let things "sob," a mistake I dare say, for the old-time "sod,"
past participle of "seethe." But I by no means speak with authority--my
deduction is from the premise of fifty dinners, each it seemed to me
uniquely excellent. After this prelude come we to specific recipes.

_Court Bouillon_: (Pronounced "Coubare.") Milly sighed for Redfish or
Red Snapper but made shift with halibut or any other firm fine-grained
fish perfectly fresh. Take three pounds of it, wash very clean, and cut
in six equal slices with a very sharp knife. There must be no rags and
tatters. Melt a heaping tablespoonful of lard in a deep kettle, add to
it gradually two tablespoonfuls flour, stirring hard so it shall not
burn. Throw into it a dozen pounded alspice, three sprigs each of thyme,
parsley, bay leaf and sweet marjoram chopped fine, one small clove of
garlic, one large onion also chopped fine, and either six large fresh
tomatoes, chopped small, or half a can--those from glass are best. Pour
in a large glass of claret, add a quart of boiling water, and bring all
to a very brisk boil. Cook for five minutes, then add salt and Cayenne
pepper to taste. Boil five minutes longer, then lay in the fish slices
one at a time, following them with the strained juice of a lemon. Boil
hard twenty minutes longer. Serve hot.

To make _Court Bouillon a la Espagnole_, stir together as above, lard
and flour, taking care to have them smooth, add a large onion, six
tomatoes, clove of garlic, sprigs of sweet basil and thyme, all chopped
fine, along with two whole bay leaves. Brown all nicely, taking care not
to burn, then add a quart of boiling water, bring to a boil and cook two
or three minutes. Have six thick slices of fine, firm fresh fish, rub
them well over with salt and pepper, lay in a dish and pour over a large
cup of white wine boiling hot. Vinegar answers, but wine is better. Lay
the fish slices in the pot, handling carefully, add the wine, and
simmer until tender--about half an hour commonly. Take up carefully so
as not to break, lay in a deepish dish, remove bay leaves from the gravy
and pour over the fish. Finish with a garnish of sliced lemon, and serve
with either boiled rice or whole boiled potatoes.

_Bouillabaisse_: While time endures New Orleans will plume itself upon
this dish which drew from Thackeray a world-famous tribute. "In New
Orleans you can eat a Bouillabaisse, the like of which was never eaten
in Marseilles or Paris." Which is much, very much, from the laureate of
Bouillabaisse, as native to Marseilles. The reason of superiority is not
far to seek--it lies in the excellence and flavor of the fish native to
the Gulf of Mexico. Lacking Pompano, Red Snapper, and Redfish, even
Milly could not quite do her knowledge justice. But she made shift with
what the market offered, choosing generally halibut, with fresh cod, or
bluefish, or sea trout. Two kinds of fish in equal quantity are
imperative. The better, finer and firmer the fish, the better the
Bouillabaisse. Cut each sort in six equal slices, saving trimmings,
heads, etc. Boil them in three pints of water, with a sliced onion, and
a bouquet of herbs, until reduced to one pint. Remove fish-heads and
herbs, then strain the stock, and set aside until needed. Meantime rub
the fish over very well with salt and pepper, then with a mixture made
by mincing very fine three bay leaves, three sprigs each of thyme and
parsley, three cloves of garlic, and six allspice pounded to powder. Rub
the mixture in well and thoroughly--here is the key to success. The
seasoning must go through and through the fish. Put into a very wide
pan, two tablespoonfuls of olive oil, heat it gently, add two mild
onions, chopped and let them cook a little without browning. Now lay in
the fish, slice by slice, so one slice does not touch another, cover the
pan, and let the slices smother for about ten minutes, turning them
once, so as to cook each side partly. Take up, lay separately in a large
dish, pour half a bottle of white wine into the pan, and stir hard. Add
six large, fresh tomatoes, sliced very thin, let boil a few minutes,
then half a lemon, also in very thin slices, and a pint of the fish
stock strained. Season well, with salt, pepper, and Cayenne--here the
palate is guide. Boil all together until reduced almost one half, then
lay in the fish slices, taking care they do not touch, and boil briskly
for five minutes. While the boiling goes on, chop fine a pinch of
saffron, put it in a small, deep dish, and mix smooth with a spoonful of
the boiling liquor. Dissolve the saffron very well, and when the fish
has cooked its allotted five minutes, spread the saffron on top of the
fish. Fry in butter as many slices of toast as you have slices of
fish--lay the fish on the toast, pour the sauce over it, and serve
immediately, very hot.

_Shrimps_: The secret of cooking shrimps is to boil them properly--that
is to say in very salt water, almost brine. They take up salt only in
the boiling, and not so much then. To five quarts of very salt water add
a large bunch of celery, chopped, roots, leaves and all, two dozen
allspice, one dozen cloves, two blades of mace, a bouquet of herbs
chopped small, a pod of red pepper, and a seasoning of Cayenne. Boil
until the strength of herbs and seasoning is extracted, then throw in a
hundred shrimps--river shrimps are best--let boil hard ten minutes, take
from fire and allow the shrimps to cool in the brine. Serve as a relish
before dinner, on a bed of cracked ice, with a garnish of parsley.

_Baked Shrimp_: Cut the eyes from a dozen large, meaty tomatoes, scoop
out the pulp, leaving the shells whole, then mix it with one hundred
shrimps boiled as directed and picked from their shells, one cup grated
bread crumbs or fine cracker crumbs, and one heaping tablespoon of
butter. Stew all together, seasoning with pepper and salt, fill the
tomato shells with the mixture, sift fine crumbs on top, dot with
butter, put in a pan, with a very little hot water in the bottom, and
bake until done in a quick but not scorching oven.

_Shrimp Pie_: Boil and pick from shells one hundred shrimps, mix well
with two large slices stale bread free of crust, moistened with two
glasses white wine, and highly seasoned with salt, pepper, Cayenne,
nutmeg, mace, chopped thyme and parsley. Crisp the bread crusts, and
grate over the mixture after it is packed in a deep dish. Dot well with
butter, and bake in a hot oven. Serve with a sauce made by cooking
together a pint of boiled shrimps, a tablespoonful of butter, five
chopped tomatoes, a little celery, thyme, parsley and bay leaf, also
chopped. Cook three to four minutes, then add half a pint of oyster
liquor, boil up, and serve very hot.

_Shrimp Salad_: Boil, and pick from shells--if large cut in half,
otherwise leave whole. Season well with salt and pepper, then mix well
with crisp celery, chopped fine with a very little onion. Heap in salad
dish, cover with a good mayonnaise, and garnish with sliced hard-boiled
eggs, sliced lemon, sliced beets, and celery tips.

_Fried Soft-Shell Crabs_: Wash always in cold water--hot water spoils
the flavor. Remove all sand, also the sand-bag between the eyes, the
apron, and the spongy growths under the side points. Rinse well again in
cold water, and dry thoroughly with a clean towel. Season a pint of rich
milk well with pepper and salt. Season the crabs also, lay them in the
milk, rubbing them so that it may impregnate them throughout. Take out,
roll in sifted flour, patting lightly as you roll, then shaking free of
loose flour. Have deep fat, very hot--it must be deep enough to swim the
crabs. Drop them in gently, fry to a delicate brown, skim out, drain on
hot spongy paper, and serve garnished with fried parsley, and sliced
lemon. Serve with Tartare sauce.

_Daube: Otherwise Beef a la Mode_: Take five pounds good lean beef, rump
or top round, and lard it with a quarter pound salt pork or fat bacon,
cut in thin strips and season highly with salt, pepper, onion, garlic,
thyme, parsley, and bay leaves, all minced fine. Crowd in the seasoning
as well as the larding strips. Make the cuts for larding three to four
inches long. Cut two large, mild onions in quarters, and put into a
deep saucepan with a tablespoonful of lard, let them brown well, then
lay upon them the larded beef, cover, and let simmer very slowly till
well browned. When browned add five carrots and two turnips cut into
inch-squares, and two more onions chopped fine. Keep covered tight, and
simmer for ten minutes, then turn over the meat, and brown the other
side--it will take about ten minutes more. Then cover the meat with
boiling water, or weak stock, add a glass of sherry or Madeira, or even
claret, season with salt, black pepper, and Cayenne to taste, then cover
the pot tight, set it where it will barely simmer and let smother for
three hours. The meat should be very tender. Serve hot or cold.

_Cold Daube a la Creole_: Lard, season, and cook, three pounds of rump
or round as above directed, but keep it simmering four hours instead of
three. Put into a deep dish rather large and pour over it a sauce made
thus: Put a two-pound veal steak and two well-cleaned pigsfeet, in a
pot with, four quarts of water, after seasoning them well with salt,
pepper and Cayenne. Add half a clove garlic, bay leaf, sprig thyme, one
onion, all minced fine, also two cloves pounded, and a glass of sherry
or Madeira. Keep boiling till the meat falls from the bones--take up
then, remove bones, mince the meat fine, season it highly and return to
the liquor, stirring it well through. Pour over the beef, let stand
uncovered in a very cool place to harden. Serve in very thin slices--it
will be like jelly. This is a cold-weather dish, as even an ice-box will
not harden the sauce properly in summer.

_Grillades with Gravy_: Flatten by beating a good round steak, and cut
into four-inch-squares. Season the squares highly with salt, pepper, and
Cayenne. Put a heaping tablespoon of lard in a frying pan--as it melts,
add a chopped onion, a clove of garlic also chopped, and as these brown,
one tablespoonful of flour, stirring all smooth. Next add two sliced
tomatoes with their juice--when they brown, lay the grillades upon them.
Cover close, let them brown on one side, then turn and brown the other.
Then add half a tablespoonful of vinegar, and a cup of water. Stir well,
then set where it will simmer for half an hour. Fine for breakfast with
hominy or rice.

Another way is to cook the grillades without garlic, and add to them
along with the tomatoes half a pint of tender okra well washed and
sliced. Or they can be fried brown, in clear fat, then put in a hot dish
over boiling water while a gravy is made of fresh fat, heated very hot,
and stirred about the pan to take up the brown meat essence, a chopped
onion, two sliced tomatoes, a tablespoonful flour, as much vinegar and
water. Season to taste with salt, pepper, and Cayenne, boil ten to
twelve minutes and pour over the grillades.

_Chicken Saute a la Creole_: Clean, singe and cut in joints two spring
chickens, dividing the breasts lengthwise, and cutting drumsticks from
thighs. Season well with salt and pepper. Melt in a frying pan two large
tablespoonfuls butter, add the chicken, and let it brown slowly for
five minutes. Have three large onions sliced thin--add them and let
brown but take care not to scorch in the least. Dredge in two
tablespoonfuls flour, and let it brown. Then put in half a dozen large
tomatoes peeled and sliced, let them brown but cook slowly, letting the
pan barely simmer. Add chopped parsley, thyme and bay leaf, also two
cloves of garlic finely minced, and if you have them, half a dozen sweet
green peppers, freed of seed and cut in shreds. Stir well, cover and let
smother for twenty minutes, stirring now and then, but keeping the pan
covered. Add a cup of consomme if in hand, otherwise a cup of boiling
water, cook very slowly a full half hour, seasoning to taste. After
seasoning, cook ten minutes longer. Serve very hot.

_Roasted Quail_: Take six quail, fat, fresh and tender, pick, draw,
singe, and wipe with a damp cloth inside and out. Butter inside, and
sprinkle with salt and pepper lightly. Butter all over the outside,
truss, and bind around with a thin slice of fat bacon. Put a
tablespoonful of butter in the roasting pan, fit in the quail, and
roast in a hot oven twenty to thirty minutes, according to size. Put six
slices of hot buttered toast in a hot dish, and lay a quail on each. Add
half a spoonful of butter, a little boiling water, and the juice of a
lemon to the gravy in the pan, cook three to four minutes, stirring
well, strain, set back on stove to cook two minutes longer, then pour
evenly upon the breasts of the birds so it will soak in the toast.
Garnish with sliced lemon and watercress, and serve with green grape
jelly. If grape leaves are to be had, wrap the birds in them instead of
bacon, after preparing as directed, roast, take up on toast, garnish
with fresh young grape leaves, and serve with either spiced grapes or
grape jelly.

_Creole French Dressing_: Put three tablespoonfuls of olive oil in a
deep, small bowl, add to it a saltspoon salt and half one of
pepper--more if taste approves. Add alternately drop by drop, a
teaspoonful of made mustard, and a tablespoonful vinegar. When well
mixed, add the yolk of a hard-boiled egg, mashed very smooth, and stir
until blended. Serve with lettuce, celery or potato salad.

_Mayonnaise Dressing_: Chill a small bowl, also a fresh egg, and your
salad oil. Put the yolk of the egg in the bowl--which if it is summer,
should sit in cracked ice. Add drop by drop chilled oil, working it in
as you drop it. When you have added a spoonful begin dropping in lemon
juice, working it likewise into the yolk. It will harden the egg--stir
till very hard, then add more oil, drop by drop, working it in with a
fork. Repeat, until you have used the juice of half a lemon, and two
gills of oil. When the egg begins to curdle add salt and pepper to
taste--but do not put them in until the last. Keep and serve very cold.

_Remoulade Dressing_: Put three hard boiled egg-yolks into a bowl, mash
smooth, add to them half a teaspoonful made mustard, one tablespoonful
Tarragon vinegar, with salt and Cayenne to taste. Next add, drop by
drop, three tablespoonfuls olive oil, after which put in the yolk of a
raw egg, and stir until light. Finish with the juice of half a lemon,
added very gradually. Much depends on the mixing--if hurried or
carelessly done, the sauce will curdle. This is standard for cold meat
of every sort, also heavy salads, and fish.

_Drip Coffee_: Two things are essential--an absolutely clean urn, and
sound coffee, freshly parched, and ground neither too fine nor too
coarse. The water must be freshly boiled. Put a cup of ground coffee in
the strainer, pour upon it about two tablespoonfuls of boiling water,
let it stand until the water drips through and there is no more
bubbling, then pour on more water, but not too much, let it drip,
keeping both the strainer and the spout covered to prevent the loss of
aroma. Repeat until you have used almost five cups of water--this for
four cups of strained coffee, as the grounds hold part of the water.
Keep the pot hot while the dripping goes on, but never where the coffee
will boil. If it dyes the cups it is too strong, but beware of making
too weak.

_Bruleau_: Put into the special bruleau bowl, which has its own brandy
ladle, three ladlefuls of brandy, along with the yellow peel of half an
orange, a dozen cloves, a stick of cinnamon, a few grains of alspice and
six lumps of sugar. Let stand several hours to extract the essential
oils. At serving time put in an extra ladleful of brandy for every
person to be served, and two lumps of domino sugar. Pour alcohol in the
tray underneath the bowl, light it, and stir the brandy back and forth
until it also catches from the flame below. Let burn two or three
minutes--if the lights have been extinguished as they should be, the
effect is beautifully spectral. After the three minutes pour in strong,
hot, clear, black coffee, a small cupful for each person, keep stirring
until the flame dies out, then serve literally blazing hot. This "burnt
water" known in more sophisticated regions as _Cafe Diabolique_,
originated in New Orleans, and is the consummate flowering of Creole
cookery.




[Illustration: _Cakes, Great and Small_]


The very queen among cake makers sums her secret of success in a
sentence: "The best of everything." Cake will never be better than the
things whereof it is made, no matter how skilled the maker. But it can
be, and too often is, dismally worse, thus involving a waste of heaven's
good gifts of sugar, butter, eggs, flour and flavors. Having the best at
hand, use it well. Isaac Walton's direction for the bait, "Use them as
though you loved them," applies here as many otherwheres. Unless you
love cake-making, not perhaps the work, but the results, you will never
excell greatly in the fine art. Better buy your cake, or hire the making
thereof, else swap work with some other person better gifted in this
special branch.

Here are a few cardinal helps. Have the eggs very cold, butter soft but
not oily, flour dry and light--sun or oven-dry it in muggy weather. Sift
it three times for ordinary cakes, twice for tea cakes, and so on, four
to five times for very light things, sponge cake, angel's food, and
measure it before sifting, and don't forget the needed amount--then you
will be in no danger of putting in too much or too little. Always put a
pinch of fine salt in the bottom of the mixing bowl, which ought to be
freshly scalded and wiped very dry. A damp bowl clogs with either sugar
or flour, making the stirring much harder. Unless specifically directed
otherwise, separate the eggs, set the whites on ice till time to whip
them, beat the yolks very, very light--to a pale, frothy yellow, add the
sugar, free of lumps, a cupful at a time, then the butter washed and
beaten to a creamy froth, beat hard together for five minutes, then add
alternately the flour and the egg-whites beaten to the stiffest possible
froth. Add a pinch of salt as beating begins, and if the egg supply is
scant, a teaspoonful of cold water to each white. This will increase the
quantity, and help to make the cake lighter, as it is the air-bubbles
imprisoned in the froth which give it its raising virtue. Add fruit and
flavoring last thing. Fruit should be well floured but never clotted. If
batter appears to be too stiff a little whiskey thins it excellently,
and helps to make it lighter. Put in two tablespoonfuls to six eggs,
using more in proportion. Rose water or a liqueur have the same effect
but give their own flavor--which whiskey does not.

If strong butter needs must be used, it can be mitigated to a degree, by
washing and kneading well in cold water barely dashed with chloride of
lime solution, then rinsing well in cold water, and afterward in sweet
milk. The milk may be half water. Rinse it out clean. Let the butter
soften well before undertaking to cream it. A stout, blunt wooden spoon
is the best for creaming, along with a deep bowl very narrow at the
bottom. Grease deep cake tins plentifully, with either lard or
butter--using only the best. For heavy cakes such as fruit, spice and
marble cake, line them with double thicknesses of buttered paper and
either set shallow pans of water in the oven while baking or stand the
pans themselves in other pans with a quarter inch of water in the
bottoms. If cakes brown too fast, open the oven door, a trifle, and lay
over the pan a thick, well buttered paper until the oven cools. Never
jar the oven while cake is baking in it--neither by banging the doors,
nor dumping heavy vessels on top of it. Beware likewise slamming kitchen
doors, or bumping things about in the room. Fine cake demands as many
virtues of omission as of commission. Indeed the don'ts are as essential
as the doings.

Layer cakes need to be mixed thinner than deep ones. The batter must run
freely. Half fill the tins and set in a hot oven, taking care not to
scorch before rising is finished. Butter tins very freely--it is
economy in the end. Be sure the tins sit level in the oven--thus you
escape an ungainly final loaf. Get filling ready as baking goes forward
so as to put your layers together while still warm and pliable. Let cool
before frosting, so as to trim sides smooth. Take care fillings are not
too watery, also that they are mixed smooth. Spread evenly, and press
down a layer firmly all over, before putting filling on top. Layers
simplify greatly the problem of baking, but to my mind, no layer cake,
not even the famous Lady Baltimore, is equal to a fine deep loaf, well
frosted, and meltingly rich throughout.

_Pound Cake_: (Aunt Polly Rives) Take ten fresh eggs, their weight in
fresh butter, white sugar, and thrice sifted flour. Separate the eggs,
beat yolks to a cream-yellow, add the sugar, cupful at a time, beat
hard, then the butter creamed to a froth, then half the flour, then two
wineglasses of whiskey or brandy or good sherry or rose water, beat hard
five minutes, then add the rest of the flour, taking care not to pack
it in the handling. Beat fifteen minutes longer, then fold in with long
strokes, the egg-whites beaten with a good pinch of salt until they
stick to the dish. Barely mix them through the batter, then pour it into
deep pans, or ovens, lined with double greased papers. The vessels also
must be well buttered. Bake with quick heat, letting the cake rise well
before browning. Slack heat when it is a very light brown, and cook
until a straw thrust to the bottom comes out clean. Turn out upon a
thick, folded cloth, cover with another thinner cloth, and let cool.
Frost when cool, either with the boiled frosting directed for
cheesecakes (See Chapter on Paste, Pies and Puddings) or with plain
frosting made thus. Beat three egg-whites well chilled to the stiffest
possible froth with a pinch of salt, and a very little cold water. Add
to them gradually when thus beaten a pound of sugar sifted with a
teaspoonful of cream of tartar. Mix very smooth, and apply with a
broad-bladed knife, dipping it now and then in cold water to keep the
frosting smooth. It should dry a quarter-inch thick and be delicious
eating. Frosted cake keeps fresh three times as long as that left naked.

_Spice Cake_: Cream a coffee cup of well washed butter, with two cups
yellow sugar and one cup black molasses. Add to it one after the other,
seven egg-yolks, beating hard between. When all are in, add one
tablespoonful whiskey, or brandy, one teaspoonful grated chocolate,
teaspoonful each of powdered cloves, allspice, ginger, mace, and
cinnamon, a grated nutmeg, and half a saltspoonful of powdered black
pepper. Add also a pinch of salt, and the barest dusting of paprika. If
whiskey is for any reason disapproved, use strong, clear coffee instead,
putting in two spoonfuls, and leaving out the chocolate. Beat all
together hard for ten minutes, then add four scant cups flour browned in
the oven but not burned. Sift after browning, adding to it two
teaspoonfuls baking powder. Beat hard five minutes after the flour is
all in, then pour in a deep, well greased pan, lined with buttered
paper, let rise ten minutes with the oven door open, then bake in quick
heat until done through.

_Marble Cake_: Make up egg-yolks into spice cake, beat the whites very
light, and add them to three cups of sifted sugar, beaten smooth in a
large cup of creamed butter. Put in a wineglass of whiskey or brandy,
then add three cups and a half flour sifted three times with a heaping
teaspoonful baking powder. Put the light and dark batter by alternate
spoonfuls in pans well buttered and papered, let rise and bake the same
as spice cake. Else bake the light and dark batter in layers, put
together with any good filling, and frost with caramel frosting.

_Real Gold Cake_: Beat very light the yolks of sixteen eggs, with a full
pound of yellow sugar, and a scant pound of creamed butter. Add a cup of
rich sour cream with a teaspoonful soda dissolved in it. Or if you like
better put in the cream _solus_, and add the soda dissolved in a
teaspoonful of boiling water at the very last. This makes lighter cake
so is worth the extra trouble. Flavor to taste--grated lemon rind is
good. Add gradually four cups flour sifted three times at least. Beat
hard for ten minutes, then bake in well-greased pans, lined with
buttered paper, until well done, let cool partly in the pans, then turn
out, dust lightly with flour or corn starch and frost.

_Real Silver Cake_: Wash and cream to a froth a pound of fresh butter,
work into it a pound of sifted sugar, and a pound of flour, sifted
thrice with a teaspoonful of baking powder. Add flavoring--vanilla,
lemon or rose water, following it with a wineglass of whiskey. Then fold
in the whites of sixteen eggs beaten with a pinch of salt to the
stiffest possible froth. If the batter looks too thick add half a cup
sweet cream--this will depend on the size of the eggs and the dryness of
the flour. Bake in deep pans, else in layers. By baking gold and silver
batter in layers, and alternating them you can have a fine marble cake.
Or by coloring half the white batter pink with vegetable color to be had
from any confectioner, you can have rose-marble cake. This should be
iced with pink frosting else with plain white, then dotted over with
pink. Very decorative for birthday parties or afternoon teas.

_Christmas Cake_: Prepare fruit first. Cut small half a pound of
homemade citron drained from syrup, wash and seed one pound raisins,
pick, wash and dry one pound currants, mince a teacup of any firm
preserve--quince, peach or pear, or use a cupful of preserved cherries
whole. Shred fine four ounces of homemade candied peel, also four ounces
of preserved ginger, add a cupful of nutmeats--pecans or English
walnuts, or even scalybarks, cutting them in bits, mix all well
together, then pour upon them the strained juice of three oranges, and
three lemons, also add the grated yellow peel. Next pour on half a pint
of whiskey, a gill of rum, and a tumbler of cordial--peach or
blackberry, and homemade if possible. Let stand overnight, in a warm
place--the fruit should take up the most part of the liquor. A glass of
tart jelly is held an improvement by some. I do not put it in--the
preserves suit my palate better. Cream a full pound of butter with four
cups sifted sugar, beat into it one at a time, ten large fresh eggs.
After them put in four cups dried and sifted flour, mix smooth, then put
in the fruit, drained from the liquor and lightly dredged with hot,
sifted flour. Mix well, then add the liquor drained from the fruit,
along with a tablespoonful of lemon essence, and as much vanilla or rose
water. If the batter is too stiff to stir well, thin with either a
little sweet cream or boiling water, or cordial. Pour into pans buttered
and lined with five thicknesses of buttered paper, set the pans in other
pans of hot water inside a warm but not brisk oven, shield the tops with
double paper, and let rise half an hour. Increase heat then, but the
baking must be slow. Four to five hours is required, according to the
size of pans. Keep covered until the last half hour--then the heat may
be sensibly increased. Test with straws--when they come out clean, take
up, set pans on racks, cover with thick cloth and let cool thoroughly.
Frost next day, with either plain or boiled frosting. By baking the
cake in rather small square molds, set close in a larger pan, the
squares can be cut without waste and frosted to make individual cakes.

_White Layer Cake_: (Mrs. George H. Patch.) Sift two teaspoonfuls baking
powder through three and a half cups flour, measured before sifting.
Cream a cup of butter with two and one half cups sugar, add a cup of
rich milk, beat hard, then add gradually the flour, following it with
the whites of seven eggs beaten very stiff with a small pinch of salt.
Fold in lightly, and bake in three layers. Put together with orange
filling, or frosting made thick with nuts and minced figs.

_German Coffee Cake_: (Mrs. T. G. Petre.) Beat six fresh eggs very light
with one pound of sugar, and one pound flour. Add the peel of a lemon
grated, and one yeast cake dissolved in a little hot milk or water. Let
stand till very light, then roll into sheets one inch thick, spread them
thickly with melted butter--half a pound will be required, sprinkle with
two ounces bitter almonds blanched and shredded fine, mixed with four
ounces sugar, and a teaspoonful powdered cinnamon. Let rise again, and
bake in a moderate oven. Good hot or cold.

_Cream Cake_: (Betsy Vaughn.) Cream together very light two cups butter,
three cups sugar, one cup sweet cream. Add gradually four cups flour
sifted with one teaspoonful baking powder, then fold in the whites of
fourteen eggs beaten very stiff with a pinch of salt. Flavor with bitter
almonds, bake in loaves or layers, and frost with pink icing, flavored
with rose water.

_Sponge Cake_: Beat very light the yolks of seven eggs with three cups
sifted sugar, and a pinch of salt. Add to them gradually a cup of hot
water, then three scant cups flour sifted thrice with two teaspoonfuls
baking powder. Fold in last the stiffly beaten white of the eggs, pour
into greased pans, and bake in a quick oven. The batter must not be too
thin. If the eggs are large only half a cup of water may be requisite.
Flavor with vanilla, putting orange or lemon in the frosting.

_White Sponge Cake_: Beat very stiff six egg-whites, add to them
gradually a cup of sugar, and a cup of flour sifted twice with a
teaspoonful of baking powder. Do not forget a tiny pinch of salt in the
eggs.

_Angel's Food_: Beat to a stiff froth with a pinch of salt, the whites
of eleven eggs. Mix in gradually a cup and a half of powdered sugar,
then add a cup of flour sifted twice with a teaspoonful cream of tartar.
Mix smooth, add the strained juice of half a lemon, pour into a smooth,
ungreased pan, bake in a moderate oven half an hour, take up, turn pan
upside down on a cloth and let stand till the cake falls out.

_Chocolate Cake_: Sift together two cups flour, one cup corn starch, and
two teaspoonfuls baking powder, add to a cup of butter, creamed light
with two cups sugar and one cup sweet cream. Add the stiffly beaten
whites of seven eggs, flavor with vanilla, and bake in layers. For the
filling boil together to a thick syrup, three cups sugar, one cup water,
and half a cake of grated chocolate. Pour upon three egg-whites beaten
very stiff, flavor with vanilla or bitter almond, and spread between
layers.

_Orange Cake_: Cream a cup of butter with two cups sugar, beat into it a
cup of cold water, then add four cups flour thrice sifted with two
teaspoonfuls baking powder, alternate the flour with three well-beaten
eggs. Flavor to taste, bake in layers, and put together with orange
frosting made thus. Cook together till it threads the strained juice,
and grated yellow peel of a large sweet orange with one cup sugar, then
beat the hot syrup into two egg-whites whipped as stiff as possible.
Beat smooth and spread while hot.

_Dream Cakes_: Cream well half a cup butter, add a cup and a half of
sugar, half a cup cold water, two cups flour sifted twice with two
teaspoonfuls baking powder, a teaspoonful lemon extract, and the stiffly
beaten whites of six eggs. Bake in small shapes, frost, with boiled
frosting, and ornament with tiny pink candies.

_Shrewsbury Cakes_: This receipt with two that follow, comes down from:
"The spacious days of great Elizabeth." They are given verbatim, from
the original version, as it seems to me the flavor of the language must
add to the flavor of the cakes. "Mix half a pound of butter, well beat
like cream, with the same weight of flour, one egg, six ounces of beaten
and sifted loaf sugar, and half an ounce of caraway seed. Form these
into a paste, roll them thin, and lay them in sheets of tin, then bake
them in a slow oven."

_Queen Cakes_: "Take a pound of sugar, beat and sift it, a pound of well
dried flour, a pound of butter, eight eggs, and half a pound of
currants, washed and picked; grate a nutmeg and an equal quantity of
mace and cinnamon, work the butter to a cream, put in the sugar, beat
the whites of the eggs twenty minutes and mix them with the butter and
sugar. Then beat the yolks for half an hour, and put them to the butter.
Beat the whole together and when it is ready for the oven, put in the
flour, spices and currants, sift a little sugar over them, and bake them
in tins."

_Banbury Cakes_: "Take a pound of dough, made for white bread, roll it
out and put bits of butter upon the same as for puff paste, till a pound
of the same has been worked in; roll it out very thin, then cut it into
bits of an oval size, according as the cakes are wanted. Mix some good
moist sugar with a little brandy, sufficient to wet it, then mix some
clean-washed currants with the former, put a little upon each bit of
paste, close them up, and put the side that is closed next the tin they
are to be baked upon. Lay them separate, and bake them moderately, and
afterward, when taken out, sift sugar over them. Some candied peel may
be added, or a few drops essence of lemon."

_Oatmeal Cookies_: (Mrs. T. G. Petre.) Beat together until creamy, one
egg, half cup sugar, third cup butter, third teaspoonful soda mixed with
one cup sifted pastry flour, half teaspoonful each of salt and cinnamon,
then add one cup rolled oatmeal, half cup each of shredded nuts and
raisins. Mix well, drop on greased tin, and bake in a slow oven. Do not
let the stiffness of the dough induce you to add milk or water.

_Tea Cakes_: (Betsy Vaughn.) Cream together a cup and a half of butter,
and two cups and a half of sugar, add to five eggs beaten very light,
mix well, then add a cup and a half of buttermilk with a small
teaspoonful of soda dissolved in it. Pour upon flour enough to make a
soft dough, flavor with nutmeg, roll out a quarter-inch thick, cut with
a small, round cutter, and bake in a quick but not scorching oven.

_Tea Cakes_: (M. L. Williams.) Beat five eggs very light, with five cups
of sugar, a heaping cup of lard, well creamed, and two cupfuls of sour
milk, with a teaspoonful of soda dissolved in it. Mix through enough
flour to make a soft dough, roll half an inch thick, cut out and bake in
a quick oven.

_Plain Soft Gingerbread_: Dissolve a desert spoonful of soda in a cup of
boiling water, add to it a cup of rich molasses, along with three
tablespoonfuls of melted butter. Mix well through two and and one half
cups sifted flour, add ground ginger and alspice to taste, and bake in a
moderate oven.

_Mammy's Ginger Cakes_: Beat four eggs very light with a good pinch of
salt and a cup of coffee sugar. Add three cups of rich molasses, and a
cup of boiling water with two teaspoonfuls soda dissolved in it. Mix
well in two tablespoonfuls pounded ginger. Sift five pints of flour with
a teaspoonful of salt, rub into it lightly two cups sweet lard, then add
the molasses mixture and knead to a firm dough, adding more flour if
needed or, if too stiff, a little sweet milk. Roll out half an inch
thick, cut into big squares, bake in a quick oven, and brush over the
tops while blazing hot a little butter, molasses and boiling water. Let
stand in a warm place until dry. These might properly be called First
Monday Ginger Cakes, since our Mammy made them to sell upon that day to
the crowds which came to court, thereby turning many an honest fip or
picayune.

_Family Gingerbread_: Cup and a half dark molasses, half cup sugar,
small cup melted lard, cup boiling water with teaspoonful soda dissolved
in it, pinch of salt, sifted flour enough to make rather stiffer than
pound cake batter. Spices to taste--ginger, allspice, nutmeg, all in
powder, is a good mixture. Bake rather quickly.

_Solid Chocolate Cake_: (Mrs. R. Heim.) Cream together one cup butter,
two of sugar, add six egg-yolks beaten light, then add alternately one
cup sour milk with teaspoon soda dissolved in it, and three cups sifted
flour. Fold in egg-whites stiffly beaten then add half cake Baker's
chocolate melted, and three teaspoonfuls vanilla. Stir hard a minute,
pour in deep, well greased pan, and bake in moderate oven.

_Coffee Cake_: (Mrs. R. Heim.) Beat together until light, one egg, one
cup sugar, butter the size of a large egg. Add alternately one cup milk,
and two cups flour with two teaspoonfuls baking powder sifted in it.
Put in pan, and sprinkle thickly all over top with sugar and powdered
cinnamon. Bake rather quickly but do not scorch.

_Fig Pudding_: (Mrs. R. Heim.) One pound figs, half pound suet, six
eggs, two cups sugar, three cups biscuit crumbs. Run figs, suet and
crumbs through grinder, beat eggs very light, add other ingredients,
beat again, and steam or boil in buttered mold, tied in well scalded
bag, four hours. Serve hot with this sauce. Beat to a light cream, one
cup butter with two cups sugar. Add two eggs very well beaten, then
gradually two tablespoons vinegar and one of vanilla. Cook a long time
in double boiler, stirring constantly, or it will not be smooth. Keep
hot until served.

_Thin Ginger Snaps_: (Mrs. R. Heim.) Mix a cup of melted lard well
through two of molasses, add a pinch of salt, spices to taste, and
enough flour to make a soft batter. Drop by small spoonfuls on a
well-greased baking sheet, and cook in quick oven.

_Measure Pound Cake_: (Leslie Fox.) Cream well together, one cup butter,
one and three-quarter cups sugar, when very light, drop in an egg-yolk
unbeaten, beat hard, put in another yolk, beat again hard, then another,
and repeat the hard beating. When very light add alternately two and
one-half cups flour, and one cup milk, mix well, then add half a cup
flour sifted three times with three even teaspoonfuls baking powder.
Follow this with the egg-whites beaten stiff. Flavor with brandy--a
tablespoonful and a half. Bake in a moderate oven about an hour. Serve
with any approved pudding sauce, or use as other cake. Nearly as good as
the pound cake of our grandmothers.

_Kisses_: (Mrs. R. Heim.) Add to four fresh egg-whites unbeaten, a tiny
pinch of salt, two teaspoonfuls water, and three cups fine sugar. Beat
hard for at least half an hour--until the mixture is smooth and stiff.
Drop from point of spoon upon buttered paper, and harden in an oven cool
enough not to color.




[Illustration: _Meat, Poultry, Game, Eggs_]


_Barbecued Lamb_: The middle piece, known to butchers as "the bracelet,"
is best for barbecuing. Have it split down the backbone, and the
rib-ends neatly trimmed, also the ribs proper, broken about midway, but
not quite through. Wash clean, wipe dry, rub over well with salt, then
prick in tiny gashes with a sharp-pointed knife, and rub in well black
pepper, paprika, a very little dry mustard, then dash lightly with
tabasco. Put a low rack in the bottom of a deep narrowish pan, set the
meat upon it, letting only the backbone and rib-ends touch the rack.
This puts it in a sort of Gothic arch. Keep it so throughout the
cooking. Put a cupful of water underneath--it must not touch the meat.
Have the oven very hot, but not scorching--should it scorch in the least
turn another pan over the meat for the first hour of cooking. Add more
water as the first boils away, but do not baste the meat--the water is
merely to keep it from getting too hard. Roast till the fat is crisped
and brown throughout, the lean very tender. Take up on a broad, hot
dish, and in serving cut along the ribs, so as to let each portion
include the whole length of them, as well as part of the backbone. Serve
with a sauce, of melted butter, mixed with equal quantity of strong
vinegar, boiling hot, made thick with red and black pepper, minced
cucumber pickle, and a bare dash of onion juice. This is as near an
approach to a real barbecue, which is cooked over live coals in the
bottom of a trench, as a civilized kitchen can supply.

The middling of a pig weighing less than a hundred pounds, well
scraped, washed clean, and likewise roasted on a rack after seasoning it
well, makes a fine dish. The sauce for it should include minced green
peppers, instead of cucumbers. If you happen to have a pepper mango, cut
it fine, and let it stand in the hot sauce ten minutes before serving.

_Beefsteak with Bacon and Onions_: Fry crisp a pound of streaky bacon,
take up and keep warm. Make the fat bubble all over, lay in it a steak,
wiped clean, seasoned with salt and pepper, and dredged lightly with
flour. Sear it well on both sides--take from the fat, lay on broiler,
and cook for ten minutes, turning once. Serve thus if you like it
rare--if contrariwise you want it well done, set the steak on a rack or
broiler in a hot oven, and let it cook there for fifteen to twenty
minutes, according to thickness. Meantime dredge more flour into the
fat, let it brown a minute, then lay in large, mild onions thinly
sliced. Fry to a light brown, and serve around the steak. Serve the
gravy separately, adding to it just before taking up, a little hot
water, and shaking the pan well. This may be varied by frying with the
onions or instead of them, sliced tomatoes, and green peppers finely
shredded. Or cut large, very meaty tomatoes, unpeeled, into thick
slices, pour off the gravy, lay them in the hot, greasy pan, season well
with pepper and salt, and cook five minutes, turning them and seasoning
the other side. Lay the bacon on the tomatoes--otherwise put it around
the steak outside the onions.

_Boned Fresh Ham_: It had better not be too big--ten pounds is about the
limit. Have the bone removed, but do not throw it away. Instead break it
in pieces and boil them three hours in water to barely cover. Wipe the
ham well inside and out, rub the inside over lightly with butter, season
with salt and pepper, and pour in a little vinegar. Rub salt well over
the outside and let stand on ice several hours. Make a stuffing of
grated breadcrumbs, with minced pork fat, a sprig of celery chopped
fine, half an apple, also chopped fine, salt, pepper, paprika, a pinch
of sage in powder, and the least shred of thyme and lemon peel. A
chestnut stuffing can be used, or one whose foundation is grated sweet
potato. Fill the bone cavity, firmly but not too full, skewer or sew
together the cut edges, and tie around twice with narrow tape. Turn
over, score the skin well, rub it with soft butter or bacon fat, dredge
lightly with flour, then with black and red pepper, also lightly with
sugar, and lay on a low rack in a pan. Fill in sweet cider, or sound
claret till it stands halfway up to the ham, cover with a close-fitting
upper pan, and put into a hot oven. Cook for two hours, lifting the pan
now and then, and basting the meat. Uncover, and make very, very crisp.
Serve on a hot dish, with candied sweet potatoes laid around. Add
boiling water to the liquor in the pan, shake it well about, and pour
into a gravy boat. Or pour off the grease, add a sprinkle of flour, let
it brown on top the stove, and put to it the strained liquor the bone
was boiled in. Cook three minutes, and serve in the gravy boat. If the
bone liquor is not used this way, make it the foundation of pea or
cabbage soup. In carving cut through and through so as to serve the
stuffing with each portion.

_Roast Beef_: Scrape and wash clean, wipe dry, sear cut sides well,
either in bubbling fat, or under gas flame, set on a small rack in a
deep pan, sprinkle well with salt and pepper, dredge on flour scantly,
pour water underneath till it stands half an inch deep, cover close, set
in a hot oven and cook until tender. Basting will not be needed until
the pan is uncovered--then add a little more water, boiling hot, baste
thoroughly, return to oven, and brown. If you like, add sliced tomatoes,
minced onions, shredded green peppers, carrots cut small, and very
tender green peas after uncovering--they will cook while the meat is
browning, and can be served all together in a separate dish.

_Pot Roast_: Wash and dry, then brown lightly all over in hot bacon fat,
and lay upon a small rack in the bottom of a deep pot, seasoning well
with salt, pepper, and paprika. Pour on a little Cayenne, vinegar, add a
spoonful of hot fat, then pour in enough boiling water to come half way
up the meat, cover tight, and simmer until tender. An hour before
serving time, put any sort of vegetables approved, or at hand, carrots,
sliced, peas, string beans, lima beans, potatoes in thick slices, into
the browning fat, let them cook five to ten minutes, sprinkling them
well with salt and pepper, then skim out of the fat, and add to the pot,
along with a cupful more boiling water. Simmer until the water is all
gone, and the meat is brown. Take up, lay vegetables around the meat, or
make a bed of them for it, add a little more hot water to the pot, stir
well over the fire till it takes up the meat essence, then pour it over
meat and vegetables, else serve in a gravy boat.

_Leg of Mutton in Blanket_: Make deep, narrow gashes in the thick end of
a clean leg of mutton, crowd into them a mixed seasoning, salt, red and
black pepper, minced onion, a little dry mustard, and powdered herbs.
Brush all over with melted butter, or soft bacon fat, then sprinkle
lightly with salt, set on a rack in a roasting pan, and pop into a very
hot oven. Let it brown--then rub over it any tart jelly melted in a
little hot water, and envelop it in a crust of flour and water, made
very stiff, and rolled half an inch thick. Pinch the edges tight
together, lay back in the pan, cover it, and bake in a hot oven. Take
up, break the blanket carefully on top, lift out the meat, and pour the
gravy from the envelop into a small sauce pan, add to it either hot
claret, or a spoonful of tart jelly, along with tabasco or Worcester
sauce, boil up, and serve in a boat. Tomato or walnut catsup may be used
for flavoring. Indeed one sometimes finds opportunity a close second to
inspiration.

_The Preparation of Poultry and Game_: Pick carefully, draw and singe
every manner of poultry and feathered game, wash clean, quickly, in cold
water, never hot, drain, then wipe as dry as possible with a soft,
thick, damp cloth--it takes up moisture cleaner than a dry one. Keep
very cold and away from smells until ready to cook. Tilt roasting fowls,
so they may drain, if liquid gathers. Before stuffing rub over the
whole inside lightly with soft butter or bacon fat, pepper it scantly,
and rub on a very little salt. Grease and season the outside after
stuffing is done,--never before it. If game is shot-torn, soak for ten
minutes in weak salt water after plucking, rinse in cold salt water,
wipe dry and drain.

Furred game, as rabbits, squirrels, possums, ought to be drawn before it
is cold, if you would have the finest flavor. This is especially
necessary with possums--which should be bought alive, and fattened for
several weeks in a clean cage, feeding them on bread, milk, apples,
potatoes, cabbage leaves, and grass. This makes them tender and much
more delicate in flavor. Kill by dislocating the neck with a quick,
upward jerk, then cut the throat and hang to bleed. Roll after dampening
fur well in very hot embers--then scrape the same as a pig, draw, and
hang to cool. Divide the skin of rabbits and squirrels around the
middle, and pull off each half, the same as a kid glove. Thus no hairs
stick on the clean flesh. Draw very quickly, wipe lightly with a damp
cloth, and hang where it is cool and airy for at least an hour.

_Roast Turkey_: Make a stuffing of stale bread. Cut the crusts from a
small loaf, grate the crumb, brown crusts crisp, crush, sift and mix
well with the gratings. Shred finely through it four ounces fresh suet,
and a lump of butter the size of an egg. Add a tiny heart of celery cut
small, half a tart apple also cut fine, two dozen fat raisins, seeded,
halved, and soaked for twelve hours in whiskey to cover, salt, pepper,
and paprika to taste. Mix well, stuff the turkey but not too tight. Put
a handful in the crop space, and fasten the skin neatly over. Truss your
turkey firmly, rub all over with soft fat, then sprinkle with salt and
pepper, and set upon a rack in a deep roasting pan, pour half an inch of
water in the bottom, cover tight, put in a hot oven, and roast for an
hour, then slack heat and finish. The turkey will brown thus covered,
and be tenderer and sweeter than if crisped uncovered. The pan will
hold gravy better than can be made otherwise.

Roast chickens or capons in exactly the same way. Geese need to be
roasted more slowly and to have a seasoning of sage, onion, and tart
apple in the stuffing, instead of raisins. The dry stuffing takes up the
juices of the fowl, and is much more flavorous, and less pasty than that
which is wet before use.

_Guinea Hen in Casserole_: Stick six cloves in a cored and pared apple,
thrust a heart of celery in the core space, then fit it inside a guinea
hen, buttered, salted and peppered inside. Pack in grated bread
crumbs--all there is space for. Truss, grease, season, set in a hot
oven, and brown lightly all over, then lay in a casserole on a bed of
sliced carrots, young green peas, shredded green peppers, sliced
tomatoes and tiny onions, parboiled for five minutes. Add a large lump
of butter, rolled in flour, a cup of hot water or weak broth, cover
close, and cook an hour in a hot oven. Serve on the vegetables, bedded
firmly, with tart jelly melted to barely run, splashed over the breast.

_Chickens in Blankets_: Take young fat chickens about three pounds
weight, dress as for roasting, put inside each a peeled sweet potato,
and a small lump of butter, after greasing and seasoning inside and out.
Lay on low rack in deep pan, brown lightly in oven, then fit close over
each a round of good short crust, rolled a quarter-inch thick. Return to
oven--when crust is a rich brown the chickens will be done. Serve crust
with each portion--thereby recalling a glorified chicken pie.

_Fried Chicken_: Cut into joints two tender young chickens, wipe the
pieces dry, season with salt and pepper, red and black, then set on ice.
Fry a pound of streaky bacon in a deep skillet, take out when crisp,
roll chicken in flour, dip in beaten egg, then roll again, and lay in
the fat, which must be bubbling hot, but not scorching. Cook, turning
often, to a rich brown, take out, then pile in a pan, set the pan over
another with boiling water in the bottom, and put all in a very hot
oven for fifteen minutes. This cooks the chicken through and through
without making it hard. The pieces must not touch in frying so there
will be two skilletfuls. When all the chicken is fried, and in the oven,
dredge in more flour, stir it well through the fat, then add a cup of
cream, stirring hard all the time, and letting it barely simmer--boiling
curdles it. Or if you want a full-cream gravy, pour off the fat, stir
the cream in double quantity in the skillet to take up the flavors, then
pour it in a double boiler, add pepper, salt, minced celery, a little
onion juice, and one at a time, lumps of butter, rolled well in flour.
Cook until thick and rich, and serve in a gravy boat.

_Smothered Chicken_: Get two pound broilers fat and tender, have them
split down the back, make clean, season by buttering inside and out,
sprinkling with salt, pepper and paprika, and dredging with flour. Lay
breasts down, upon a low rack in a deep pan, cover with slices of
streaky bacon, shingling the slices well. Dredge with pepper and flour,
lay in sliced tomatoes, shredded green peppers, and a few small
parboiled onions. Add lumps of butter rolled in flour, dotting them all
about the bacon. Pour in enough water to barely reach the top of the
rack, cover the pan close, and cook in a hot oven, about an hour.
Uncover after three-quarters of an hour, add a half-cup more water--this
is for the gravy. Cover again, and finish cooking. The chickens should
be brown all over but meltingly tender. Take up on a hot dish, breaking
the bacon slices as little as possible. Serve the vegetables separate,
also the gravy from the pan. The vegetables can be omitted, and
smothered chicken still be a dish to rejoice an epicure.

_Glorified Chicken Croquets_: (Mrs. G. H. Patch.) Boil a large-size
tender young chicken till the meat almost drops from the bones. Boil
likewise tender, in salt water, one pound either sweetbreads or calf
brains. Pick up the chicken and grind the meat fine, then mash it well
together with the brains or sweetbreads, and season to taste. Put into a
double boiler half-pint cream, tablespoonful butter, two tablespoonfuls
flour, one tablespoonful parsley chopped fine, one teaspoonful onion
juice, one teaspoonful salt, black and Cayenne pepper to taste. Cook
smooth, stirring hard, let thicken, then add the meat, and mix
thoroughly. Let cool, shape into croquets, dip in egg, roll in cracker
crumbs, and fry quickly in deep hot fat.

_Chicken-Turkey Hash_: Cut the meat small, freeing of skin and gristle.
If there is rich gravy left, put it into a skillet, and cook tender in
it, half a dozen sliced tomatoes, three shredded green peppers, a small
sliced onion, and a cupful of raw potato cubes. Lacking gravy, cook in
butter or bacon fat, and season to taste--gravy requires less seasoning
than plain fat. Add the meat, pour in a cup of boiling water, stir all
well together, and cook for five minutes. Serve in a hot dish lined with
thin toast. Fine for breakfast, or a very late supper.

_Rabbit or Squirrel Smothered_: Leave whole, rub over with fat, season
highly, lay in a pan or skillet, with slices of bacon, add a cup of hot
water, cover close, set over the fire, and simmer until tender.
Uncover, and brown in the gravy, adding a little Cayenne vinegar at the
very last.

_Rabbit or Squirrel Barbecued_: Leave whole, skewer flat, grease all
over, lay on rack in pan, and roast in hot oven, basting every five
minutes with hot salt water. When crisp, take up and serve with the
sauce directed for barbecued lamb.

_Quail_: Smother quail the same as rabbits. I like them better halved,
and fried crisp and quickly, in deep hot bacon fat. But to make the most
of them, a pie's the thing. The crust must be rich and rolled a
quarter-inch thick. Put in the birds whole, seasoning them well inside
and out, with salt and black pepper. Put in also generous lumps of
butter rolled in flour, slices of fat bacon, strips of crust an inch
wide and three inches long, a little minced onion, celery or shredded
green pepper if the flavors are approved, and a tiny pod of Cayenne
pepper. Pour in cold water till it stands half way up the birds. Be sure
the cover-crust is plenty big--pinch it down tight, prick and make a
cross-cut at the center into which a tubelet of paper must be thrust to
prevent the gravy's boiling over. Bake three-quarters of an hour, in a
hot oven. Take up, and serve very hot. A gill of hot cream poured in
through a funnel after taking up suits some palates--mine is not among
them. Other folks like a wineglass of sherry made very hot.

_Wild Duck_: If likely to be fishy, soak an hour in vinegar and water
made very salt, and roast with an onion inside stuck very full of
cloves. Season inside and out, rub over with fat or butter, and roast in
quick heat, to the degree required. Ducks or geese mild in flavor should
be roasted with a tart apple stuck with cloves inside, also a mild
onion. Rub over with fat, season with salt and pepper inside and out,
and strew inside lightly a small pinch of powdered sage. A good sauce
for them is made by browning half a cup of grated bread crumbs in a
tablespoonful of butter, adding to it a spoonful of tart jelly, a
wineglass of claret, a tablespoonful of tomato catsup, with seasoning
to taste of salt and pepper.

_Possum Roasted_: Chill thoroughly after scraping and drawing. Save all
the inside fat, let it soak in weak salt water until cooking time, then
rinse it well, and partly try it out in the pan before putting in the
possum. Unless he is huge, leave him whole, skewering him flat, and
laying him skin side up in the pan. Set in a hot oven and cook until
crisply tender, taking care there is no scorching. Roast a dozen good
sized sweet potatoes--in ashes if possible, if not, bake them covered in
a deep pan. Peel when done, and lay while hot around the possum, turning
them over and over in the abundant gravy. He should have been lightly
salted when hung up, and fully seasoned, with salt, pepper, and a trifle
of mustard, when put down to cook. Dish him in a big platter, lay the
potatoes, which should be partly browned, around him, add a little
boiling water to the pan, shake well around, and pour the gravy over
everything. Hot corn bread, strong black coffee, or else sharp cider,
and very hot sharp pickles are the things to serve with him.

_Eggs_: Eggs demand an introductory paragraph. As everybody knows, there
are eggs and eggs. An egg new-laid has a tiny air-space at each end,
betwixt the shell and the silken lining membrane. If left lying, this
confined air changes its locality--leaves the ends for the upmost side
of the shell. Shells are porous--through them the white evaporates--thus
the air bubble on top gets bigger and bigger. By the size of it you can
judge fairly the egg's age--unless it has been kept in cold storage or
in water-glass. By boiling hard, throwing in cold water and peeling
intact, you can see for yourself if a fresh egg so-called is truly
fresh. If fresh there will be no perceptible marring of its oval--but if
it shows a shrinkage, and especially if the yolk is so near the shell it
shows through the cooked white, there is proof positive that the egg is
not new-laid--though it may be perfectly wholesome.

Eggs kept in clean cool space do not deteriorate under a month. Even
after that, thus well kept, they answer for cake making, puddings and so
on. But they have an ungodly affinity for taints of almost every kind.
Hence keep them away from such things as onions, salt fish, things in
brine generally, or any strong ill odors.

Duck eggs are bigger than hen eggs--eight of them being the equivalent
to ten. Goose eggs run almost two for one. Turkey eggs, rarely used in
cookery, are still excellent eating, much better flavored than duck
eggs, which are often rather rank. Here as otherwheres, food is the
determining factor. Guinea eggs, in spite of being so much smaller, are
equal in raising power and in richness to hen eggs. Indeed, they are the
best of all eggs for eating--rich, yet delicate. The only approach to
them is the quail egg--we called it always a partridge egg--but only
special favorites of the gods have any chance of ever tasting them.
Quail nest frequently in wheat fields--at harvest, the uncovered nests
yielded choice spoil. Daddy claimed the lion's share of it for "my white
chilluns." Often he came with his big hat-crown running over full of
the delicate white ovals. Mormonism must prevail in quail
circles--sometimes there were forty eggs in a nest. It would have been
vandalism of the worst to eat them, only it was no use leaving them bare
to the sun, as the birds abandoned them unless they had begun brooding.
In that case the mother sat so tight, occasionally the reaper, passing
over, took off her head. More commonly she flew away just in time,
whirring up between the mules, with a great pretense of lameness. If the
nest by good luck was discovered in time, grain was left standing about
it. Nobody grudged the yard or so of wheat lost for the sake of sport.

Partridge eggs were boiled hard, and eaten out of hand--they were much
too thin-shelled for roasting, in spite of having a very tough lining
membrane. With guinea eggs there was quite another story. They have
shells extra thick and hard--hence were laid plentifully in hot ashes,
heaped over with live coals and left as long as our patience held out.
When Mammy pulled them out, it was maddening to see her test them. She
laid a short broom straw delicately on each egg. If it whirled round,
the egg was done--if contrariwise it fell off, it had to go back in the
embers. She had no thought of letting us eat eggs not cooked till the
yolk was mealy. To this day I am firmly of opinion she was wise--and
right. Eggs roasted as she roasted them have a flavor wholly beyond and
apart from those cooked in any other way.

_Baked Eggs_: These most nearly approximate the flavor of roasted ones.
Break fresh eggs at the small ends, drain away the whites, break down
the shells to deepish cups, each with a yolk at bottom, sprinkle yolks
lightly with salt and pepper, add a bit of butter to each, then set
shells upright, close over the bottom of a pan, pop the pan into a hot
oven, bake twenty minutes, and serve piping hot. This Mammy gave us to
keep from wasting yolks when wedding or Christmas cake demanded many
whites for frosting.

_Potato Egg Puffs_: Into a quart of rich and highly seasoned mashed
potatoes, beat two eggs, then divide into equal portions--six or eight.
With lightly floured hands make each portion into a ball, set the balls
in a baking dish, then press into each a hard-boiled egg. Lay a bit of
butter on each egg, and dredge lightly with salt and pepper. Bake in a
quick oven until the potato is brown and light--it ought to rise up like
a fat apple.

_Egg Dumplings_: Cousins-germane to the puffs but richer--will serve
indeed for the meat course of a plain dinner. Mix the potato well with
half its bulk of finely chopped cold meat, the leaner the better, bind
with beaten eggs, then divide and roll each portion around a hard-boiled
egg, lay the dumplings in a greased and floured pan, giving them plenty
of room, pour around them a good gravy, or else a rich tomato sauce,
then bake ten to twenty minutes in a hot oven.

_Egg Spread_: Spread a flat pan an inch deep with rich mashed potato,
sprinkle with pepper and salt, then cover the top with eggs hard boiled,
and cut in half. Set them yolk up. Put salt, pepper and butter on each
yolk, and bake ten minutes in a warm oven. Or if soft eggs are
preferred, make depressions in the potato with the back of a spoon,
break an egg in each, dust with pepper and salt, add a dot of butter and
bake five minutes. If the potatoes are wanted brown, bake them ten
minutes after making the depressions, then put in the eggs and bake soft
or hard at will.

_Poached Eggs_: These require a deep skillet, three parts full of water
on the bubbling boil, which is slightly salted and well dashed with
vinegar. Break all the eggs separately before putting one in. Slip them
in, one after the other, quickly, taking care not to break yolks, keep
the boiling hard, and use a knife or spoon to prevent the whites from
cooking together. Take out in six to seven minutes, using a skimmer and
draining well, trim rags off white, lay in a deep hot dish, and pour
over real melted butter, made with butter, hot water, salt, pepper,
lemon juice or vinegar, and a dash of tabasco. Send to table covered--a
poached egg chilled has lost its charm. Or you may serve the eggs on
squares of hot, well-buttered toast, which have been sprinkled thickly
with grated cheese, then set for a minute inside a hot oven. Served
thus, pass the melted butter with them, as if poured over, they might be
too rich for some palates.

_Egg Fours_: Cut hard-boiled eggs in four lengthwise, mix yolks with an
equal bulk of sardines, drained, freed of skin and bone, and minced
fine. Season with salt, pepper, lemon juice, or vinegar, and olive oil.
Add minced olives if you like. The mixture must be soft, but not too
soft to shape well. Shape it into small ovals, using two spoons, and lay
an oval in each quarter of the whites. Put very narrow strips of pimento
on the ovals, then sprinkle them thickly with grated cheese--Edam is
good for such use. Set in a baking dish and cook two to four minutes in
a hot oven. If wanted extra tasty, as for a relish before dinner, set
the fours on narrow strips of toast, spread with made mustard,
well-mixed with finely minced very sour cucumber pickle.

Bacon sliced thin, fried crisp without scorching, and finely minced can
take the place of sardines. Indeed, in making fours the widest latitude
prevails--you can vary flavors and proportions almost infinitely. Onion,
even a suspicion of garlic, tabasco, Cayenne vinegar, walnut catsup, or
Worcester can be added. Capers mixed through the mass make it
wonderfully piquant. But things which need to be crisply fresh, such as
celery and lettuce, must be let severely alone.

_Stuffed Eggs_: Staple for picnics, and barbecues. Boil twenty minutes,
throw instantly in cold water, and shell immediately. Halve, mash yolks
while hot with a plentiful seasoning of butter, pepper, salt, a little
onion juice, capers or bigger pickle finely minced, and pimentos cut
small. Work the seasoning well through, then shape into balls yolk-size,
put each between two half-whites, and fasten together with a couple of
tooth picks. Wrap each as finished in wax paper, and keep cool until
needed. Here may be a good place to say that the quicker a hard-boiled
egg is got out of its shell after chilling, the better and more delicate
will be its flavor.

_Fried Eggs_: Anybody, almost, can fry an egg wrong. It takes some skill
to fry one exactly right. Have the frying pan covered with grease, hot,
but not scorching, slip in the eggs, previously broken separately,
taking pains not to break yolks, sprinkle lightly with salt and pepper,
keep edges from running together, then when they have hardened
underneath, dip hot grease over the tops, keeping on till the white
sets. If the heat is right the eggs will not stick to the pan. Cook as
hard as is desirable, take up with a cake-turner, and lay in a shallow
pan, lined with soft clean paper. Keep hot while they drain--it takes a
minute or so--then remove to a blazing hot dish, and serve. If ham goes
with them lay it in the middle, with eggs all around it. Triangles of
fried toast in between look and taste well at breakfast.




[Illustration: _Soups, Salads, Relishes_]


_Vegetable Soup_: Cut into joints two fat chickens three parts grown,
salt and pepper, and lay aside while you fry in a deep pot half a pound
streaky bacon. Take out when crisp, put in the chicken, turning it so as
to brown it all over. Put in a thick slice of ham, let it also brown a
bit, do the same with four sliced onions--mild ones--then add two
gallons cold water, half a teaspoonful salt, two pods red pepper, a
dozen whole pepper corns, and two sprigs of parsley. Keep at a gentle
boil for an hour, then put in two small heads of tender cabbage finely
shredded, and six white potatoes, peeled and sliced a quarter-inch
thick. Fifteen minutes later put in a quart of string beans, broken
short, a pint of shelled lima beans, a stalk of celery cut fine
lengthwise, and a dozen tomatoes, peeled and sliced. Follow them in ten
minutes with a pint of tender okra sliced--next add a little later the
pulp from a dozen ears of green corn, slit lengthwise and scraped. Stir
almost constantly with a long-handled skimmer, after the corn pulp is
in. If the skimmer brings up chicken bones, throw them aside. Just
before serving put in a large spoonful of butter, rolled in flour.
Taste, add salt if required. Serve very hot with corn hoe cake and cider
just beginning to sparkle. If there is soup enough for everybody,
nothing else will be wanted.

_Black Turtle Bean Soup_: Pick and wash clean, one quart black turtle
beans, soak overnight in three quarts cold water, and put on to boil
next morning in the soaking water. When it boils add three onions
sliced, one carrot scraped and cut up, a stalk or so of celery, three
sprigs of parsley, and one tomato, fresh or canned. Boil slowly four to
five hours, until the beans are tender, filling up with cold water as
that in the kettle wastes. When the beans are very soft, strain all
through a fine collander, mashing through beans and vegetables, add a
quart of very good soup stock, also a bay leaf, and boil up hard half a
minute before serving. Put into each soup plate a slice of lemon, a
slice of hard-boiled egg, and a tablespoonful of sherry wine before
adding the soup.

_Gumbo_: Cut a tender, fat chicken, nearly grown, into joints, season
well with salt and pepper, and fry for ten minutes in the fat from half
a pound of bacon, with two thick slices of ham. Then add two onions
chopped fine, six large ripe tomatoes, peeled and chopped, adding with
them their juice, half a large pod of mild red pepper, cut small, a
teaspoonful of minced thyme and parsley mixed, a pint of tender sliced
okra, stemmed and cut lengthwise. Cook altogether, watching all the
time, and stirring constantly to prevent scorching until everything is
well-browned. Then add three quarts fresh-boiled water, on the full
boil, set the pot where it will barely simmer, and cook an hour longer,
taking the same pains against scorching. Rice to eat with the gumbo--it
must never be cooked in the pot--needs to be washed until the water runs
clear from it, drained, then tossed into a wide kettle of water on the
bubbling boil, and cooked for twenty minutes. The water must be salted
to taste. Drain the rice in a collander, set it after draining in the
oven for a minute. The grains should stand out separate, but be very
tender. Rice thus cooked, and served with plenty of butter, is excellent
as a vegetable.

_Wedding Salad_: Roast unstuffed, three young tender turkeys, or six
full grown chickens. Take the white meat only, cut it fine with shears,
cutting across the grain, while hot. Let cool, then mix it with ten
hearts of crisp celery cut in bits, two heads of tender white cabbage,
finely chopped, rejecting hard stalks--use three heads if very
small--and set in a cool place. For the dressing boil thirty fresh eggs
twenty minutes, throw in cold water, shell, take out the yolks, saving
the white for garnishing, mash the yolks while hot very smooth with a
pound and a half of best butter, season them well with salt, pepper, a
little dry mustard, celery seed, and, if at hand, a dash of walnut
catsup, but not enough to discolor. Add also a teaspoonful of
sugar--this to blend flavors only. Add a little at a time enough warm
vinegar to make as thick as cream. Chill, and pour over the salad, mix
well through, then heap it in a big glass bowl, lined with partly white
lettuce leaves, make a wreath of leaves around the top, and in serving,
lay a larger lettuce leaf on each plate, filling it with the
yellow-white salad.

_Fruit Salad_: Wash well a very ripe juicy pineapple, let dry, then
shred with a fork, holding the crown in the left hand firmly, while you
pull away sections with the fork in the right. Thus you avoid taking any
of the hard center. Peel the sections delicately after they are
separated, and cut them in long thin slivers, with the grain. Arrange
these slivers star-shape upon lettuce leaves in the plates, lay a very
narrow slip of pimento--sweet red pepper,--between each two of them,
then fill in the points of the stars with grape-fruit pulp, freed of
skin and seed, and broken into convenient sized bits. Lay more pimento
strips upon it. Set on ice till ready to serve, then drench with sweet
French dressing.

_Sweet French Dressing_: Mix well a scant teaspoonful of granulated
sugar, the same of dry mustard, half a teaspoonful salt, as much black
pepper and paprika mixed, put in the bottom of a deep small bowl, and
stir for two minutes. Wet with claret vinegar, adding it gradually, and
stirring smooth. Make as thick as cream. Add twenty drops tabasco,
twenty drops onion juice, the strained juice of half a lemon, and half a
teaspoonful of brandy, rum or whiskey. Mix well, then add, tablespoonful
at a time, a gill of salad oil, stirring hard between spoonfuls. Put in
more vinegar, more oil--the seasoning suffices for half a pint of
dressing. Stir till it thickens--it should be like an emulsion when
poured upon the salad. Keep on ice. The oil and vinegar will separate,
but the dressing can be brought back by stirring hard.

_Banana and Celery Salad_: Chill heart celery and very ripe bananas,
slice thin crosswise, mingling the rounds well. Pile on lettuce leaves,
and cover with French dressing, into which finely grated cheese has been
scantly stirred. This dressing with cheese is fine for tender Romaine,
also for almost any sort of cooked vegetable used as salad.

_Red and White Salad_: Make cups from lettuce hearts, fasten them to the
plate, with a drop of melted butter, fill lightly with grape-fruit pulp,
and set a tiny red beet, boiled tender, in the middle. Have a very sharp
French dressing made with oil lemon juice and Tarragon vinegar. Pass
with this cheese straws, or toasted cracker sprinkled lightly with
Parmesan cheese.

_Pineapple Salad_: Pare and core a very ripe, sweet pineapple, cut in
slices crosswise, lay the slices in a bowl, with a sprinkle of sugar,
half a cup rum or sherry, all the juice shed in cutting up, and a grate
of nutmeg. Let stand till morning, cool, but not on ice. Make rosettes
of small lettuce leaves in the plates, lay a slice of pineapple on each,
fill the hole in the center with pink pimento cheese. Make the cheese
into a ball the size of a marble, and stick in it a tiny sprig of celery
top. Put a little of the syrup from the bowl in each plate, then finish
with very sharp French dressing. Make the pimento cheese by grinding
fine half a can of pimento, and mixing it through two cakes of cream
cheese, softening the cheese with French dressing, and seasoning it to
taste.

_Cold Slaw_: (V. Moroso.) Shave very fine half a medium sized head of
tender cabbage, put in a bowl, and cover with this dressing. Melt over
hot water a heaping tablespoonful of butter, with two tablespoonfuls
sugar, a saltspoon of pepper, a teaspoonful of salt, dash of red pepper,
and scant teaspoonful dry mustard. Mix smooth, then add gradually four
tablespoonfuls vinegar, mix well, then put in the yolk of a raw egg,
beating it in hard. Cook till creamy, but not too thick. Take from
fire, and add if you like, two tablespoonfuls cream, but it is not
essential--the dressing is good without it.

_Tomato Soy_: Take one gallon solid, ripe tomatoes, peeled and sliced,
or four canfuls put up in glass, put in a preserving kettle with a quart
of sliced onions, two tablespoonfuls salt, as much moist sugar,
teaspoonful black pepper, saltspoon paprika, four hearts of celery cut
fine, a tablespoonful of pounded cloves, alspice, mace, grated nutmeg,
and cinnamon mixed. Stir well together and cook slowly, taking care not
to burn, until reduced one-half. Dry mustard or mustard seed can be
added, but many palates do not relish them. After boiling down add a
quart of very sharp vinegar, stir well through, skim if froth rises,
bottle hot, and seal. This keeps a long time in a dark cool place.

_Table Mustard_: Mix well together two tablespoonfuls dry mustard, scant
teaspoon sugar, half a teaspoon salt. Wet smooth, to a very stiff paste
with boiling water, then add either a teaspoon of onion juice, or a
clove of garlic mashed, stir well through, add little by little, a
tablespoonful olive oil, then thin, with very sharp vinegar, added
gradually so as not to lump nor curdle, to the consistency of thin
cream. Put in a glass jar, seal tight and let stand a week. A month is
better--indeed, the mustard improves with age if not permitted to dry
up.

_Cabbage Pickle_: Shred enough tender cabbage to make four quarts, put
with it four large green tomatoes, sliced thin, six large onions,
chopped fine, three green peppers also chopped, rejecting the seed, two
ounces white mustard seed, half-ounce celery seed, quarter-ounce
turmeric, three tablespoonfuls salt, two pounds white sugar, two quarts
vinegar. Put all in a preserving kettle, set it upon an asbestos mat
over a slow fire, and cook gently for several hours, stirring so it
shall not scorch. It must be tender throughout but not mushy-soft.

_Cauliflower Pickle_: Drop two heads cauliflower in salted boiling
water, cook fifteen minutes, take up, drop in cold water, separate into
neat florets, and pack down in a clean crock. Pour upon the florets,
hot, a quart of vinegar, seasoned with a mixture of two tablespoonfuls
salad oil, teaspoonful dry mustard, tablespoonful sugar, teaspoonful
salt, half-teaspoonful onion juice, half-teaspoonful black pepper, dash
of paprika, ten drops tabasco. Bring all to a boil, and pour over the
pickle, first strewing well through it blade mace, whole cloves, alspice
and cinnamon, broken small but not powdered.

_Pear Relish_: Wash and stem a gallon of sound ripe, but not mellow
Seckel pears, remove the blossoms with a very sharp narrow pen-knife,
and stick a clove in each cut. Drain, and drop into a syrup, made of
three pounds of sugar and a quart of vinegar. Bring to a quick boil,
skim, and set back to simmer. Add after skimming, cloves, alspice, mace,
ginger, cinnamon, and black pepper, pounded small but not powdered. Cut
up a large sweet red pepper, and drop in the shreds. Let cook till the
pears are tender. If the syrup is thin, add more sugar--some pears yield
more juice than others. Sliced lemon gives a piquant tang, but is
optional. Put in glass or stone jars, and cover tight, laying a brandy
paper on top.

_Cherries Piquant_: Wash well, and stem but do not pit, half a gallon
ripe Morello cherries. Drain well, strew spices well through them, lay
thin sliced lemon on top, add a dozen whole pepper corns, and a tiny pod
of Cayenne pepper, then pour over a pint of sharp vinegar, boiled with
four pounds of sugar, and skimmed clean. Let stand all night, drain off
syrup in the morning, boil up, skim, and pour again over the fruit. Next
day, put all in a kettle, and cook for fifteen minutes, then put in
glass jars, seal and keep dark. Especially good with game or any meat
highly seasoned.

_Gooseberry Jam Spiced_: Wash, and nub half a gallon of green
gooseberries, picked just before they ripen. Put them in a kettle with
six large cups of sugar, a cup of water, half a teaspoonful each of
cloves, alspice, mace, grated nutmeg, and cinnamon, the grated yellow
peel of an orange and the strained juice. Cook slowly until thick--it
should jelly when dropped on a plate. Pack in small jars. One of the
very finest accompaniments to any sort of fowl. By leaving out the
spices, and merely cooking the berries thick enough to cut like cheese,
it is as fine as _bar le duc_ for serving with salad.

_Frozen Cranberry Sauce_: (Mrs. R. Heim.) Gives a new tang to game,
roast turkey, capon or duck. Cook a quart of cranberries until very soft
in one pint water, strain through coarse sieve, getting all the pulp,
add to it one and a half pints sugar, the juice--strained--of four
lemons, one quart boiling water, bring to a boil, skim clean, let cool,
and freeze rather soft.

"_Apple Sauce Gone To Heaven_": Thus a poet names it, though I, the
architect thereof, insist that it is wholly and beautifully mundane. To
make it, pare eight firm apples, the higher-flavored the better, core,
drop into cold water, as pared, let stand till you make the syrup. Take
a cup of sugar to each two apples and a cup of water to each two cups of
sugar. Bring to a boil, skim, clean twice, then throw in half a dozen
blades of mace, bits of thin yellow peel from two lemons, a few bits of
stick cinnamon, and one pepper corn--no more. Stick four cloves in each
apple, drop them in the syrup, which must be on the bubbling boil. After
the apples are in--they should just cover the pan, add the strained
juice of two lemons. Boil hard for five minutes, turn over the apples,
simmer till done--they will look clear all through. Skim out with a
perforated ladle, letting all syrup drain away from them, arrange in a
deepish glass dish, or pile on a glass platter. Boil the syrup until it
jellies when dropped on a plate, then dip it by spoonfuls over the
apples, letting it harden as it is dipped.

Another way, and easier, is to wash and core the apples, without
peeling, stick in the cloves, put in an earthen or agate baking dish,
add the sugar, water, spices, cover close, and set in a hot oven. Cook
until the apples are soft through, then uncover, and crisp a little on
top. The peel will be edible, and the flavor richer than when boiled,
but the dish is not so decorative.

_Spiced Grapes_: Wash and drain sound full-ripe grapes, pick from the
stems, then pop out the grapes singly from the hulls. Save the hulls and
juice. Put the pulp and seeds over the fire, cook until soft, strain
through a colander to remove the seed, then add the pulp to the hulls
and juice, put all over the fire, with equal weight of sugar, and spices
to taste. I like cloves, alspice, mace and cinnamon, all pounded small,
but not powdered. Cook until thick, take care not to burn, put into
glasses like jelly, and serve with any sort of meat, or as a sweet.

Wild grapes washed, picked from stems, stewed and passed through a
colander, furnish a pulp that is worth sugar, spices and so on. Cook as
directed for vineyard grapes. By leaving out the most part of spices,
and putting in vinegar, a cupful to the quart of syrup, the result is a
very piquant jelly, or more properly, fruit cheese.

_Sweet-Sour Pears_: The pears must be ripe, but very firm. If large,
pare and quarter, cutting out the core, stick a clove in each quarter,
and drop as pared in cold ginger tea. If small or medium, wash instead
of paring, take out cores, stick two cloves in each cavity, pack close
in the kettle and cover when all are in with strained ginger tea. Boil
in the tea fifteen minutes, until a fork will pierce without too much
exertion. Skim out then, pack in jars, strewing spices liberally
through, then cover with vinegar boiling hot, to which you had added a
cupful of sugar for each quart. Let stand twenty-four hours, drain off,
boil, and pour over again. Do this three times, then put all in the
kettle, bring to a boil, cook five minutes, and put while hot in clean
stone jars.

_Spiced Plums_: All manner of plums, even the red wild fruit, make the
finest sort of relishes when cooked properly. Wash, pick, and weigh,
take four pounds of sugar to five of fruit, with what spices you choose,
never forgetting a tiny pod of Cayenne pepper, put all over the fire,
let boil slowly, skimming off froth. Stir with a perforated skimmer--it
will take out the most part of stones. A few stones left in give a fine
bitter almond flavor after the plums have stood a while. Take care not
to scorch, cook until very thick, then add strong vinegar, a cupful to
the half-gallon of fruit. Boil three minutes longer, put hot into
well-scalded jars, lay brandy paper over, or seal with paraffin.

_Baked Peaches_: Especially fine with barbecued lamb or roast duck or
smothered chicken. Peel one dozen large, ripe, juicy peaches, stick two
cloves in each, set in an agate or earthen pan they will just fill, add
two cups sugar, a tablespoonful butter, a very little water, and a good
strewing of mace and lemon peel. Cover close, and bake until done. Serve
hot. Instead of butter, a gill of whiskey may be used, putting it in
just before the peaches are taken up, and letting them stand covered
until the spirit goes through them. So prepared, they are better cold
than warm. The pits flavor the fruit so delicately they should never be
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[Illustration: _Vegetables, Fruit Desserts, Sandwiches_]


_Tomato Layer_: Peel and slice a dozen meaty tomatoes, slice thin six
mild onions, cut the corn from half a dozen large ears, saving the milk.
Cover an earthen baking dish with a layer of tomatoes, season well with
salt and pepper, also the least suspicion of sugar. Lay onion slices
over, sprinkle lightly with salt, then add a layer of corn, seasoning it
with salt and a little sugar. Repeat till the dish is full. Pour over
the corn milk, the tomato juice, and a heaping tablespoonful of melted
butter. Bake in a hot oven half an hour, covering it for twenty
minutes, then browning uncovered. When corn is not in season, very crisp
brown bread crumbs may take its place. But it should be against the law
to put soft crumbs or any sort of bread uncrisped, into cooked tomatoes.
A green pepper shredded and mixed through the layers adds to the
flavor--for the devotees of green peppers.

_Corn Pudding_: Slit lengthwise the grains in eight large ears of corn,
scrape out the pulp carefully, saving all milk that runs. The corn
should be full, but not the least hard--if it has reached the dough
state, the grains will keep shape. Beat three eggs very light, with half
a teaspoonful salt, a tablespoonful sugar, plenty of black pepper, and
paprika, half a cup of very soft butter, and half a cup sweet cream. Add
the corn pulp and milk, stir well together--if too thick, thin with a
little milk. Pour into a pudding dish, cover and bake ten minutes, then
uncover, and bake until done.

_Fried Corn_: Fry crisp, half-pound streaky bacon, take up, and put into
the fat, bubbling hot, eight large ears of corn cut from the cob, and
seasoned with salt and black pepper. Add also the corn-milk, stir well
together for five minutes, then put an asbestos mat under the skillet
and let stand till the corn forms a thick brown crust over the bottom.
Pour out, loosen this crust with a knife, lay on top the corn, lay on
also the crisp bacon, and serve very hot. A famous breakfast dish down
south all through "Roas'in' ear time." That is to say, from July to
October.

_Hulled Corn_: Known otherwise as lye hominy, and samp. Put a pint of
clean strong wood ashes into half a gallon of water, boil twenty
minutes--or until the water feels slippery. Let settle, drain off the
clear lye, and pour it upon as much white flint corn, shelled and
picked, as it will cover. Let stand until the hulls on the grains slip
under pressure--commonly twelve to twenty-four hours. Drain off lye,
cover with cold water, rubbing and scrubbing the grains between the
hands, till all are free of husks. Soak them in clear water, changing
it every few hours till no taste of lye remains. Then boil slowly in
three times its bulk of water, adding a little salt, but not much, until
very tender. A grain should mash between finger and thumb. Fill up as
the water boils away, and take care not to scorch. Cool uncovered, and
keep cool. To cook, dip out a dishful, fry it in bubbling bacon fat as
directed for corn. Or warm in a double boiler, and serve with butter and
sugar or cream and sugar, as a cereal. Use also as a vegetable the same
as rice or green corn. Hominy pudding, baked brown, and highly seasoned,
helps out a scant dinner wonderfully, as corn is the most heating of
grains, as well as one of the most nutritious.

_Steamed Potatoes_: Wash clean a dozen well-grown new potatoes, steam
until a fork will pierce, dry in heat five minutes, then peel, and throw
into a skillet, with a heaping tablespoonful of butter, well-rolled in
flour, half a pint of rich milk, ten drops onion juice, salt and pepper
to taste, and a teaspoonful of chopped parsley. The sauce must be
bubbling when the potatoes are put in. Toss them in it for five minutes,
put in deep dish and pour the gravy over. Serve very hot.

_Candied Sweet Potatoes_: Boil medium potatoes of even size, till a fork
will pierce--steaming is better though a bit more trouble--throw in cold
water for a minute, peel, and brush over with soft butter, then lay
separately in a wide skillet, with an inch of very rich syrup over the
bottom and set over slow fire. Turn the potatoes often in the syrup,
letting it coat all sides. Keep turning them until candied and a little
brown. If wanted very rich put butter and lemon juice in the syrup when
making it. Blade mace also flavors it very well.

_Tipsy Potatoes_: Choose rather large potatoes, peel, and cut across
into round slices about half an inch thick. Pack these in a baking dish
with plenty of sugar, and butter, mace, yellow lemon peel, pounded
cloves, and a single pepper corn. Add half a cup boiling water, cover
and bake till a fork pierces, then uncover, add a glass of rum, and
keep hot, but not too hot, until serving time. Or you can use half a
pint of claret, instead of the boiling water. Still another way, is to
mix a glass of sherry with a spoonful of cream, and add it to the dish
five minutes before it goes to table. Sweet cider can take the place of
wine. So can lemon or orange juice. But to my thinking, the Demon Rum,
or his elder brother whiskey, is best of all.

_Left-over Sweet Potatoes_: Peel, slice thick, dip in melted butter,
roll in sugar well seasoned with grated lemon peel, and nutmeg, lay in a
pan so as not to touch and make very hot in the oven. This last estate
is always better than the first.

_Potato Balls_: Mash boiled or baked sweet potatoes smooth, seasoning
them well with salt, pepper, cinnamon, a little nutmeg, and melted
butter. Bind with a well-beaten egg, flour the hands, and roll the
mashed potato into balls the size of large walnuts. Roll the balls in
fine crumbs or sifted cornmeal, drop in deep hot fat, fry crisp, drain,
and use as a garnish to roast pork, roast fowl, or broiled ham.

_Bananas_: Bananas are far too unfamiliar in the kitchen. They can be
cooked fifty ways--and in each be found excellent. The very best way I
have yet found, is to peel, slice in half, lengthwise, lay in a dish
with a cover, shake sugar over, add a little mace, lemon juice, lemon
peel, and melted butter, then bake until soft--seven to fifteen minutes
in a hot oven, according to the quantity in the dish. Or peel and slice,
leave unseasoned, and lay in the pan bacon has been cooked in, first
pouring away most of the fat. Cook five minutes in a hot oven, and send
to table with hot bread, crisp bacon and coffee for breakfast. A thick
slice of banana, along with a thick slice of tart apple, both very
lightly seasoned, makes a fine stuffing for squabs. Half a banana
delicately baked, and laid on a well-browned chop adds to looks and
flavor.

_Baking Vegetables_: Paper bags taught me the ease and value of cooking
vegetables in the oven rather than on top the stove. Less care is
required, less water, rather less heat. Peas and lima beans, for
example, after shelling, should be well washed, put in a pan with salt,
seasoning and a little water, covered close, and baked in a hot oven
half an hour to an hour. Green corn is never so well cooked, outside a
paper bag, as by laying it on a rack in a covered pan, putting a little
water underneath, covering close and setting the pan for nine minutes in
a hot oven. It is sweeter and richer than even when put in cold unsalted
water, brought to a boil, cooked one minute, then taken up. But however
heat is applied, long cooking ruins it. Cook till the milk is set--not a
second longer. Green peas should have several tender mint leaves put in
with them, also sugar in proportion of a teaspoonful to half a pint of
shelled peas. Lima beans are better flavored if the butter is put with
them along with the water. Use only enough to make steam--say two
tablespoonfuls to a fair-sized pan. Spinach and beet greens also bake
well, but require more water. Leave out salt, adding it after draining
and chopping them. They take twenty to thirty minutes, according to age.

All manner of fruits, berries in especial, cook finely in the oven. Put
in earthen or agate ware, with sugar, spices and a little water, cover
close and cook half to three quarters of an hour, according to bulk.
Uncover then--if done take up, if not let cook uncovered as long as
needed. Set the baking dishes always on rack or a grid-shelf, never on
the oven bottom nor solid metal. Thus the danger of burning is
minimized, also the need of stirring.

For _cauliflower au gratin_, cut the head into florets, lay them
compactly in the baking dish, add a little water, with salt, pepper and
butter. Bake covered until tender, then shake over the grated cheese,
and set back in the oven three to five minutes. Tomatoes, peeled and
whole except for cutting out the eyes, baked in a dish with a liberal
seasoning of salt, pepper, and butter, a strewing of sugar and a little
onion juice, look and taste wholly unlike stewed tomatoes, common or
garden variety.

_Boiling with Bacon_: Get a pound of streaky bacon, cut square if
possible, scrape and wash clean, put on in plenty of water, with a young
onion, a little thyme and parsley, bring to a quick boil, throw in cold
water, skim the pot clean, then let stand simmering for two to three
hours. Add to it either greens--mustard, turnip, or dandelion or field
salad, well washed and picked, let cook till very tender, then skim out,
drain in a colander, lay in a hot dish with the square of bacon on top.
Here is the foundation of a hearty and wholesome meal. The bacon by long
boiling is in a measure emulsified, and calculated to nourish the most
delicate stomach rather than to upset it. Serve two thin slices of it
with each helping of greens. You should have plenty of Cayenne vinegar,
very hot and sharp, hot corn bread, and cider or beer, to go along with
it.

String beans, known to the south country as snaps, never come fully to
their own, unless thus cooked with bacon. Even pork does not answer,
though that is far and away better than boiling and buttering or
flooding with milk sauces. It is the same with cabbage. Wash well, halve
or quarter, boil until very tender, drain and serve. Better cook as many
as the pot will hold and the bacon season, since fried cabbage, which is
chopped fine, and tossed in bacon fat with a seasoning of pepper, salt
and vinegar, helps out wonderfully for either breakfast, luncheon or
supper. Never throw away proper pot-liquor--it is a good and cheap
substitute for soup on cold days. Heat, and drop into it crisp
bread-crusts--if they are corn bread crusts made very brown, all the
better. Pioneer folk throve on pot-liquor to such an extent they had a
saying that it was sinful to have too much--pot-liquor and buttermilk at
the same meal.

_Fruit Desserts_: Fruits have affinities the same as human beings.
Witness the excellent agreement of grape fruit and rum. Nothing else,
not the finest liqueur, so brings out the flavor. But there are other
fruits which, conjoined to the grape fruit, make it more than ever
delicious. Strawberries for example. They must be fine and ripe. Wash
well, pick, wash again, halve if very large, and mix well in a bowl with
grape fruit pulp, freed of skin and seed, and broken to berry size. Add
sugar in layers, then pour over a tumbler of rum, let stand six hours on
ice, and serve with or without cream.

Strawberries mixed with ripe fresh pineapple, cut to berry size, and
well sweetened, are worthy of sherry, the best in the cellar, and rather
dry than sweet. Mixed with thin sliced oranges and bananas, use sound
claret--but do not put it on until just before serving--let the mixed
fruits stand only in sugar. Strawberries alone, go very well with claret
and sugar--adding cream if you like. Cream, lightly sweetened, flavored
with sherry or rum, or a liqueur, and whipped, gives the last touch of
perfection to a dessert of mixed fruit, or to wine jelly, or a cup of
after-dinner coffee, or afternoon chocolate.

A peach's first choice is brandy--it must be real, therefore costly.
Good whiskey answers, so does rum fairly. A good liqueur is better.
Sherry blends well if the fruit is very ripe and juicy. Peel and slice
six hours before serving, pack down in sugar, add the liqueur, and let
stand on ice until needed. Peaches cut small, mixed with California
grapes, skinned and seeded, also with grape fruit pulp broken small, and
drowned in sherry syrup, are surprisingly good. Make the sherry syrup by
three parts filling a glass jar with the best lump sugar, pouring on it
rather more wine than will cover it, adding the strained juice of a
lemon, or orange, a few shreds of yellow peel, and a blade of mace, then
setting in sunshine until the sugar dissolves. It should be almost like
honey--no other sweetening is needed. A spoonful in after-dinner coffee
makes it another beverage--just as a syrup made in the same way from
rum, sugar and lemon juice, glorifies afternoon tea.

White grapes halved and seeded mixed with bananas cut small, and orange
pulp, well sweetened and topped with whipped cream, either natural or
"laced" with sherry, make another easy dessert. Serve in tall footed
glasses, set on your finest doilies in your prettiest plates. Lay a
flower or a gay candy upon the plate--it adds enormously to the festive
effect and very little to the trouble.

A spoonful of rich wine jelly, laid upon any sort of fresh fruit, to my
thinking, makes it much better. Cream can be added also--but I do not
care for it--indeed do not taste it, nor things creamed. Ripe, juicy
cherries, pitted and mixed equally with banana cubes, then sweetened,
make a dessert my soul loves to recall. Not caring to eat them I never
make ice cream, frozen puddings, _mousses_, sherbets, nor many of the
gelatine desserts. Hence I have experimented rather widely in the
kingdom of fruits. This book is throughout very largely a record of
experience--I hope it may have the more value through being special
rather than universal.

_Sandwiches_: In sandwich making mind your _S's_. That is to say, have
your knife sharp, your bread stale, your butter soft. Moreover the
bread must be specially made--fine grained, firm, not crumbly, nor
ragged. Cut off crusts for ordinary sandwiches--but if shaping them with
cutters let it stay. Then you can cut to the paper-thinness
requisite--otherwise that is impossible. Work at a roomy table spread
with a clean old tablecloth over which put sheets of clean, thick paper.
Do your cutting on the papered surface--thus you save either turning
your knife edges against a platter or sorely gashing even an old cloth.
Keep fancy cutters all together and ready to your hand. Shape one kind
of sandwiches all the same--thus you distinguish them easily. Make as
many as your paper space will hold, before stamping out any--this saves
time and strength. Clear away the fragments from one making, before
beginning another sort, thus avoiding possible taints and confusion. Lay
your made sandwiches on a platter under a dry cloth with a double damp
one on top of it. They will not dry out, and it is much easier than
wrapping in oiled paper.

The nearer fillings approach the consistency of soft butter, the
better. In making sardine sandwiches, boil the eggs hard, mash the yolks
smooth while hot, softening them with either butter or salad
dressing--French dressing of course. It is best made with lemon juice
and very sharp vinegar for such use. Work into the eggs, the sardines
freed of skin and bone after draining well, and mashed as fine as
possible. A little of their oil may be added if the flavor is liked. But
lemon juice is better. Rub the mixture smooth with the back of a stout
wooden spoon, and pack close in a bowl so it shall not harden.

Pimento cheese needs to be softened with French dressing, until like
creamed butter. The finer the pimento is ground the better. Spread
evenly upon the buttered bread, lay other buttered bread upon it, and
pile square. When the pile gets high enough, cut through into triangles
or finger shapes, and lay under the damp cloth. Slice Swiss cheese very
thin with a sharp knife, season lightly with salt and paprika, and lay
between the buttered slices. Lettuce dressed with oil and lemon juice
and lightly sprinkled with Parmesan cheese makes a refreshing afternoon
sandwich. Ham needs to be ground fine--it must be boiled well of
course--seasoned lightly with made mustard, pepper, and lemon juice,
softened a bit with clear oil or butter, and spread thin. Tongue must be
treated the same way, else boiled very, very tender, skinned before
slicing, and sliced paper-thin. Rounds of it inside shaped sandwiches
are likely to surprise--and please--masculine palates.

For the shaped sandwich--leaf or star, or heart, or crescent, is the
happy home, generally, of all the fifty-seven varieties of fancy
sandwich fillings, sweet and sour, mushy and squshy, which make an
honest mouthful of natural flavor, a thing of joy. Yet this is not
saying novelty in sandwiches is undesirable. Contrariwise it is welcome
as summer rain. In witness, here is a filling from the far Philippines,
which albeit I have not tried it out yet, sounds to me enticing, and has
further the vouching of a cook most excellent. Grate fine as much Edam
or pineapple cheese as requisite, season well with paprika, add a few
grains of black pepper, wet with sherry to the consistency of cream, and
spread between buttered bread. If it is nut bread so much the better.
Nut bread is made thus.

_Nut Bread for Sandwiches_: (Mrs. Petre.) Beat two eggs very light, with
a scant teaspoonful salt, half cup sugar, and two cups milk. Sift four
cups flour twice with four teaspoonfuls baking powder. Mix with eggs and
milk, stir smooth, add one cup nuts finely chopped, let raise for twenty
minutes, in a double pan, and bake in a moderately quick oven. Do not
try to slice until perfectly cold--better wait till next day, keeping
the bread where it will not dry out. Slice very thin, after buttering.
Makes sandwiches of special excellence with any sort of good filling.




[Illustration: _Pickles, Preserves, Coffee, Tea, Chocolate_]


_Brine for Pickling_: Use rain water if possible and regular picking
salt--it is coarse and much stronger than cooking salt. Lacking rain
water, soften other water by dissolving in it the day beforehand, a
pinch of washing soda--this neutralizes largely the mineral contents.
Put over the fire in a deep, clean kettle, bring to a boil, put in
salt--a pint to the gallon of water is the usual proportion. Boil and
skim, add a pinch of saltpeter and tablespoonful of sugar for each pint
of salt--the pinches must not be large. Add also six whole cloves for
each gallon. Take from fire, let cool, drop in an egg--it should float
to show the size of a quarter of a dollar. Otherwise the brine needs
more salt. Dissolve a pint extra in as little water as suffices, and add
to the brine, then test again. Put the brine when cold into a clean,
roomy vessel, a keg or barrel, else a big stone crock. It should not
quite half fill it. Provide a heading that will float upon it, also a
light weight to keep the heading on the pickles when put in, and hold
them under the brine. Unless so held the uppermost rot, and spoil the
lot. Mold will gather around the head in spite of the cloves, but less
than without them. Whenever you put in fresh pickles, take out the head,
wash and scald, dry, and return to place.

Anything edible will make pickle--still there are many things better
kept out of the brine. Cabbage and cauliflower for example do not need
it--green tomatoes, onions, and Jerusalem artichokes are likewise taboo.
The artichokes make good pickle, but it must be made all at once. Cut
anything intended for the brine with a bit of stalk, and without
bruising the stalk. Cucumbers should be small, and even in size,
gherkins about half grown, string beans, three parts grown, crook-neck
squash very small and tender, green peppers for mangoes, full grown but
not turning, muskmelons for other mangoes three parts grown. Wash clean
or wipe with a damp cloth. Cut pickles in early morning, so they may be
fresh and crisp. Never put in any wilted bit--thereby you invite decay.

Watermelon rind makes fine pickle, sweet and sour--also citron, queen of
all home made preserves. It must be fairly thick, sound and unbruised.
The Rattle Snake melon has a good rind for such uses. The finer flavored
and thinner-rinded varieties that come to market, are rarely worth
cutting up. The cutting up is a bit tedious. The rind must be cut in
strips rather more than an inch wide and three to five inches long, then
trimmed on each side, free of green outer skin, and all trace of the
soft inside. There will remain less than half an inch thickness of firm
pale green tissue with potentialities of delight--if you know how to
bring them out.

Firm clingstone peaches not fully ripe, can be put in the brine--they
had better, however, be pickled without it. For whatever is put in, and
saved by salt, must be freed of the salt by long soaking before it is
fit to eat. The soaking process is the same for everything--take from
brine, wash clean in tepid water, put to soak in cold water with
something on top to hold the pickles down. Change water twice the first
day, afterward every day, until it has not the least salt taste.

You can make pickle by soaking in brine three days, then washing clean,
putting over the fire in clear water, bringing to scalding heat, then
pouring off the water, covering with vinegar, and bringing just to a
boil. Drain away this vinegar, which has served its turn, pack down the
pickles in a jar, seasoning them well with mixed spices, whole, not in
powder, covering with fresh, hot vinegar, letting cool uncovered, then
tieing down, and keep dark and cool.

_Watermelon Rind Pickle_: Scald the soaked rind in strong ginger tea,
let stand two minutes barely simmering, then skim out, lay in another
kettle, putting in equal quantities of cloves, mace, alspice, and
cinnamon, half as much grated nutmeg, the same of whole pepper corns,
several pods of Cayenne pepper, white mustard and celery seed, covering
with cider vinegar, the only sort that will keep pickles well, bringing
just to the boil, then putting down hot in jars, tying down after
cooling, and setting in a dark, cool, airy place.

For sweet pickle, prepare and season, then to each pint of vinegar put
one and a half pounds of sugar, boil together one minute, stirring well,
and skimming clean, then pour over rind and spices, keep hot for ten
minutes without boiling, then put into jars. If wanted only a little
sweet, use but half a pound of sugar.

_Mangoes_: Either green peppers or young melons will serve as a
foundation--epicures rather preferring the peppers. After making
thoroughly fresh, cut out the stems from the peppers, removing and
throwing away the seed but saving the stems. Cut a section from the
side of each melon, and remove everything inside. Fit back stems,
sections, etc., then pack in a kettle in layers with fresh grape leaves
between, add a bit of alum as big as the thumb's end, cover all with
strong, cold vinegar, bring to a boil, and simmer gently for twenty
minutes. Let stand in vinegar two or three days, throwing away the
leaves. Take out, rinse and drain. To stuff four dozen, bruise, soak,
cut small and dry, half a pound of race ginger, add half a pint each
black and white mustard seed, mace, allspice, Turmeric, black pepper,
each half an ounce, beat all together to a rather fine powder, add a
dash of garlic, and mix smooth in half a cup of salad oil. Chop very
fine a small head of firm but tender cabbage, three fine hearts of
celery, half a dozen small pickled cucumbers, half a pint small onions,
a large, sweet red pepper, finely shredded, add a teaspoonful sugar, a
tablespoonful of brandy, or dry sherry, the mixed spices, work all well
together, stuff the mangoes neatly, sew up with soft thread or tie about
with very narrow tape, pack down in stone jars, cover with the best
cold vinegar, pour a film of salad oil on top, tie down and let stand
two months. If wanted sweetish, add moist sugar to the vinegar, a pound
to the gallon. Mangoes are for men in the general--and men like things
hot and sour.

_Walnut Pickle_: Gather white walnuts in June--they must be tender
enough to cut with the finger nail. Wash, drain and pack down in jars
smothered in salt. Let stand a fortnight, drain off the resultant brine
then, scald the nuts in strong vinegar, let stand hot, but not boiling,
for twenty minutes, then drain, and pack in jars, putting between the
layers, a mixture of cloves, alspice, black and red pepper, in equal
quantity, with half as much mace, nutmeg, cinnamon and ginger. Strew in
a very little salt, and a little more sugar. Mix mustard and celery seed
in a cup of salad oil, and add to the jars, after the nuts are in. Scald
strong cider vinegar, skim clean, let cool, pour over the prepared nuts,
film with oil on top. Leave open for two days--if the vinegar sinks
through absorption, fill up the jars. Paste paper over mouths, tie down
securely, and set in a cool place until next year. It takes twelve
months for pickled walnuts fully to "find themselves."

_Preserving Fruit_: Peaches, pears, plums, or cherries, the process is
much the same. Use the finest fruit, ripe but not over-ripe. There is no
greater waste of strength, time, and sugar, than in preserving
tasteless, inferior fruit. Pare peaches and drop instantly in water to
save discoloration. Do the same with pears, pit cherries, saving the
juice. Wash and prick plums if large--if small, merely wash and drain.
Halve clear stone peaches but put in a few seeds for the flavor. Leave
clingstones on the seed, unless very large, else saw them in three,
across the stones. They make less handsome preserves thus sawn but of
finer flavor. Weigh, take pound for pound of sugar, with a pound over
for the kettle. Very acid fruit, cherries or gooseberries, will require
six pounds of sugar to four of fruit. Pack pears and peaches after
paring in the sugar over night. Drain off the syrup at morning, put the
fruit in the kettle, cover with strained ginger tea, and simmer for ten
minutes. Meantime cook the sugar and fruit juice in another kettle. Drop
the fruit hot in the boiling syrup, set the kettle in a hot oven, and
let it cook there until the preserves are done--the fruit clear, and the
syrup thick. If it is not rich enough, skim out the fruit, and reduce
the syrup by rapid boiling, then pour over the hot fruit in jars.

It is only by cooking thus in ginger tea, or plain water, pear and
quince preserves can be made soft. Quinces do not need to stand
overnight in sugar--rather heat the sugar, and put it in the liquid they
have been boiled in, after skimming out the fruit. It should be cooked
without sugar till a fork easily pierces it, but not until it begins to
rag.

Put cherry juice and sugar over the fire, adding a little water if juice
is scant, boil up, stirring well and skimming clean, then put in the
fruit, and let it simmer ten minutes, and finish by setting the kettle
in the oven till the preserves are rich and thick.

Fancy peach preserves require white, juicy fruit cut up, but not too
thin. Let it stand in sugar overnight--drain off syrup in morning, boil,
skim clean, then drop in fruit a handful at a time, and cook till clear.
Skim out, put in more, lay cooked fruit on platters, and set under glass
in sun. Sun all day. Next day boil syrup a little more, drop in fruit,
heat through, then put all in clear glass jars, and set for ten days in
hot sunshine, covered close. The fruit should be a rich translucent
pink, the syrup as rich as honey, and a little lighter pink. These are
much handsomer than the gingered peaches but not so good. Ginger tea in
syrup makes it always darker.

Plums require nothing extra in the way of flavoring. Make a very thick
syrup of the sugar and a little water, skim clean, drop in the pricked
plums, and cook gently till clear. Skim out, reduce the syrup by further
boiling and pour it over the fruit, packed in jars. By oven-cooking
after a good boil up, there is so little occasion for stirring, the
plums are left almost entirely whole.

_Ginger Pears_: (Leslie Fox.) Four pounds pears peeled and cut small,
four pounds granulated sugar, juice of four lemons, and the grated peel
of two, two ounces preserved ginger cut very fine. Cook all together
over a slow fire until thick and rich--it should make a firm jelly. Put
away in glass with brandy paper on top the same as other preserves.

_Tutti Frutti_: (Mrs. J. R. Oldham.) Begin by getting a big wide-mouthed
jar, either thoroughly glazed earthenware, or thick, dark glass. Wash
well, fill with hot water, add a half-pound washing soda, and let stand
a day. Empty, rinse three times, and wipe dry. Thus you make end to
potential molds and microbes. Do this in early spring. Put into the jar,
a quart of good brandy and a tablespoonful of mixed spices--any your
taste approves, also a little finely shredded yellow peel of lemons and
oranges. Wash well and hull a quart of fine ripe strawberries, add them
with their own weight in sugar to the brandy, let stand till raspberries
and cherries are ripe, then put in a quart of each, along with their
weight in sugar. Do this with all fruit as it comes in season--forced
fruit, or that shipped long distances has not enough flavor. Add grapes,
halved and seeded, gooseberries, nibbed and washed, blackberries,
peaches pared and quartered. Currants are best left out, but by no means
slight plums. The big meaty sorts are best. Add as much sugar as fruit,
and from time to time more brandy--there must be always enough to stand
well above the fruit. Add spices also as the jar grows, and if almond
flavor is approved, kernels of all the stone fruit, well blanched. Lay
on a saucer or small plate, when the jar is full, to hold the fruit well
under the liquor. Tie down, and leave standing for three months. Fine
for almost any use--especially to sauce mild puddings.

_Green Tomato Preserves_: Take medium size tomatoes, smooth, even,
meaty, just on the point of turning but still green. Pare very
carefully with a sharp knife. Cut out eyes, taking care not to cut into
a seed cavity. Weigh--to four pounds fruit take six of sugar. Lay the
peeled tomatoes in clear lime water for an hour, take out, rinse, and
simmer for ten minutes in strained ginger tea. Make a syrup in another
kettle, putting half a cup water to the pound of sugar. Skim clean, put
in the tomatoes, add the strained juice of lemons--three for a large
kettle full, and simmer for two hours, until the fruit is clear. Cut the
lemon rind in strips, boil tender in strong salt water, then boil fresh
in clear water, and add to the syrup. Simmer all together for another
hour, then skim out the fruit, boil the syrup to the thickness of honey,
and pour over the tomatoes after putting them in jars. It ought to be
very clear, and the tomatoes a pale, clear green. Among the handsomest
of all preserves, also the most delicious, once you get the hang of
making them. Ripe yellow tomatoes are preserved the same way, except
that they are scalded for peeling, and hardened by dropping in alum
water after their lime-water bath. The same process applied to
watermelon rind after it is freshened makes citron.

_Brandy Peaches and Pears_: These can be made without cooking. Choose
ripe, perfect fruit, pare, stick three cloves in each, weigh, take pound
for pound of sugar with one over for the jar. Pack down in a large jar,
putting spices between, and filling sugar into every crevice. Crowd in
every bit possible, then pour on enough whiskey to stand an inch above
the fruit. Let stand--in twenty-four hours more whiskey will be needed.
Fill up, sprinkle a few more whole cloves on top, also two small pods of
Cayenne pepper, and half a dozen pepper corns. Tie down and keep cool.
Fit for use in a fortnight, and of fine keeping quality. The same
treatment with vinegar in place of whiskey makes very good sweet pickle.

Another way, is to pack the fruit in sugar over night, drain off the
juice at morning, boil and skim it, and pour back upon the fruit. Repeat
twice--the third time put everything in the kettle, cook till a fork
will pierce the fruit, then pack in jars, adding spices to taste, and
one fourth as much whiskey as there is fruit and syrup. This likewise
can be turned into very rich sweet pickle, by using vinegar instead of
whiskey, putting it with the syrup at first boiling, sticking cloves in
the fruit, and adding spices to taste.

Throw stemmed and washed cherries, unpitted, into thick syrup made of
their weight in sugar with half a cup water to the pound. Let boil, set
in oven for half an hour, take up, add spices, and either brandy or
vinegar, in the proportion of one to three. Let stand uncovered to cool,
put in jars, cover with brandy paper, tie down and keep dark and cool.

_Tea: Coffee: Chocolate_: My tea-making is unorthodox, but people like
to drink the brew. Bring fresh water to a bubbling boil in a clean, wide
kettle, throw in the tea--a tablespoonful to the gallon of water, let
boil just one minute, then strain from the leaves into a pot that has
stood for five minutes full of freshly boiled water, and that is
instantly wrapped about with a thick napkin, so it shall not cool. Serve
in tall glasses with rum and lemon, or with sherry syrup, flavored with
lemon, add a Maraschino cherry or so, or a tiny bit of ginger-flavored
citron. This for the unorthodox. Those who are orthodox can have cream
either whipped or plain, with rock candy crystals instead of sugar.

Coffee to be absolutely perfect should never get cold betwixt the
beginning of roasting and the end of drinking. Since that is out of the
question save to Grand Turks and faddists, mere mortals must make shift
with coffee freshly ground, put in a very clean pot, with the least
suspicion of salt--about six fine grains to the cupful, fresh cold
water, in the proportion of three cupfuls to two heaping spoonfuls of
ground coffee, then the pot set where it will take twenty minutes to
boil, and so carefully watched it can not possibly boil over. Boiling
over ruins it--makes it flat, bitter, aroma-less. So does long
boiling--one minute, no more, is the longest boiling time. Quick boiling
is as bad--the water has not time to extract the real goodness of the
coffee. Let stand five minutes to clear, keeping hot. Those who drink
coffee half milk may like it stronger--a cupful of water to the heaping
spoonful of coffee. I do not thus abuse one of the crowning mercies, so
make my coffee the strength I like to drink it. Reducing with boiling
water spoils the taste for me. So does pouring into another pot--my
silver pot is used only upon occasions when ceremony must outweigh
hospitality. In very cold weather hot water may well warm cups both for
tea and coffee. Standing on the grounds does not spoil the flavor of
coffee as it does tea.

Coffee from the original pot is quite another affair from the same thing
shifted. I am firmly of opinion that many a patent coffee-maker has gone
on to success through the fact that cups were filled directly from the
urn. I always feel that I taste my coffee mostly with my nose--nothing
refreshes me like the clean, keen fragrance of it--especially after
broken rest. It is idle to talk as so many authorities do, of using
"Java and Mocha blended." All the real Java and Mocha in the world is
snapped up, long before it filters down to the average level. Back in
the Dark Ages of my childhood, I knew experimentally real Java--we got
it by the sack-full straight from New Orleans--and called the Rio coffee
used by many of our neighbors "Seed tick coffee," imagining its flavor
was like the smell of those pests. Nowadays, Rio coffee has pretty well
the whole world for its parish. Wherefore the best one can do, is to get
it sound, well roasted, and as fresh as may be. Much as I love and
practice home preparation, I am willing to let the Trust or who will,
roast my coffee. Roasting is parlous work, hot, tedious, and tiresome,
also mighty apt to result in scorching if not burning. One last
caution--never meddle with the salt unless sure your hand is light, your
memory so trustworthy you will not put it in twice.

Chocolate spells milk, and cream, and trouble, hence I make it only on
occasions of high state. Yet--I am said to make it well. Perhaps the
secret lies in the brandy--a scant teaspoonful for each cake of
chocolate grated. Put in a bowl after grating, add the brandy, stir
about, then add enough hot water to dissolve smoothly, and stir into a
quart of rich milk, just brought to a boil. Add six lumps of sugar, stir
till dissolved, pour into your pot, which must have held boiling water
for five minutes previously, and serve in heated cups, with or without
whipped cream on top. There is no taste of the brandy--it appears merely
to give a smoothness to the blending. If the chocolate is too rich,
half-fill cups with boiling water, then pour in the chocolate. There are
brands of chocolate which can be made wholly of water--they will serve
at a pinch, but are not to be named with the real thing. Cocoa I have
never made, therefore say nothing about its making. Like Harry Percy's
wife, in cooking at least, I "never tell that which I do not know."




[Illustration: _When the Orchards "Hit"_]


When the peach orchard "hit" it meant joy to the plantation. Peaches had
so many charms--and there were so many ways of stretching the charms on
through winter scarcity. Peach drying was in a sort, a festival,
especially if there were a kiln, which made one independent of the
weather. It took many hands wielding many sharp knives in fair fruit to
keep a kiln of fair size running regularly. This though it were no more
than a thing of flat stones and clean clay mud, with paper laid over the
mud, and renewed periodically. There was a shed roof, over the kiln,
which sat commonly in the edge of the orchard. Black Daddy tended the
firing--with a couple of active lads to cut and fetch wood, what time
they were not fetching in great baskets of peaches.

Yellow peaches, not too ripe but full flavored, made the lightest and
sweetest dried fruit. And clingstones were ever so much better for
drying than the clear-seed sorts. Some folk took off the peach fuzz with
lye--they did not, I think, save trouble thereby, and certainly lost
somewhat in the flavor of their fruit. Mammy was a past mistress of
cutting "cups." That is to say, half-peaches, with only the seed deftly
removed. She sat with the biggest bread tray upon her well cushioned
knees, in the midst of the peelers, who as they peeled, dropped their
peaches into the tray.

When it over-ran with cups, somebody slimmer and suppler, took it away,
and spread the cut fruit, just touching, all over the hot kiln. It must
not be too hot--just so you couldn't bear the back of your hand to it
was about right. Daddy kept the temperature even, by thrusting into the
flues underneath it, long sticks of green wood, kindled well at the
flue-mouths. Cups shrank mightily in a little while--you could push of
an early trayful till it would no more than cover space the size of a
big dish, long before dinner time--in other words twelve o'clock--drying
was in full blast by seven. With fruit in gluts, and dropping fast, the
kiln was supplemented by scaffolds. Clean planks laid upon trestles, and
set in full sunshine, gave excellent accounts of themselves. This of
course if the sun shone steadily--in showery weather scaffold-drying was
no end of trouble. Weather permitting, it made--it still makes--the
finest and most flavorous dried fruit ever eaten.

The black people chose clear-seed peaches for their individual drying.
They made merry over splitting the fruit, and placing it, sitting out in
front of their cabins in the moonshine, or by torch-light. Washing was
all they gave the peach outsides--a little thing like a fuzzy rind their
palates did not object to. It was just as well, since clear-seed fruit,
peeled, shrinks unconscionably--to small scrawny knots, inclined to be
sticky--though it is but just to add, that in cooking, it comes back to
almost its original succulence. When the peach-cutting was done, there
was commonly a watermelon feast. Especially at Mammy's house--Daddy's
watermelons were famed throughout the county. He gave seed of them
sparingly, and if the truth must be told, rather grudgingly--but nobody
ever brought melons to quite his pitch of perfection. Possibly because
he planted for the most part, beside rotting stumps in the new ground,
where the earth had to be kept light and clean for tobacco, and where
the vines got somewhat of shade, and the roots fed fat upon the richness
of virgin soil.

It took eight bushels of ripe fruit, to make one of dry--this when the
peaches were big and fleshy. Small, seedy sorts demanded ten bushels for
one. Unpeeled, the ratio fell to seven for one. But there was seldom any
lack of fruit--beside the orchard, there were trees up and down all the
static fence rows--the corner of a worm fence furnishing an ideal seat.
Further, every field boasted trees, self-planted, sprung from chance
seed vagrantly cast. These volunteer trees often had the very best
fruit--perhaps because only peaches of superior excellence had been
worth carrying a-field. Tilth also helped--the field trees bent and
often broke under their fruity burdens. It was only when late frosts
made half or three parts of the young fruit drop, that we knew how fine
and beautiful these field peaches could be. Our trees, being all
seedlings, were in a degree, immortelles. Branches, even trunks might
bend and break, but the seminal roots sent up new shoots next season,
which in another year, bore fruit scantily. Still, these renewals never
gave quite such perfect fruit as grew upon vigorous young trees, just
come to full bearing.

Here or there a plantation owner like my starch and stately grandfather,
turned surplus peaches into brandy. In that happy time excise was--only
a word in the dictionary, so the yield of certain trees, very
free-bearing, of small, deep, red, clear-seed fruit, was allowed to get
dead-ripe on the trees, then mashed to a pulp in the cider trough, and
put into stands to ferment, then duly distilled. Barrelled, after two
years in the lumber house, it was racked into clean barrels, and some
part of it converted into "peach and honey," the favorite gentleman's
tipple. Strained honey was mixed with the brandy in varying
proportions--the amount depending somewhat upon individual tastes. Some
used one measure of honey to three of brandy, others put one to two,
still others, half and half, qualifying the sweetness by adding neat
brandy at the time of drinking. Peach and honey was kept properly in
stone jugs or in demijohns, improved mightily with age, and was, at its
best, to the last degree insidious. Newly mixed it was heady, but after
a year or more, as smooth as oil, and as mellow. The honey had something
to do with final excellence. That which the bees gathered from wild
raspberries in flower, being very clear, light- and
fine-flavored, was in especial request.

I think these peaches of the brandy orchards traced back to those the
Indians, Creeks, Choctaws, and Cherokees, planted in the mountain
valleys of Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee, and Virginia. They got
the seed from early Spaniard voyagers to Florida. There was indeed a
special Indian peach, as dark-skinned as its namesake, blood-red inside
and out, very sweet and full of juice, if permitted to ripen fully--but
as ill-tasting almost as a green persimmon, if unripe. There were
clearstone and clingstone sorts, and one tree differed from another in
glory of flavor, even as one star. That was the charm of our
seedlings--which had further a distinction of flavor no commercial fruit
ever yet owned.

August peaches were for drying--in September, early, came the Heaths,
for preserves, brandy fruit, and so on. October peaches, nearly all
clear-seed, made the finest peach butter. Understand, in those days,
canning, known as "hermetic sealing," was still a laboratory process. I
wonder if anybody else recalls, as I do, the first editions of fruit
cans? They were of tin, tall and straight, with a flaring upstanding
tin ruffle around the tops. The ruffle was for holding the sealing wax,
into which the edge of the tin top was thrust. They did not last
long--pretty soon, there were cans of the present shape--but sealing
them with wax was hard work, likewise uncertain. Women everywhere should
rise and call blessed he who invented the self-sealing jar.

Return we to our peach butter. It began in cider--the cider from fall
apples, very rich and sweet. To boil it down properly required a battery
of brass kettles swung over a log fire in the yard, the same as at
drying up lard time. Naturally brass kettles were at a premium--but
luckily everybody did not make peach butter, so it was no strain upon
neighborly comity to borrow of such. It took more than half a day to
boil down the cider properly--kettles were filled up constantly as there
was room. By and by, when the contents became almost syrup, peaches went
in--preferably the late, soft, white ones, dead ripe, very juicy, and
nearly as sweet as sugar. After the kettles were full of them, peeled
and halved, of course, the boiling went on until the fruit was mushy.
Constant stirring helped to make it so. Fresh peaches were added twice,
and cooked down until the paddle stood upright in the middle of the
kettle. Then came the spicing--putting in cloves, mace, bruised ginger,
and alspice--sparingly, but enough to flavor delicately. If the white
peaches ran short, there might be a supplemental butter-making when the
Red Octobers came in, at the very last of the month. They were big and
handsome, oval, with the richest crimson cheeks, but nothing like so
sweet as the white ones. So sugar, or honey, was added scantly, at the
end of the boiling down. If it had been put in earlier, it would have
added to the danger of burning.

A six-gallon crock of peach butter was no mean household asset--indeed
it ranked next to the crock of blackberry jam. It was good as a sauce,
or lightly sweetened, to spread on crust. As a filling for roly-polys it
had but one superior--namely dried peaches properly stewed.

Proper stewing meant washing a quart of dry fruit in two waters, soaking
overnight, then putting over the fire in the soaking water, covering
with a plate to hold the fruit down, and simmering at the least five
hours, filling up the kettle from time to time, and adding after the
fruit was soft a pound of sugar. Then at the very last spices to taste
went in. If the fruit were to be eaten along with meat, as a relish, a
cupful of vinegar was added after the sugar. This made it a near
approach to the finest sweet pickle. But as Mammy said often: "Dried
peaches wus good ernough fer anybody--dest by dee sefs, dry so."

Apple drying commonly came a little before peach. Horse apples, the best
and plentiest, ripened in the beginning of August. They were kiln-dried,
or scaffold-dried, and much less tedious than peaches since they were
sliced thin. When they got very mellow, drying ceased--commonly
everybody had plenty by that time--and the making of apple butter began.
It differed little from peach butter in the making, though mightily in
taste--being of a less piquant flavor. Cider, newly run was essential to
any sort of butter--hence the beating was done before breakfast. Cider
mills were not--but cider troughs abounded. They were dug from huge
poplar logs, squared outside with the broad axe, and adzed within to a
smooth finish. Apples well washed, were beaten in them with round headed
wooden pestles, and pressed in slat presses, the pomace laid on clean
straw, after the manner of cider pressing in English orchards. The first
runnings, somewhat muddy, were best for boiling down, but the clear last
runnings drank divinely--especially after keeping until there was just
the trace of sparkle to them.

Winter cider was commonly allowed to get hard. So was that meant for
distilling--apple brandy was only second to peach. But a barrel or keg,
would be kept sweet for women, children, and ministers--either by
smoking the inside of a clean barrel well with sulphur before putting in
the cider, or by hanging inside a barrel nearly full, a thin muslin bag
full of white mustard seed. Cider from russets and pear apples had a
peculiar excellence, so was kept for Christmas and other high days.

Pear cider--perry--we knew only in books. Not through lack of pears but
inclination to make it. Pears were dried the same as other fruit, but
commonly packed down after drying in sugar. Thus they were esteemed
nearly as good as peach chips, or even peach leather.

Peach chips were sliced thin, packed down in their own weight of sugar
and let stand twenty-four hours to toughen. Then the syrup was drained
from them, boiled, skimmed clean, spiced with mace and lemon peel, and
the slices dropped into it a few at a time and cooked until sweet
through. Then they were skimmed out, spread on dishes well sprinkled
with sugar, dredged with more sugar, set under glass in sunshine and
turned daily until dry. They were delicious, and served as other
confections--passed around with nuts and wine, or eaten instead of
candy.

So were cherries, dried in exactly the same manner, after pitting. When
dried without sugar they were used for cooking. So also were tomato
figs. Yellow tomatoes, smooth and even were best--but red ones
answered--the meatier the better. After scalding, peeling, soaking an
hour in clear lime-water to harden, they were rinsed clean, then dropped
in thick boiling syrup, a few at a time, simmered an hour, then skimmed
out, drained, sugared and dried under glass in the sun, or failing
sunshine, upon dishes in a very slow oven. Full-dry, they were packed
down in powdered sugar, in glass jars kept tightly closed. Unless thus
kept they had a knack of turning sticky--which defeated the purpose of
their creation.

Peach leather may not appeal to this day of many sweets--but it was good
indeed back in the spare elder time. To make it the very ripest, softest
peaches were peeled, and mashed smooth, working quickly so the pulp
might not color too deeply, then spread an inch thick upon large dishes
or even clean boards, and dried slowly in sunshine or the oven. After
it was full-dry, came the cutting into inch-strips. This took a very
sharp knife and a steady hand. Then the strips were coiled edgewise into
flat rounds, with sugar between the rounds of the coils, which had to be
packed down in more sugar and kept close, to save them from dampness,
which meant ruin.

If you had a fond and extravagant grandmother, you were almost sure to
have also a clove apple. That is to say, a fine firm winter apple, stuck
as full of cloves as it could hold, then allowed to dry very, very
slowly, in air neither hot nor cold. The cloves banished decay--their
fragrance joined to the fruity scent of the apple, certainly set off
things kept in the drawer with the apple. The applemakers justified
their extravagance--cloves cost money, then as now--by asserting a
belief in clove apples as sovereign against mildew or moths--which may
have had a color of reason.

The quince tree is the clown of the orchard, growing twisted and
writhing, as though hating a straight line. Notwithstanding, its fruit,
and the uses thereof, set the hall mark of housewifery. Especially in
the matter of jelly-making and marmalade. Further a quince pudding is in
the nature of an experience--so few have ever heard of it, so much fewer
made or tasted it. The making requires very ripe quinces--begin by
scrubbing them clean of fuzz, then set them in a deep pan, cover, after
adding a tablespoonful of water, and bake slowly until very soft. Scrape
out the pulp, throw away cores and skin. To a pint of pulp take four
eggs, beat the yolks light with three cups of sugar and a cup of creamed
butter, add the quince pulp, a little mace broken small or grated
nutmeg, then half a cup of cream, and the egg-whites beaten stiff. Bake
in a deep pan, and serve hot with hard or wine sauce.

Here are some fine points of jelly-making learned in that long ago. To
make the finest, clearest jelly, cook but little at a time. A large
kettleful will never have the color and brightness of two or three
glasses. Never undertake to make jelly of inferior fruit--that which is
unripe or over-ripe, or has begun to sour. Wash clean, and
drain--paring is not only waste work, but in a measure lessens flavor.
Put a little water with the fruit when you begin cooking it--cook rather
slowly so there shall be no scorching, and drain out rather than press
out the juice. Draining is much freer if the fruit is spread thin,
rather than dumped compactly in a bag. Double cheese cloth sewed fast
over stout wire, and laid on top of a wide bowl, makes a fine jelly
drainer--one cheap enough to be thrown away when discolored. A
discolored bag, by the way, makes jelly a bit darker. If there is no
pressure flannel is not required.

Plenty as fruit was with us, Mammy made jelly and marmalade from the
same quinces. They were well washed, peeled, quartered and the cores
removed, then the quarters boiled until soft in water to half-cover
them, skimmed out, mashed smooth with their own weight of sugar, and
spices to taste, then cooked very slowly until the spoon stood upright
in the mass, after which it went into glass jars, and had a brandy
paper laid duly on top.

Cores and paring were boiled to rags in water to fully cover them, then
strained out, the water strained again, and added to that in which the
fruit had boiled. Sugar was added--a pound to the pint of juice. But
first the juice was brought to a boil, and skimmed very clean. The
sugar, heated without scorching, went in, and cooking continued until
the drop on the tip of the spoon jellied as it fell. Mammy hated jelly
that ran--it must cut like butter to reach her standard. Occasionally
she flavored it with ginger--boiling the bruised root with the
cores--but only occasionally, as ginger would make the jelly darker.
Occasionally also she cooked apples, usually fall pippins, with the
quinces, thus increasing the bulk of both jelly and marmalade, with
hardly a sensible diminution of flavor.

All here written applies equally to every sort of fruit jelly--apple,
peach, currant, the whole family of berries. Mammy never knew it, but I
myself have found the oven at half-heat a very present help in
jelly-making. Fruit well prepared, and put into a stone or agate vessel,
covered and baked gently for a time proportionate to its bulk, yields
all its juice, and it seems to me clearer juice, than when stewed in the
time-honored brass kettle. Hot sugar helps to jellying quickly--and the
more haste there, the lighter and brighter the result. Gelatin in fruit
jellies I never use--it increases the product sensibly, but that is more
than offset by the decrease in quality.




[Illustration: _Upon Occasions_]


It was no trouble at all to make occasions. Indeed, the greatest of
them, weddings, really made themselves. A wedding made imperative an
infare--that is to say, if the high contracting parties had parental
approval. Maybe I had better explain that infare meant the bride's going
home--to her new house, or at least her new family. This
etymologically--the root is the Saxon _faran_, to go, whence come
wayfaring, faring forth and so on. All this I am setting forth not in
pedantry, but because so many folk had stared blankly upon hearing the
word--which was to me as familiar as word could be. In application it
had a wide latitude. Commonly the groom or his family gave the infare,
but often enough some generous and well-to-do friend, or kinsman,
pre-empted the privilege. Wherever held, it was an occasion of keen and
jealous rivalry--those in charge being doubly bent on making the faring
in more splendid than the wedding feast. Naturally that put the wedding
folk on their mettle. Another factor inciting to extra effort was--the
bundles. All guests were expected to take home with them generous
bundles of wedding cake in all its varieties. I recall once hearing a
famous cake baker sigh relief as she frosted the hundredth snow ball,
and said: "Now we are sure to have enough left for the bundles--they are
such a help."

But baking cakes, and cooking in general, though important, were not the
main things. Setting the table, so it should outshine all other wedding
tables gave most concern. To this end all the resources of the family,
and its friends for a radius of ten miles, were available--glass,
silver, china, linen, even cook pots and ovens at need. Also and
further it was a slight of the keenest, if you were known as a fine cake
maker, not to be asked to help. A past mistress of paper cutting was
likewise in request. Cut papers and evergreens were the great reliances
in decoration. They made a brave showing by candlelight. Oil lamps were
few, kerosene undiscovered, and either lard oil, or whale oil, all too
often smelled to heaven, to say nothing of smoking upon the least
provocation. So a lamp, if there were one, sat in state within the
parlor. The long table got its light from candelabra--which as often as
not were homemade. The base was three graduated blocks of wood, nailed
to form a sort of pyramid, with a hole bored in the middle to receive a
stout round upright, two inches across. It stood a foot high, and held
up cross-arms three feet across, with a tin candlesocket upon each end.
Another socket was set where the arms crossed--thus each candelabra was
of five-candle power. Set a-row down the middle of the table, with
single candles in tall brass sticks interspersed, they gave a fine soft
illumination. Often they were supplemented with candelabra of bronze or
brass, tricked out with tinkly pendant prisms. Such household gauds were
commonly concentrated at the spot where the bride and her maids would
stand. They were more elegant, of course, than the made
candle-holders--but not to my thinking a whit the handsomer--after the
paper-cutters had done their work.

Their work was turning white paper into fringe and lace. Fringed strips
wound all over and about, hid the foundation wood. Paper tulips, deftly
fashioned, held the tin rings in ambush--with clusters of lacy leaves
pendant below. Sometimes a paper rose tipped each arm-end--sometimes
also, there were pendant sprays of pea-shaped blossoms. How they were
made, with nothing beyond scissors, pen-knives for crimping, and the
palm of the hand for mold, I confess I do not understand--but I know
they were marvels. The marvels required a special knack, of course--also
much time and patience. Wherefore those who had it, exercised it in
scraps of leisure as paper came to hand, laying away the results
against the next wedding even though none were imminent. Leaves and the
round lace-edged pieces to go under cakes, it was easy thus to keep.
Flowers, roses, tulips and so on, had a trick of losing shape--besides,
although so showy, they were really much easier to make.

It took nice contrivance to make table-room--but double thicknesses of
damask falling to the floor either side hid all roughness in the
foundation. Shape depended much upon the size of the supper-room--if it
were but an inclosed piazza, straight length was imperative. But in a
big square or parallelogram, one could easily achieve a capital _H_--or
else a letter _Z_. _Z_ was rather a favorite in that it required less
heavy decoration, yet gave almost as much space. A heart-cake for either
tip, a stack at each acute angle, with the bride's cake midway the stem,
flanked either hand by bowls of syllabub and boiled custard, made a fine
showing. A letter _H_ demanded four heart-cakes--one for each end, also
four stacks, and crowded the bride and her party along the joining bar.

Heart-cakes were imperative to any wedding of degree. Local tinsmiths
made the moulds for them--they were deeply cleft, and not strictly
classic of outline. But, well and truly baked, frosted a glistening
white, then latticed and fringed with more frosting, dribbled on
delicately from the point of a tube, they were surely good to look at.
If the bride's cake were white all through, the heart-pans were usually
filled with gold-cake batter--thus white and yolk of eggs had equal
honor. More commonly though, the most part of wedding cake was pound
cake in the beginning--the richer the better. Baked in deep
round-bottomed, handleless coffee cups, and iced, it made the helpful
snow balls. Baked in square pans, rather shallow, cut into bars,
crisped, frosted and piled cob-house fashion, it made pens. Sliced
crosswise and interlaid with jelly it became jelly cake. To supplement
it, there were marble cake, spice cake, plum cake, ever so many more
cakes--but they were--only supplements.

Stacks were either round or square, baked in pans of graduated size,
set one on the other after cooling thoroughly, then frosted and
re-frosted till they had a polar suggestion. If round there was commonly
a hole running down the middle, into this was fitted a wide mouthed but
small glass bottle, to hold the stems of the evergreen plume topping the
stack. Here or there in the plume, shone a paper rose or starflower--in
the wreath of evergreen laid about the base, were tulips, lilies, and
bigger roses, all made of paper. Occasionally trailing myrtle, well
washed and dried, was put about the components of the stacks just before
they were set in place. If the heart-cakes had missed being latticed,
they likewise were myrtle-wreathed. The bride's cake was left
dead-white, but it always stood on something footed, and had a wreath of
evergreen and paper flowers, laid upon a lace-cut paper about the foot.

Baking it was an art. So many things had to go in it--the darning
needle, thimble, picayune, ring, and button. The makers would have
scorned utterly the modern subterfuge of baking plain, and thrusting in
the portents of fate before frosting. They mixed the batter a trifle
stiff, washed and scoured everything, shut eyes, dropped them, and
stirred them well about. Thus nobody had the least idea where they
finally landed--so the cutting was bound to be strictly fair. It made
much fun--the bride herself cut the first slice--hoping it might hold
the picayune, and thus symbolize good fortune. The ring presaged the
next bride or groom, the darning needle single blessedness to the end,
the thimble, many to sew for, or feed, the button, fickleness or
disappointment. After the bridal party had done cutting, other young
folk tempted fate. Bride's cake was not for eating--instead, fragments
of it, duly wrapped and put under the pillow, were thought to make
whatever the sleeper dreamed come true. Especially if the dream included
a sweetheart, actual or potential. The dreams were supposed to be truly
related next day at the infare--but I question if they always were.
Perhaps the magic worked--and in this wise--the person dreamed of took
on so new a significance, the difference was quickly felt. But this is
a cook book--with reminiscent attachments, not a treatise on psychology.

The table held only the kickshaws--cakes, candy, nuts, syllabub and
custard. Wide handsome plates piled high with tempting sliced cake sat
up and down the length of it, with glass dishes of gay candies in
between. In cold weather wine jelly often took the place of syllabub.
There were neither napkins nor service plates--all such things came from
the side table, the plates laden with turkey, ham, fried chicken, or
broiled, and some sort of jelly or relish. One ate standing, with her
escort doing yeoman service as waiter, until her appetite was fully
appeased. Hot biscuit, hot egg bread, and light bread--salt rising,
freshly sliced--were passed about by deft black servitors. The side
tables were under charge of family friends, each specially skilled in
helping and serving. Carving, of course, had been done before hand.
Occasionally, very occasionally, where a wedding throng ran well into
the hundreds, there was barbecue in addition to other meat. In that case
it was cut up outside, and sent in upon huge platters. But it was more a
feature of infares, held commonly by daylight, than of wedding suppers.

Wedding salad is set forth in its proper chapter, but not the turkey
hash that was to some minds the best of all the good eating. It was
served for breakfast--there was always a crowd of kinfolk and faraway
friends to stay all night--sleeping on pallets all over the floors, even
those of parlor or ballroom, after they were deserted. The hash was made
from all the left-over turkey--where a dozen birds have been roasted the
leavings will be plenty. To it was added the whole array of giblets,
cooked the day before, and cut small while still warm. They made heaps
of rich gravy to add to that in the turkey pots--no real wedding ever
contented itself with cooking solely on a range. Pots, big ones, set
beside a log fire out of doors, with a little water in the bottom, and
coals underneath and on the lids, turned out turkeys beautifully
browned, tender and flavorous, to say nothing of the gravy. It set off
the hash as nothing else could--but such setting off was not badly
needed. Hash with hot biscuit, strong clear coffee, hot egg bread, and
thin-sliced ham, made a breakfast one could depend on, even with a long
drive cross-country in prospect.

Harking back to the supper table--syllabub, as nearly as I recall, was
made of thick cream lightly reinforced with stiffly beaten white of
egg--one egg-white to each pint--sweetened, well flavored with sherry or
Madeira wine, then whipped very stiff, and piled in a big bowl, also in
goblets to set about the bowl, just as snow balls were set a-row about
the stacks and the bride's cake. Flecks of crimson jelly were dropped on
the white cream--occasionally, there were crumbled cake, and cut up
fruit underneath. Thus it approximated the trifle of the cook books. It
had just one drawback--you could not eat it slowly--it went almost to
nothing at the agitation of the spoon.

Far otherwise boiled custard--which was much higher in favor, being
easier made, and quite as showy. For it you beat very light the yolks of
twelve eggs with four cups white sugar, added them to a gallon of milk,
and a quart of cream, in a brass kettle over the fire, stirred the
mixture steadily, watching it close to remove it just as it was on the
point of boiling, let it cool, then flavored it well, with either
whiskey, brandy, or sweet wine. Meantime the egg-whites beaten with a
little salt until they stuck to the dish, had been cooked by pouring
quickly over them full-boiling water from a tea kettle. They hardly lost
a bubble in the process--the water well drained away, the whites were
ready to go on top of the custard in either bowls or goblets, and get
themselves ornamented with crimson jelly, or flecks of cherry preserves.
Like syllabub, boiled custard necessitated spoons--hence the borrowing
of small silver was in most cases imperative. Plutocrats had not then
been invented--but tradition tells of one high gentleman, who was
self-sufficient. The fact stood him in good stead later--when he was
darkly accused, she who had baked cakes for all his merry-makings said
stoutly: "The Colonel do sech as that! Lord in heaven! Why, don't you
know, in all the years I've knowed him, _he never had to borrow a single
silver spoon_--and I've seen five hundred folks there for supper. I
wouldn't believe them tales ef Angel Gabriel come down and told 'em to
me."

Is anybody left, I wonder, who can cut oranges into lilies? Thus cut
they surely looked pretty. The peel was divided evenly in six, the
sections loosened, but not pulled free at the base. Instead the ends
were curved backward after the manner of lily petals. The fruit,
separated into eighths, hardly showed the divisions. These lilies sat
flat upon the cloth, either in lines, as about square stacks, or around
bigger things, or straight up and down the table center. They were not
always in season--at their best around Christmas, but available until
the end of winter.

Cheesecakes, baked in patty pans frosted with cocoanut frosting, also
helped out the wedding richness. Indeed, guests gathered to eat the fat
and the sweet, no less to drink it. Now, in a wider outlook, I wonder a
little if there was significance in the fact that these wedding tables
were so void of color--showing only green and white, with the tiniest
sparks of red?

Party suppers had no such limitations--often the table was gay with
autumn leaves, the center piece a riot of small ragged red
chrysanthemums, or raggeder pink or yellow ones, with candles glaring
from gorgeous pumpkin jack-o'-lanterns down the middle, or from the
walls either side. There were frosted cakes--loaves trimmed gaily with
red and white candies, or maybe the frosting itself was tinted. In place
of syllabub or boiled custard, there were bowls of ambrosia--oranges in
sections, freed of skin and seed, and smothered in grated fresh cocoanut
and sugar. Often the bowl-tops were ornamented with leaves cut deftly
from the skin of deep red apples, and alternating, other leaves shaped
from orange peel. Christmas party suppers had touches of holly and
cedar, but there was no attempt to match the elaborate wedding tables.
Hog's foot jelly, red with the reddest wine, came in handily for
them--since almost every plantation had a special small hog-killing,
after the middle of December, so there might be fresh backbones, spare
ribs, sausage and souse to help make Christmas cheer. Ham, spiced and
sliced wafer thin, was staple for such suppers--chicken and turkey
appeared oftenest as salad, hot coffee, hot breads in variety, crisp
celery, and plenteous pickle, came before the sweets. Punch, not very
heady, hardly more than a fortified pink lemonade, came with the sweets
many times. Grandfather's punch was held sacred to very late suppers,
hot and hearty, set for gentlemen who had played whist or euchre until
cock-crow.

These are but indications. Fare varied even as did households and
occasions. But everywhere there was kinship of the underlying
spirit--which was the concrete expression of hospitality in good cheer.
There was little luxury--rather we lived amid a spare abundance, eating
up what had no market--I recall clearly times when you could hardly give
away fresh eggs, or frying-size chickens, other times when eggs fetched
five cents for two dozen--provided the seller would "take it in trade."
Chickens then, broiling size, were forty to fifty cents the dozen--with
often an extra one thrown in for good measure. For then chicken cholera
had not been invented--at least not down in the Tennessee blue grass
country. Neither had hog cholera--nor railroads. All three fell upon us
a very little before the era of the Civil War. Steamboats ran almost
half the year, but the flat boat traffic had been taken away by the
peopling prairies, which could raise so much more corn, derivatively so
many more hogs, to the man's work. Money came through wheat and
tobacco--not lavishly, yet enough for our needs. All this is set forth
in hope of explaining in some measure, the cookery I have tried to write
down faithfully--with so much of everything in hand, stinting would have
been sinful.

There was barbecue, and again there were barbecues. The viand is said to
get its name from the French phrase _a barbe d' ecu_, from tail to head,
signifying that the carcass was cooked whole. The derivation may be an
early example of making the punishment fit the crime. As to that I do
not know. What I do know is that lambs, pigs, and kids, when barbecued,
are split in half along the backbone. The animals, butchered at sundown,
and cooled of animal heat, after washing down well, are laid upon clean,
split sticks of green wood over a trench two feet deep, and a little
wider, and as long as need be, in which green wood has previously been
burned to coals. There the meat stays twelve hours--from midnight to
noon next day, usually. It is basted steadily with salt water, applied
with a clean mop, and turned over once only. Live coals are added as
needed from the log fire kept burning a little way off. All this sounds
simple, dead-easy. Try it--it is really an art. The plantation barbecuer
was a person of consequence--moreover, few plantations could show a
master of the art. Such an one could give himself lordly airs--the loan
of him was an act of special friendship--profitable always to the
personage lent. Then as now there were free barbecuers, mostly
white--but somehow their handiwork lacked a little of perfection. For
one thing, they never found out the exact secret of "dipney," the sauce
that savored the meat when it was crisply tender, brown all over, but
free from the least scorching.

Daddy made it thus: Two pounds sweet lard, melted in a brass kettle,
with one pound beaten, not ground, black pepper, a pint of small fiery
red peppers, nubbed and stewed soft in water to barely cover, a spoonful
of herbs in powder--he would never tell what they were,--and a quart and
pint of the strongest apple vinegar, with a little salt. These were
simmered together for half an hour, as the barbecue was getting done.
Then a fresh, clean mop was dabbed lightly in the mixture, and as
lightly smeared over the upper sides of the carcasses. Not a drop was
permitted to fall on the coals--it would have sent up smoke, and films
of light ashes. Then, tables being set, the meat was laid, hissing hot,
within clean, tight wooden trays, deeply gashed upon the side that had
been next the fire, and deluged with the sauce, which the mop-man
smeared fully over it.

Hot! After eating it one wanted to lie down at the spring-side and let
the water of it flow down the mouth. But of a flavor, a savor, a
tastiness, nothing else earthly approaches. Not food for the gods,
perhaps, but certainly meat for _men_. Women loved it no less--witness
the way they begged for a quarter of lamb or shoat or kid to take home.
The proper accompaniments to barbecue are sliced cucumbers in strong
vinegar, sliced tomatoes, a great plenty of salt-rising light bread--and
a greater plenty of cool ripe watermelons, by way of dessert.

So much for barbecue edible. Barbecue, the occasion, has yet to be set
forth. Its First Cause was commonly political--the old south loved
oratory even better than the new. Newspapers were none so plenty--withal
of scant circulation. Besides, reading them was work--also tedious and
tasteless. So the great and the would-be great, rode up and down, and
roundabout, mixing with the sovereigns, and enlightening the world. Each
party felt honor bound to gather the sovereigns so they might listen in
comfort. Besides--they wanted amusement--a real big barbecue was a sort
of social exchange, drawing together half of three counties, and letting
you hear and tell, things new, strange, and startling. Furthermore, it
was no trouble to get carcasses--fifty to a hundred was not uncommon.
Men, women, children, everybody, indeed, came. The women brought bread
and tablecloths, and commonly much beside. There was a speaker's stand,
flag draped--my infant eyes first saw the Stars and Stripes floating
above portraits--alleged--of Filmore and Buchanan, in the campaign of
'56. That meant the barbecue was a joint affair--Whigs and Democrats
getting it up, and both eagerly ready to whoop it up for their own
speakers. Naturally in that latitude, Fremont was not even named. No
court costume with a tail three yards long, could to-day make me feel
one-half so fine as the white jaconet, and green sash then sported.

It was said there were a thousand at the barbecue. The cheering, at its
loudest, was heard two miles away. To me it seemed as though all the
folk in the world had gathered in that shady grove--I remember wondering
if there could possibly be so many watermelons, some would be left for
the children. Four big wagon loads lay bobbing in the coolth of the
spring branch. It was a very cold spring with mint growing beside it, as
is common with springs thereabout. Early settlers planted it thus hard
by the water--they built their houses high, and water got warm in
carrying it up hill. Lacking ice houses, to have cool juleps, they had
to be mixed right at the well-head. Sugar, spoons, goblets, and the jug,
were easily carried down there.

Juleps were not mixed openly that day--but the speakers had pitchers
full of something that seemed to refresh their eloquence, no less than
themselves. They hammered each other lustily, cheered to the echo by
uproarious partisans, from nine in the morning until six in the
afternoon. Luckily for them, there were four of them, thus they could
"spell" each other--and the audience. I did not mind them--not in the
least. How should I--when right in front of me sat a lady with the most
gorgeous flowers upon her white chip bonnet, and one beside me, who
insisted upon my wearing, until time to go home, her watch and chain?

The watermelons held out--we took two big ones home to Mother, also a
lot of splendid Indian peaches, and a fore-quarter of lamb. Mother
rarely went out, being an invalid--so folk vied with each other in
sending her things. I mention it, only by way of showing there were
things to be sent, even after feeding the multitude. The black people
went away full fed, and full handed--nobody who carried a basket had
much relish for taking home again any part of its contents.

Our countryside's cooking came to its full flower for the
bran-dances--which came into being, I think, because the pioneers liked
to shake limber heels, but had not floors big enough for the shaking. So
in green shade, at some springside they built an arbor of green boughs,
leveled the earth underneath, pounded it hard and smooth, then covered
it an inch deep with clean wheat bran, put up seats roundabout it, also
a fiddlers' stand, got the fiddlers, printed invitations which went far
and wide to women young and old, saw to a sufficiency of barbecue,
depended on the Lord and the ladies for other things--and prepared to
dance, dance from nine in the morning until two next morning. Men were
not specifically invited--anybody in good standing with a clean shirt,
dancing shoes, a good horse and a pedigree, was heartily welcome. The
solid men, whose names appeared as managers, paid scot for
everything--they left the actual arrangements to the lads. But they came
in shoals to the bran-dances, and were audacious enough often to take
away from some youth fathoms deep in love, his favorite partner.
Sometimes, too, a lot of them pre-empted all the prettiest girls, and
danced a special set with them. Thus were they delivered into the hands
of the oppressed--the lads made treaty with the fiddlers and prompter to
play fast and furious--to call figures that kept the oldsters wheeling
and whirling. It was an endurance contest--but victory did not always
perch with the youths. Plenty of pursy gentlemen were still light enough
on their feet, clear enough in their wind, to dance through Money Musk
double, Chicken in the Bread Tray, and the Arkansaw Traveller, no matter
what the time.

All dances were square--quadrilles and cotillions. The Basket Cotillion
was indeed, looked upon as rather daring. You see, at the last, the ring
of men linked by hand-hold outside a ring of their partners, lifted
locked arms over their partners' heads, and thus interwoven, the circle
balanced before breaking up. Other times, other dances--ours is now the
day of the trot and the tango. But they lack the life, the verve of the
old dances, the old tunes. To this day when I hear them, my feet patter
in spite of me. You could not dance to them steadily, with soft airs
blowing all about, leaves flittering in sunshine, and water rippling
near, without getting an appetite commensurate to the feasts in wait for
you.

One basket from a plantation sufficed for bran-dances ending at
sundown--those running on past midnight demanded two. It would never do
to offer snippets and fragments for supper. Barbecue, if there were
barbecue--was merely a concomitant of the feeding, not the whole thing.
Part of it was left untouched to help out with supper. So were part of
the melons, and much of the fruit. Apples, pears and peaches were plenty
in good years--the near plantations sent them by wagon loads--as they
also sent ice cream by freezerfuls, and boilers to make coffee. These
were dispensed more than generously--but nobody would have helped
himself to them uninvited, any more readily than he would have helped
himself to money in the pocket. All that was in the baskets was spread
on the general tables, but no man thought of eating thereof, until all
women and children had been served. Old men came next--the women
generally forcing upon them the best of everything.

Such a best! Broiled chicken, fried chicken, in quantity, whole hams
simply entreating to be sliced, barbecue, pickle in great variety,
drained and sliced for eating, beaten biscuit, soda biscuit, egg bread,
salt-rising bread, or rolls raised with hop-yeast--only a few attempted
them--every manner of pie, tart, and tartlet that did not drip and mess
things, all the cakes in the calendar of good housewifery--with, now and
then, new ones specially invented. Even more than a wedding, a
bran-dance showed and proved your quality as a cake-maker. Cakes were
looked at in broad daylight, eaten not with cloyed finicky appetites,
but with true zest. Woe and double woe to you if a loaf of pride showed
at cutting a "sad" streak, not quite done. Joy untold if you were a raw
young housekeeper, to have your cake acclaimed by eaters and critics.

Mammy, and other Mammies, moved proudly about, each a sort of oracle to
the friends of her household. They kept sharp eyes on things
returnable--plates, platters, knives, spoons, and tablecloths--in any
doubtful case, arising from the fact of similarity in pattern, they were
the court of last resort. Spoons and so on are unmistakable--but one
sprigged saucer is very like other saucers sprigged the same. It was the
Mammies rather than the masters and mistresses, who ordered carriage
drivers and horse boys imperiously about. But nobody minded the
imperiousness--it was no day for quarrelling or unwisdom. And it would
surely have been unwise to fret those who were the Keepers of the
Baskets, at the very last.

After dinner one went to the dressing-room, a wide roofless space
enclosed with green boughs massed on end, and furnished plentifully with
water in buckets, towels, basins, pin cushions, combs and brushes, face
powder, even needles and thread. Thence one emerged after half an hour
quite fresh--to dance on and on, till the fiddlers played a fast finale,
and went to their supper. Then came an interval of talk and laughing,
of making new friends or stabbing delicately old enemies. Also and
further much primping in the dressing-room. Dancing steadily through a
temperature of 98 in the shade plays hob with some sorts of prettiness.
But as dew fell and lighted lanterns went up about the arbor and
throughout the grove, supper was very welcome. There was hot coffee for
everybody, likewise milk, likewise lemonade, with buttered biscuit,
chicken, ham, and barbecue. Chicken-loaf was particularly good for such
uses. To make it, several plump, tender, full-grown pullets were
simmered in water to barely cover them, with a few pepper corns, half a
dozen cloves, and a blade of mace, until very, very tender. Then the
meat was picked from the bones, cut up while still hot, packed down in
something deep, seasoning it to taste with salt, as it was packed, and
dusting in more pepper if needed, then the liquor which had been kept at
a brisk boil was poured over, and left to cool. No bother about skimming
off fat--we liked our loaf rich as well as high-flavored. It came out a
fine mottled solid that could be sliced thin, and eaten delicately
between the halves of a buttered biscuit. Sandwiches were known--but
only in books. Which was well--they would have dried out so badly, for
this was before the era of wax paper. Since everything was packed in the
baskets whole, there was much work for mothers and Mammies at the
unpacking and table-setting.

Tarts, especially if filled with cheesecake or jelly custard, held high
place among the sweets. Especially with the men, young and old. One, a
manager, who had been here, there, everywhere, since eight o'clock in
the morning, asked Mammy at suppertime to: "Please save him one more
dozen of them little pies." In truth the little pies made no more than a
mouthful for noble appetites. Pies, full-grown, did not go begging--and
were seldom cut in less than quarters. Frosted cake--which the lads
denominated "white-washed," was commonly saved over for the supper
baskets. It kept moist, whereas without the frosting a long summer day
might make it hard.

After the supper elderly men drove home--unless they had daughters among
the dancers without other chaperons. Generally, some aunt or cousin
stood ready with such good offices. The chaperons themselves danced now
and then--youths specially anxious for favor with their charges, all but
forced them upon the floor. Set it to their credit, they footed it
almost as lightly as the youngest. Occasionally you might see, mother
and daughter, even a granddaughter of tender years, wheeling and
balancing in the same set. And so the fiddles played, the stars shone,
the waters babbled, until the lanterns flared and sputtered out, and the
banjo-picker held up fingers raw and bleeding. Then with a last final
swing and flourish, everybody scattered for homeward ways, glad of the
day's pleasure--and tired enough to be glad also it was ended.

The most special of occasions was a dining. Not upon any high day or
holiday, such as Christmas, New Year, Jackson's Day--the eighth of
January--Easter nor Whit-Monday, but as Mammy said: "A dinin' des, dry
so." Commonly pride of housewifery incited to it--therefore it must be a
triumph. The hour was two o'clock, but guests came around eleven or
twelve--and spent the day. They sat down to tables that well might have
groaned, even howled, such was the weight they carried. Twelve was a
favorite guest-number--few tables could be stretched to hold more than
twelve plates. There were but two courses--dinner and dessert--unless in
very cold weather, some person who would nowadays be said to be fond of
putting on frills, set before her guests, plates of steaming soup. It
had to smell very good, else it was no more than tasted--folk did not
care to dull the edge of appetite needlessly, with so much before them.
For the table was fully set--a stuffed ham at one end, a chicken or
partridge pie at the other, side dishes of smothered rabbit, or broiled
chicken, at least four kinds of sweet pickle, as many of jelly and sour
pickle, a castor full of catsups, tomato and walnut, plain vinegar,
pepper vinegar, red and black pepper, and made mustard, all the
vegetables in season--I have seen corn pudding, candied sweet potatoes,
Irish potatoes, mashed and baked, black-eyed peas, baked peaches, apples
baked in sugar and cloves, cabbage boiled with bacon, okra, stewed
tomatoes, sliced raw tomatoes, cucumbers cut up with young onions, beets
boiled and buttered, and string beans, otherwise snaps, all at one
spread.

Only epicures dressed their lettuce at table. One cranky old family
friend had it served to him in a water bucket, set beside him on the
floor. He shook it free of water, cut it, without bruising, to wide
ribbons, covered them thickly with hard-boiled egg-yolk mashed fine,
then poured upon it clear ham gravy, and strong vinegar, added salt and
pepper, black and red--then ate his fill. But, of course, he did not do
that at dinings. For then, if lettuce appeared, it was cut up, dressed
with vinegar, salt, sugar, and pepper, but guiltless of oil, garnished
with rings of hard-boiled egg--and very generally, and justly,
neglected. Still the hostess had the satisfaction of feeling she had
offered it--that she had indeed offered more than could have been
reasonably expected.

There was water to drink, also cider in season, also milk, sweet and
sour, and the very best of the homemade wine. Decanters of it sat up and
down the table--you could fill up and come again at pleasure. The one
drawback was--it was hard to eat properly, when you were so interrupted
by helpings to something else. If there was a fault in our old-time
cooking, it was its lack of selection. I think those who gave dinings
felt uneasy if there was unoccupied room for one more dish.

Dessert was likewise an embarrassment of riches. Cakes in variety, two
sorts of pie, with ice cream or sherbet, or fresh fruit, did not seem
too much to those dear Ladies Bountiful. There was no after-dinner
coffee. In cold weather coffee in big cups, with cream and sugar, often
went with the main dinner. Hot apple toddies preceded it at such times.
In hot weather the precursor was mint julep, ice cold. Yet we were not
a company of dyspeptics nor drunkards--by the free and full use of
earth's abounding mercies we learned not to abuse them.

_Birthday Barbecue_: (Dorothy Dix.) As refined gold can be gilded,
barbecue, common, or garden variety, can take on extra touches. As thus:
Kill and dress quickly a fine yearling wether, in prime condition but
not over-fat, sluice out with cool water, wipe dry inside and out with a
soft, damp cloth, then while still hot, fill the carcass cram-full of
fresh mint, the tenderer and more lush the better, close it, wrap tight
in a clean cloth wrung very dry from cold salt water, then pop all into
a clean, bright tin lard stand, with a tight-fitting top, put on top
securely, and sink the stand head over ears in cold water--a spring if
possible. Do this around dusk and leave in water until very early
morning. Build fire in trench of hard wood logs before two o'clock. Let
it burn to coals--have a log fire some little way off to supply fresh
coals at need. Lay a breadth of galvanized chicken-wire--large
mesh--over the trench. Take out carcass--split it half down back bone,
lay it flesh side down, on the wire grid, taking care coals are so
evenly spread there is no scorching. After an hour begin basting with
"the sop." It is made thus. Best butter melted, one pound, black pepper
ground, quarter pound, red pepper pods, freed of stalk and cut fine to
almost a paste, half a pint, strong vinegar, scant pint, brandy, peach
if possible though apple or grape will answer, half a pint. Cook all
together over very slow heat or in boiling water, for fifteen minutes.
The sop must not scorch, but the seasoning must be cooked through it.
Apply with a big soft swab made of clean old linen, but not old enough
to fray and string. Baste meat constantly. Put over around four in the
morning, the barbecue should be done, and well done, by a little after
noon. There should be enough sop left to serve as gravy on portions
after it is helped. The meat, turned once, has a fine crisped surface,
and is flavored all through with the mint, and seasoning.




[Illustration: _Soap and Candles_]


Dip-candles I never saw in common use--but Mammy showed me how they were
made back at Ole Marster's, in the days when candle-molds were not to be
had. Dipped or molded, the candles were of varying substance. Tallow was
the main reliance--mutton tallow as well as that from our beeves. It was
tried out fresh, and hardened with alum in the process. The alum was
dissolved in a little water, and put with the raw fat as it went over
the fire. By and by the water all cooked away, leaving the alum well
incorporated through the clear fat. Lacking it, a little clear lye went
in--Mammy thought and said, the lye ate up the oil in the tallow, making
it firmer and whiter. But lye and alum could not go in at the same time,
since being alkaline and acid, they would destroy each other.

Great pains were taken not to scorch the tallow--that meant smelly and
ill- candles. After straining it clear of cracklings, it was
caked in something deep, then turned out and laid on the highest shelf
in the lumber house to await molding time. Cakes of beeswax were kept in
the Jackson press, so children, white and black, could not take bites
for chewing. It ranked next to native sweet gum for such uses--but Mammy
felt it had much better be saved to mix with the tallow at melting time.
It made the candles much firmer, also bettered their light, and moreover
changed the tallow hue to an agreeable very pale yellow. Bee hives, like
much else, were to a degree primitive--the wax came from comb crushed in
the straining of honey. It was boiled in water to take away the remnant
sweetness, then allowed to cool on top the water, taken off, and
remelted over clean water, so manipulated as to free it from foreign
substances, then molded into cakes. One cake was always set apart for
the neighborhood cobbler, who melted it with tallow and rosin to make
shoemaker's wax. Another moiety was turned into grafting wax--by help of
it one orchard tree bore twelve manners of fruit. And still another, a
small, pretty cake from a scalloped patty pan, found place in the family
work basket--in sewing by hand with flax thread, unless you waxed it, it
lost strength, and quickly pulled to pieces.

We bought our flax thread in skeins, but Mammy loved to tell of spinning
it back in the days when she was young, and the best spinner on the old
plantation. She still spun shoe-thread for her friend the cobbler, who,
however, furnished her the raw flax, which he had grown, rotted and
hechtelled, in his bit of bottom land. There were still spinning and
weaving in plenty at our house--Mother had made, yearly, jeans, linsey,
carpets and so on--but the plantation was not wholly clothed with
homespun, as had been the case in her father's house.

Return we to our candle-making. It was work for the very coldest
weather--even though we had two sets of molds, needs must the candles
harden quickly if the making was to speed well. Molds could be filled at
the kitchen hearth, then set outside to cool. For dipping the tallow-pot
had to be set over an outside fire, and neighbored by a ladder, laid
flat on trestles with smooth boards laid underneath. Mammy spun the
candle wicks--from long-staple cotton, drawing it out thick, and
twisting it barely enough to hold together. It must not be too coarse,
as it had to be doubled over reeds at top, either for molding or
dipping.

The molds were of candle-shape, joined in batteries of six or twelve,
with a pert handle at one side, and tiny holes at the tips, through
which the wick-ends were thrust, by help of a long broom-straw. Well in
place they were drawn taut, the reeds so placed as to hold the wicks
centrally, then tallow melted with beeswax, in due proportion, was
poured around till the molds were brim full--after which they were
plunged instantly into a tub of cold water standing outside. This to
prevent oozings from the tip--hot grease is the most insidious of all
substances. Only in zero weather would the first oozings harden enough
to plug the orifice quickly. When the candles had hardened properly, the
mold was either held over the fire, or thrust in hot water half a
minute, then the candles withdrawn by help of the reeds. They were
cooled a bit, to save the softened outside, then nubbed of surplus wick,
and laid in a dish outside. Careless or witless molders, by laying
candles still soft upon the pile, often made themselves double work.

Tallow for dipping, was kept barely fluid, by setting it over embers a
little way off the fire. The pot had to be deep, so the wicks could be
sunk in it to full length. They were thus sunk by stickfuls, lifted up
quickly, and hung between the ladder rungs to drip. Half the tallow on
them dripped away--indeed, after the first dipping they looked little
more than clotted ghosts of themselves in their last estate. In very
cold weather three drippings sufficed--otherwise there must be four or
five. Since the dip was the result of cooled accretions, it was always
top-heavy--much bigger at the nose than the base. A quick and skilled
worker, though, could dip a hundred candles in the time required to mold
two dozen. They burned out so quickly that was a crowning mercy--half a
dozen was the average of a long winter evening. Further they ran down,
in great masses--hence the importance of saving up drippings. Even
molded candles made them plentiful enough to be worth re-molding. This
unless discolored with the brass of candlesticks--in that case their
last end was soap grease.

Rush lights were dips--this I state on information and belief, since I
never saw one. Also on information and belief, it is here set forth,
that folk in the back countries where wicking was not easily had, used
instead of wicks, splinters of fat pine, known as light wood. In proof,
take Candle Wood Mountain, whose name is said to have come from
furnishing such fat pine, and of a special excellence. The pine
splinters must, I think, have given a better light than real wicks--my
father, in Tennessee, never ceased sighing for the lightwood, which had
made such cheery illumination back in his boyhood, in a Carolina home.

Every sort of waste fat became at the last, soap grease. Bones even were
thrown into kettles of lye, which ate out all their richness, leaving
them crumbly, and fit for burying about the grapevines. Hence the
appositeness of the darkey saying, to express special contempt of a
suitor: "My Lawd! I wouldn't hab dat <DW65>, not eben for soap grease."
Which has always seemed to me, in a way, a classic of condemnation.

Soap making came twice a year--the main event in March, to get free of
things left over from hog killing, the supplement in September or
October, to use up summer savings. Each was preceded by dripping lye.
This necessitated wood ashes, of course--ashes from green wood. Oak or
hickory was best. They were kept dry until they went into hoppers, where
they were rotted by gentle wetting for a space of several days. Then
water was dripped through, coming out a dark brown caustic liquid,
clean-smelling, but ill to handle--it would eat a finger-tip carelessly
thrust in it to the raw.

But even thus it was not strong enough for proper soapmaking, so it was
boiled, boiled, until it would eat a feather, merely drawn quickly
through it. Grease was added then, a little at a time, and stirred well
through, changing the black-brown lye into a light-brown, bubbly mass.
Whatever the lye would not eat of the grease's components, was skimmed
out with the big perforated ladle. Even beyond candle-molding,
soap-making was an art. Mammy never would touch it, until "the right
time of the moon." Also and further, she used a sassafras stick for
stirring, put it in the first time with her right hand, and always
stirred the kettle the same way. If a left-handed person came near the
kettle she was mightily vexed--being sure her soap would go wrong. She
kept on the fire beside it a smaller kettle of clear lye, to be added at
need, without checking the boiling.

Boiling down lye took one day, boiling in grease another. The third
morning, after the fire was well alight, she tested the soap, by making
a bit into lather. If the lather were clean and clear, without a film of
grease on top, she knew it remained only to cook the soap down thick
enough for the barrel, or to make into balls by the addition of salt.
But if the film appeared--then indeed there was trouble. First aid to it
was more lye, of feather-eating strength--next a fresh sassafras
stirring stick, last and most important, walking backwards as she put
the stick in the kettle, though she would never admit she did this on
purpose. Like the most of her race she was invincibly shy about
acknowledging her beliefs in charms and conjuring.

Soap which failed to thicken properly lacked grease. To put in enough,
yet not too much, was a matter of nice judgment. Tallow did not mix well
with hog fat. Therefore it had commonly its smaller special pot, whose
results were molded for hand-soap, being hard and rather light-.

Since our washerwomen much preferred soft soap, most of the spring
making went straight into the barrel. The barrel had to be very
tight--soap has nearly as great a faculty of creeping through seams as
even hot lard. One kettleful, however, would have salt stirred through
it, then be allowed to cool, and be cut out in long bars, which were
laid high and dry to age. Old soap was much better for washing fine
prints, lawns, ginghams and so on--in fact whatever needed cleansing
without fading.

Sundry other fine soap makers emptied their salted soap, just as it was
on the point of hardening, into shallow pans, cloth-lined, and shaped it
with bare hands into balls the size of two fists. This they did with the
whole batch, holding hard soap so much easier kept, and saying it was
no trouble whatever to soften a ball in a little hot water upon wash
days. But Mammy would have none of such practices--said give her good
soft soap and sand rock, she could scour anything. Sand rock was a
variety of limestone, which burning made crumbly, but did not turn to
lime. Mammy picked it up wherever she found it, beat it fine and used it
on everything--shelves, floors, hollow-ware, milk pans, piggins, cedar
water buckets--it made their brass hoops shine like gold. While she
scoured she told us tales of the pewter era--when she had gone, a
barefoot child, with her mother, to the Rush Branch, to come home with a
sheaf of rushes, whereby the pewter was made to shine. It hurts even
yet, recalling the last end of that pewter. As glass and crockery grew
plenty, the boys--my uncles, there were five of them--melted it down for
rifle bullets, when by chance they ran out of lead. Yet--who am I, to
reproach them--did not I myself, melt down for a purpose less legitimate
a fine Brittania ware teapot, whose only fault was a tiny leak? Now I
should prize it beyond silver and gold.

Harking back to candle-making--we had no candle-berries in our wilds,
and only a few wax-berries as ornaments of our gardens. But from what I
know by observation and experience, the candle-berries or bayberries,
can be melted in hot water, the same as honey-comb, and the wax strained
away from the seedy residue, then allowed to cool, on top the water, and
clarified by a further melting and cooling over water. Mixed with
paraffine it can be molded into real bayberry candles, ever so much more
odorous than those of commerce. It is well to remember in buying
paraffine that there are three qualities of it, differing mainly in the
degree of heat at which they melt. Choose that which is hardest to melt
for candle-making. One might indeed, experiment with bayberry wax, and
the drippings of plain paraffine candles, before undertaking
candle-making to any considerable extent.

A last word. If any incline to challenge things here set forth, will
they please remember that as one star differs from another in glory, so
does one family, one region, differ from all others in its manners of
eating, drinking, and cooking. I have written true things, but make no
claim that they apply all over. Indeed there may be those to whom they
will seem a transversing of wisdom and experience. To all such I say,
try them intelligently, with pains and patience, and of the results,
hold fast to that you find good.

[Illustration]





INDEX


          BACON
            Hogs to Choose, 40
            Chilling, 40
            Cutting up, 40
            Salting, 42
            Curing, 45
            Smoke, 45
            Smoke Houses, 46
            Smoke Hogshead, 48
            Time of Smoking, 49
            Keeping, 50
            Lard Rendering, 50
            Sausage, 52
            Souse, 53
            Hog's Foot Oil and Jelly, 54
            Brains, Pickled, 55
            Souse, Pickled, 55
            Hog's Feet Fried, 55
            Backbone, Stew and Pie, 56
            Keeping Sausage, 57

          BREADS
            Flour and Meal, 26
            Mixing, 28
            Beaten Biscuit, 28
            Soda Biscuit, 30
            Salt Rising Bread, 31
            Sweet Potato Biscuit, 32
            Waffles, 33
            Corn Bread, Plain, 34
            Egg Bread, 35
            Batter Cakes, 35
            Ash Cake, 36
            Mush Bread, 36
            Cracklin' Bread, 37
            Pumpkin Bread, 37
            Mush Batter Cakes, 38
            Wafers, 38
            Nut Bread, 219

          CAKES
            Secret of Success, 136
            Mixing, 137
            Sweetening Strong Butter, 138
            Baking, 139
            Frosting, 140
            Pound Cake, 140
            Spice Cake, 142
            Marble Cake, 143
            Real Gold Cake, 143
            Real Silver Cake, 144
            Christmas Cake, 145
            White Layer Cake, 147
            Cream Cake, 148
            Sponge Cake, 148
            White Sponge Cake, 149
            Angel's Food, 149
            Chocolate Cake, 149
            Orange Cake, 150
            Dream Cakes, 150
            Shrewsbury Cakes, 151
            Queen Cakes, 151
            Banbury Cakes, 152
            Oatmeal Cookies, 152
            Tea Cakes, 153
            Soft Gingerbread, 153
            Mammy's Ginger Cakes, 154
            Family Gingerbread, 155
            Solid Chocolate Cake, 155
            Coffee Cake, 155
            Ginger Snaps, 156
            Kisses, 157

          CANDLES, 292

          CREOLE COOKERY
            Milly, 118
            Court Bouillon, 120
            Court Bouillon, Spanish, 121
            Bouillabaisse, 122
            Shrimps, Boiling, 124
            Baked Shrimp, 125
            Shrimp Pie, 125
            Shrimp Salad, 126
            Fried Soft-Shell Crabs, 126
            Daube _a la Mode_, 127
            Cold Daube _a la Creole_, 128
            Grillades with Gravy, 129
            Chicken Saute _a la Creole_, 130
            Quail, Roasted, 131
            Creole French Dressing, 132
            Mayonnaise Dressing, 133
            Remoulade Dressing, 133

          DRINKS
            Cherry Bounce, 72
            Grape Cider, 73
            Persimmon Beer, 74
            Egg Nogg, 75
            White Egg Nogg, 76
            Apple Toddy, 76
            Hail Storm, 77
            Mint Julep, 77
            Lemon Punch, 78
            Punch _a la_ Ruffle Shirt, 79
            Peach Liqueur, 82
            Strawberry Liqueur, 83
            Blackberry Cordial, 83
            Blackberry Wine, 84
            Strawberry Wine, 85
            Gooseberry Wine, 85
            Grape Wine, 86
            Muscadine Wine, 87
            Fruit Vinegars, 88
            Boiled Cider, 89
            Bruleau, 134
            Drip Coffee, 134
            Boiled Coffee, 235
            Chocolate, 237
            Tea, 234

          EGGS
            New Laid Eggs, 176
            Keeping, 176
            Varieties, 177
            Roasted Eggs, 178
            Baked Eggs, 179
            Potato Egg Puffs, 179
            Egg Dumplings, 180
            Egg Spread, 180
            Poached Eggs, 181
            Egg Fours, 182
            Stuffed Eggs, 183
            Fried Eggs, 184

          FRUIT DESSERTS
            Affinity for Liquors, 212
            Strawberries in Mixtures, 213
            Peach Mixtures with Brandy, 214
            Fruit Mixtures with Sherry Syrup, 214
            White Grape-Orange Mixture, 214
            Cherries with Bananas, 215
            Fruit with Wine Jelly, 215

          GAME
            Preparation, 165
            Rabbit or Squirrel Smothered, 172
            Rabbit or Squirrel Barbecued, 173
            Quail, 173
            Wild Duck, 174
            Possum, Roasted, 175

          HAMS
            Boiled Ham, 59
            Fried Ham, 63
            Broiled Ham, 64
            Mutton Ham, 66
            Beef Hams, 68
            Rabbit Hams, 70
            Fresh Ham, 70

          MEATS
            Barbecued Lamb, 158
            Roast Pork, 159
            Beefsteak with Bacon and Onions, 160
            Boned Fresh Ham, 161
            Roast Beef, 163
            Pot Roast, 163
            Leg of Mutton in Blanket, 164
            Roast Turkey or Capon, 167
            Guinea Hen in Casserole, 168
            Chickens in Blankets, 169
            Fried Chicken, 169
            Smothered Chicken or Ducklings, 170
            Chicken Croquets Glorified, 171
            Chicken-Turkey Hash, 172

          PICKLES
            Brine, 220
            Pickle Barrel, 221
            Potential Pickles, 221
            Pickling from Brine, 223
            Water Melon Pickle, 223
            Mangoes, 224
            Walnut Pickle, 226
            Peach Sweet Pickle, 233

          PIES
            Philosophy of Pie-Crust, 90
            Puff Paste, 91
            Raised Crust, 93
            French Puff Paste, 94
            Everyday Crust, 95
            Cobbler Pies, 95
            Fried Pies, 97
            Green Apple Pie, 98
            Lemon Custard, 99
            Cream Pie, 99
            Damson and Banana Tart, 99
            Amber Pie, 100
            Jelly Pie, 101
            Cheese Cakes, 101
            Sweet Potato Custard, 104
            Sweet Potato Pie, 104
            Apple Custard, 105
            Molasses Pie, 105
            Mystery Pie, 106
            Butter Scotch Pie, 106
            Raspberry Cream Pie, 107
            Rhubarb Pie and Sauce, 107
            Banana Pie, 108

          PRESERVES
            Preserving Fruit, 227
            Ginger Pears, 230
            Tutti Frutti, 230
            Green Tomato Preserves and Citron, 231
            Brandy or Pickled Cherries, 232
            Brandy Peaches and Pears, 233
            Dried Fruit, 239
            Peach and Apple Butter, 245
            Keeping Cider Sweet, 249
            Peach Chips, 250
            Dried Cherries, 250
            Peach Leather, 251
            Tomato Figs, 251
            Jelly-Making, 253
            Quince Jelly and Marmalade, 254

          PUDDINGS
            Banana Pudding, 109
            Sweet Potato Pudding, 109
            Poor Man's Pudding, 110
            Boiled Batter Pudding, 111
            Apple Pudding, 111
            Apple Dumplings, 112
            Crumb Pudding, 112
            Blackberry Mush, 113
            Peach Pudding, 114
            Ginger Pudding, 114
            Nesselrode Pudding, 115
            Thanksgiving Pudding, 115
            Christmas Pudding, 115
            Pudding Sauce, 117
            Fig Pudding, 156
            Quince Pudding, 253

          RELISHES
            Cold Slaw, 192
            Tomato Soy, 193
            Table Mustard, 193
            Cabbage Pickle, 194
            Cauliflower Pickle, 194
            Pear Relish, 195
            Cherries Piquant, 196
            Gooseberry Jam Spiced, 196
            Frozen Cranberry Sauce, 197
            Apple Sauce Gone to Heaven, 197
            Spiced Grapes, 199
            Spiced Plums, 200
            Sweet-Sour Pears, 200
            Baked Peaches, 201


          SALADS
            Wedding Salad, 188
            Fruit Salad, 189
            Sweet French Dressing, 190
            Banana and Celery Salad, 191
            Red White Salad, 191
            Pineapple Salad, 191

          SANDWICHES
            Making Sandwiches, 216
            Sardine Sandwiches, 217
            Sundry Cheese Sandwiches, 217
            Lettuce and Cheese Sandwiches, 217
            Ham and Tongue Sandwiches, 218
            Cheese and Sherry Sandwiches, 218

          SOUPS
            Vegetable Soup, 185
            Black Turtle, Bean Soup, 186
            Gumbo, 187

          SOAP, 298

          UPON OCCASIONS
            Infares, 257
            Weddings, 258
            Wedding Tables, 258
            Cut, Papers, 259
            Chandeliers: Home-made, 259
            Wedding Cakes, 261
            Bride's Cake, 263
            Wedding Suppers, 265
            Syllabub, 267
            Boiled Custard, 268
            Orange Lilies, 269
            Party Suppers, 270
            Ambrosia, 270
            Barbecues, 273
            Barbecue, 273
            Barn Dances, 278
            Birthday Barbecue, 290
            Baskets, 281
            Chicken, Loaf, 284
            Dinings, 286

          VEGETABLES
            Tomato, Layer, 202
            Corn Pudding, 203
            Fried Corn, 203
            Hulled Corn, 204
            Steamed Potatoes, 205
            Candied Sweet Potatoes, 206
            Tipsy Potatoes, 206
            Left-Over Sweet Potatoes, 207
            Potato Balls, 207
            Bananas, 208
            Baking Vegetables, 208
            Cauliflower, _au Gratin_, 210
            Boiling with Bacon, 211
            Pot Liquor, 212




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Transcriber's Notes:

Obvious punctuation errors were corrected.

Page 16, "evenning" changed to "evening" (by way of evening things)

Page 109, "egg yolks" changed to "egg-yolks" (up four egg-yolks)

Page 126, "hardboiled" changed to "hard-boiled" (sliced hard-boiled
eggs)

Page 142, "egg yolks" changed to "egg-yolks" (other, seven egg-yolks)

Page 154, repeated word "called" removed from text. Original read (be
called called First )

Page 197, "seive" changed to "sieve" (through coarse sieve)

Page 233, "twenty four" changed to "twenty-four" (in twenty-four hours
more)

Page 258, "famly" changed to "family" (his family gave the)

Page 261, "heartcakes" changed to "heart-cakes" (demanded four
heart-cakes)

Pge 316, "Red-White" changed to "Red and White" (Red and White Salad,
191)

Page 317, "Bran" changed to "Barn" (Barn dances, 278)

The text uses variant hyphenation and spelling. Where a majority could
not be ascertained, as in egg-yolks, the variations were retained.

          cheesecake          cheese cake
          corn-bread          corn bread
          allspice            alspice
          soapmaking          soap-making



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