Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1859-03-12
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set forth in rather novel manner. Tha
two herolnes 60 among the poor and
impart the receipts Of the great ehef.-
Diogeues says, and we Reg our readers
not to skip this extract, because it is
lengthy:
Although this book ought to be in
every gentletnau's kitchen, still! we do
not think that NJ Soyer has made tho
most Of his subject. Could he not, in
his second edition, give US few scenes,
something like the foljowing
APPLE FR1rrERs.-1t WIS q lovely
night. The warm breezes tloa.ed by
laden by the perfume of flowers sweet
| incense, rising up from nature's kitchen!
The moon shone brightly rs birds eye,
covering the earth with its chaste rays,
| until the landscape seemed siIyered and
pure as a wedding cake.
LET us walk in the garden" said
chere Hortense, clasping dear Eloise to
her heaving bosom.
In few seconds the two noble and
enthusiastic girls were meath the orchard
trees.
do you perceive those apples 7" re-
| ID parked Hor!ense, scarcely able to repress
her emotion -
"Why this grief'" sighed the gentle
Eloise. Then turning her large pale
gray eyes in ths direction Of the fruit,
shs added III asdi'appointed tone, they
are baking apples If I mistake not1"
sesThey are! they are p cried chere Hor-
tense, bursting into an agooy OF tears.
Poor girl they reminded her of her
| home
| Some moments elapsed before Hortensa
could resume her wonted calmnes.. At
length with an effort, she said, "Forgive
me, dear E|ose, was silly, very silly :!
but whenever see Al apple, | always
think of him"
You must indeed have loved" sigh
ed E|oise.
"Loved aye. child, mad|y !" eontin-
ued Hortense. "The day we parted, |
remember we had apple fritters for din
ner. lie himself prepared The dainty for
me. AS he peeled and sliced crossways
a quarter Of an inch thick, the rosy fruit
before him, be breathed in my ear the
first avowal Of the love be felt for me.
He then placed il a basin, about two
ounces Of -four, o little salt, two tea-
spoonsful Of oil, and the yolk Of an egg,
moistened by degrees with water, and
all the time he kept stirring ths COM
; {,;>yound with spoon. Though should
have ta,.1,ted for my heart was breaking.
dear Hortense, " exclaimed Eloise.
|" All how you must have suffered r.
ut is past now," sighed the brave
girl. Then resuming her story, she said
r. When the whole formed smooth con-
sstency TO the thickness of cream. be
Ibeat up the white Of an egg till firm,
mixing it with the butter. I could en-
dure my agony no longer. "AIexis !" I
cried, beware how you sriae with me!'
Proceed = you interest me greatly,
remarked Eoise. What WAS his an
swer 2" @
Hortense, With an af1ort, continued
i" When the mixture WAS hot he put the
apples in one at q time, turning them
over with a slice as they were doing
Suddenly he turned towards me, his. facs
glowing with dassion."
May, say not sol" interrupted the
kind E'oise "perhaps the heat Of the
fire, and not passion had slnged his
| cheeks
Heaven grant your words prove
true u sobbed the loving girl 4 shall
never forget the expression Of his eyes.
Hortense,' he whispered, the apple frit-
,ers are now cooked. Let us, perhaps
for the last time eat together"
For q few seconds Hortense was
speechless. Rising from the moss bank,
she gasped out, Eloise, as you love me-,
let us hurry home! shall die if We re-
main here.'
"And the fritters 2" inquired the gentle
Eloise
"Tbe7 were excellent" continued
Hortense, 10 ca!mer tone," that evening
he presented me with the receipt for
making them, together with lock Of his
hair, which, however, formed no part Of
the receipt. Two hours afterwards, he
WAS on bis road to London aud the Re-
form club. But To this day, even the
sight of an apple makes me trenb'e.--
Alas such is the love OF poor, fond
woman"
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