The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1862-02-07
FRIDAY MORNING. AT ONE DOLLAR AND Fifty CENTS YEAR. IN
BIDDEFoRD, MAINE, FRIDAY MORNING,

had from two actively-pufcd cigars improved
thoir favor. ........ ....
Now, what do you do with them !? said
Minnie. There amt many he added, rs
ho looked at the little green balls rolling
about tho bottom Of the huge market bas-
ket, and then eyed tho largo pile of shells on
the floor.
You boil them, of course was Georges
answer.
oh! Suppose wo 60 down.
well, come along said George, taking
up the basket.
The fire burned brightly; Jennie had left
all in good order. and the prospect was not
bad for the amateur cooks.
What do you boil them in, George?
oh, any thing!'
But where is it?'
In some of the closets, guess y
Susy would certainly have tainted could
she have seen the ovcrhauling of her neatly
arranged closets that followed.
This? Minnie dragged forth a pot large
enough to boil about twenty pounds Of meat
in.
sYes.'
In they went, unwashcd.
'llot water, or cold?'
Either
'All right; that's done.'
'Now the asparagus. How do you fix it'
Il wonder IL you roast mutton in this
thing?' said George, holding up large pud-
ding.dish.
i guess so. Put it on in tho oven, don't
you?
'Y-c-c.s.' George determined to find o
book on cookery, written by a man, the very
next day.
You boil asparagus, don't you, GcorgoT
Yes; here's tin thing that's long and
shallow guess that's for such things
And u dripping.pau came forth from the
closet.
The asparagus fitted in like charm, as
both men declared. and water was added and
all set on the range.
The mutton next went, on the pudding
dish, into the oven.
Come, let's go up stairs again it's fear
fully hot here,' said George.
But the dinncr?'
'Oh, that's got nothing to do but cook till
three o'clock
.Oh. George, here's tho potatoes =
Another pot was produced, and the pota-
toes, with about two gallons Of water to the
half peck Of murphies, put on the fire.
Smoking, chatting, reading, and little
practice on the violin, filed up the morning,
though George declared 1t was 'horrid slow,
and Minnie wondered what on earth women
did with themselves.
Half past two brought homo three hungry
men to dinner.
Leaving the cooks to dish up they oil
adjourned to the parlor to cool themselves
That it was rather dusty there was not no
ticed. Jennie had made the beds before she
left, but dusting the parlors was Susy's work,
and her early start had prevented her from
doing 1t.
.George'-Minnic's voice was rather dole
full.
.whatg
The fires OUT
'Out?'
Il wonder II any things cooked!'
The asparagus is burnt fast to the PAM
so is the mcat!'
The potatoesT
Broken all to pieces, and floating about
in the water ...
These peas are oil mushy, Minnie'
'Punctuality is the soul of dinner, cried
Joe, from tho pirlor; 'it's ten minutes past
three
60 sct the table, growlcd George.
1t was unique in It's arrangements, that
table, as the gentlemen sat down to dinner.
The meat figured on an enormous dish, with
an ocean Of whito china surrounding its
shrunkcn proportions. The potatoes. in lii.
tie Jumps, unskinncd, were piled in fruit
dish the green mass which Minnie had with
infinite difficulty fshed from the big meat
pot, was served on red carthcn plate, and
tho stalks ofasparagus were in the salad.bowl.
Tho table-cloth Was awry, and the napkins
were omitted altogether. @
where's the gravy! was Joe's first ques
tion. -. .,.... ..
There wasn't any,
The meats burned, cried one voice.
1T is stone cold, said another.
Whats this !? said third, digging into
the pile Of peas. "
'Faughr = followed daring attempt to eat
some asparagus.
Never mind, said Joe. 'Romo was not
built ina day. Give us somo bread and but
ter, and pickles, George
mo, not pickles, preserves said Charley
'Susy locked both up, cried Harry, laugh.
ing. she declared q woman put them up,
and that II we wanted them wo must prepare
them for ourselvos.' rf nl
Minnie produced the strawberries, and