The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-05-10


was over, "don't you think you could learn
to make raised bread?"
81 cannot tell, am quite discouraged"
1ou have learned to cook so MANY
things i'll so short a time" he went on en-
couragingly, "that am sure if you had
some one to give you a few hints about the
best method, you would succeed admirably.
Why do you not consult your mother? She
is superior cook"
"You forget, Frank, how we resented it
when my mother, and sister, and aunts,
and, in fact, all our friends united in pre-
dieting our present perplexities. No, it
would be too mortifying TO go home for
for counsel in this matter. Indeed, | am
ashamed to expose my ignorance by con-
sulting any one. give all my visitors ba-
ker's bread, and they, having it occasional
ly, seem to like it,"
"Suppose we try boarding Hattie"
eve cannot afford that and, besides, we
want home by ourselves. You would not
be contcnted to give up our homo liberties
and privileges, Frank. If it were not for
the eternal bread question, we could get a
little enjoyment out of life but comfort is
now ont of the question. I wish Frank"
/ added, pettishly, that you had married
a housekceper, and had gone into con-
vent -
His face flushed "I was not finding
fault, Hattie. am as ignorant as yourself,
and am sure / could not get along with
the countless details of kitchen work half
as slSillfully and cheerfully as you do.
think you will conquer this difficulty in
time"
"ln time, if ever," responded, ungra-
ciously. 81 hope there will be no bread
making in eternity ~
lie looked at me IN surprise for mo-
ment, but he did not reply. The marked
irevcrcnce of my language effected him
painfully but he saw was in too reckless
, q mood to be reasoned with.
After he had gone to his study, / sat
down to think. I felt wicked and unhappy.
| knew had spoken unkindly and ungen-
erously to my husband whose unwcaried
forbearance and gentlencss, amid the incon-
venenccs caused by my incompetency, had
so often excited my gratitude Alas that
so much misery could result from the want
of loaf of good bread
A sudden resolve inspired me. Without
waiting to clear away the breakfast things,
[ went into kind old lady in the ncighbor-
hood, and after confessing my ignorance,
begged to be initiated into the mysteries
of bread making.
"There is no trouble" said the old lady,
eff you have good yeast"
"But have tried yeast, and my bread
soured."
"You let it stand too long. 1t must be
! put in the pans as soon as it is light, and
then stand till it begins to come up again"
"But where can get good yeast?"
"At the bakery. get mine there. You
can't help having good bread if the yeast is
right. Only be sure to bake it soon
enough"
was soon on my way to the bakery,
mile distant. The fresh air and pleasant
sunlight soon had their usual genial influ-
ence upon me, and l began to get back my
lost courage and cheerfulness.
"Aftcr ALL" said to myself "I must
! succeed if persevere. am not naturally
dull, and acM learn to make good bread if
| it takes me year.
! procured pint of yeast and fastened
home. determined that the "hoistino"
clement should not be lacking in quantity :;
so put into the flour all the yeast had
bought, only adding a cup of milk to
molsten it sufficiently. 1t smelt very strong
ly of hops, but thought that would bake
out.
had scarcely placed it in warm corner
by the stove to rise, when Irecollected Mrs.
Lees caution about baking it in time to
prevent its souring.
81 must run no risk of that, at all events,
said. 81 am sure there is yeast enough