Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-09-28
A Forest Corn Roast.
From Murray's Golden Rule

You want a day in which fresh breeze
Is blowing, when 10 walk through the corn
field is to hear a singing and buzzing and
rustling all together. IL must be II little
cool, tso, SO that exertiou brings won
derful appetite; and little excitement. IN
stead of producing perspiration and Ian
guor, In followed by unwonted gayety OF
spirits. Then you must have big basket,
troop Of children, aud a maiden aunt.
who "i,n't used to such doings.' and il
you can possibly persuade grandpa out in
to the windy sunshine, it will be all the
better.
Then all OF you must flock out into the
sweet-corn patch, and pick. Don't be
afraid you will get two much you cant.
After the great basket is heaped full. strike
n bre-lne for the woods. II they are quite
a distance away. it don't matter at all.
The pale,t and weakest of the party you
muSt seud back 10 the h use after some
salt aud butter and knife or two. Don't
forget 10 be As mlschievous aud full OF iun
as you can; Tor that Is one Of the spices
needed IN this dish. A. you happen to
strike the road on your way. and il load
of early windfalls, with u good natured
farmer on top, is jogging by, ask him If he
doesn't want to add his companiOnship-
and some apples-to the feast. His eyes
will twinkle as he refuses his society, but
a perfect shower of yellow Porters, red
Astrachans and rosy Harvests will prove Il
cordial acquiescence to your last bequest.
These will do for desert.
Having found nice little hollow full of
pine needles, perfumed with pungent, aro-
matte odurs. and with wintergreen sprigs
peepng up here and there, borrow dozen
round stones from the nearest wall, lay
them down in circle and build a fire upon
them. About the edge you must set stones
on end, like border, SO that there shall
be spaces about as big an ear of corn.
After the fire has burned into glowing EN-.
bers and everybody has exclaimed, How
good the fire feels!" (for it is a little Chi
ly.) and 'Oh, how hungry | am. take
the splendid white even ears OF corn, and,
putting Leaf under the end. set each one
up in q space between he stones. What a
sight. The round crins"n glow. every
stone piping hot. aud starlike rays shoJ;iug
out from the upward pointed ears. The
color and merriment in all the faces round
about, even in the eyes OF the dear old
aunt, will give fine zesr and when ev-
erybody takes a hand. turning" the corn,
the ruddy flames will fly to their cheek and
| brow and chin, making them ten times as
handsome as before.
| How rebellious are the kernels! Some
| sputter. some crack, some burst. All get
Drowned, and some get burned; but never
mind that. You will find that nobody can
wait. The children will begin to nibble
and taste as soon as the small end Is done,
not being willing to roast the butt end al
all. The older folks will wish they were
children, while they watch the children
ann they will be ashamed to chide then
for doing just what they long to do them
selves. All the ears will be well Drowned
soon, however; and then, since you have
been so busy and cheerful, you may le
some one else put the second row Of beau
ties around the Goals, and apply yoursel
to the main business of the hour Does i
taste good? Is there just salt and butte
enough on the one place which exactl.
pleases your eye, and where you mean t
set your teeth in just one second?
Well. well there is no possible areumen
in the matter. Your bright eyes. smiiin
features. satisfactory attitude, and genera
self cOmplacency, proclaim 10 all the &C
tively-engaged dear ones around that ther
is no way to cook corn and have it perfeC
except 10 this method. Confess that ou
egotism regarding recipes is, as GeOrg
Francis Train says. No egOtism: ths
which you can back up!