Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1878-02-01
FARM AND HOUSEHOLD.

Fried Cakes.--One coffee-cup pow
dered sugar, one cohee-cup milk, three
spoonfuls of melted butter, three eggs,
one nutmeg, grated, one of cream,
sugar and butter; add eggs; do not mix
too stiff.
-Jumbles. One cupful of sugar and
one of good butter, rubbed to a cream,
one-half cupful sour cream, one we'll
beaten egg, one teaspoonful of soda
dissolved in a very little hot water;
flavor with nutmeg; sift in flour enough
to make a soft dough or batter.
Look out for the Hessian fly. 1t is
dormant now, but its card may be seen
in the yellow color of the fall season
wheat. Anything that will disturb the
fly or strengthen the plant Is of use.
When the ground is soft, it may be well
to roll the wheat, or to SOW five bushels
of salt to the acre or fifty bushels of un-
leached ashes.
The proper soil for the Gala lily is
richest loan and peat well mixed.
When growing you cannot give the
plants too much water. In the window,
If the plants are set in a saucer kept
constantly filed with water, they will
be better for it. In summer the plant
will grow well and flower profusely out
of doors. in tank. 4.
-Beefsteak Cake. Three cups of
sugar; one of butter; six eggs one cup
of milk; four cups of flour; three tea
spoonfuls of sea foam; take one-third of
this mixture, add two teaspoons of Gin
namon; one of cloves; little nutmeg
and one cup of chopped raisins. Bake
in layers the same as jelly cake, and
put icing between each layer. Half
this quantity will make one large cake.
Raised Loaf Cake.-Four cupfuls
sugar, one very large cupful lard, one
large cupful butter, one and three
quarters cupfuls milk, one half-pint hop
yeast, seven cupfuls flour; mix the
flour, milk, yeast, lard, and half the
sugar together, and let rise over night
Next morning, when the dough is quite
light, add the rest of the sugar, the but
ter, r,three eggs, half teaspoonful of soda,
spices to taste, and fruit of any kind or
quantity. First roll the fruit in flour to
prevent it from settling in the loaves
The dough should rise very light a Sec
ond time before the fruit is added, and
partly again after it is put in the baking
tins. This will make three loaves, and
can be kept long time if desired.
-Croquettes of Apples.-Peel and
core twelve large apples, slice and put
in saucepan with two ounces of
melted butter, the rind of a lemon and
six ounces of sugar; stir on the fire and
reduce till very thick; add six egg
yelks and a tablespoonful of fecula,
mingle well, stir few minutes longer,
press forcibly through a sieve, spread
in a buttered dishpan and cool thor
oughly; turn on a table strewn with
pulverized crackers, divide and give the
pieces the shape and size of large
cork or of an apple; dip in beaten eggs,
roll in fresh bread-crumbs, smooth
nicely and fry of q nice color in plenty
of hot fat, drain on cloth, roll in pow
dered sugar, dish up on folded napkin
and serve.
AN INDEPENDENT FARMER.
Let sailors sing Of the mighty deep,
Let soldiers praise their arlnor,
But in my heart this toast I'll keep
The Independent Farmer.
When first the rose in robe Of green
Unfolds its crimson lining,
Around his cottage porch is seen
The honeysuckle climbing;
When banks of bloom their sweetness yield
To bees that gather honey.
He drives his team across the field,
When skies are soft and sunny.
The blackbird clucks behind the plow,
The quail pipes loud and clearly,
Yon orchard hides behind its boughs
The home he loves so dearly
The gray and old barn doors enfold
His ample store in measure,
More rich than heaps Of boarded gold,
A blessed precious treasure;
While yonder in the porch there stands
His wife, the lovely charmer,
The sweetest rose On all his lands
The Independent Farmer.
To him the spring comes dancingly,
To him the summer bushes,
The autumn smiles with yellow ray,
His sleep old winter bushes.
He cares not how the world may move,
No doubts and fears confound him,
His little flock is linked in love,
And household angels round him.
He trusts to God and loves his wife,
No grief or i'll may harm her,
He's natures nobleman in life
The Independent Farmer.