New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-02-02
FAT PORK.

FAT PORK.
All great minds have their eccentrici-
ties-their affinities of taste-their lido
syncracial biases-their hobbies of ap-
petite-their pivotal charlottesville
epicurian monomani@. Fat pork is
mine.
There is a flavor about the delicacy
that can be found in nothing else. The
unctuous, juicy richness of nice pork
steak, cut we'll forward on the tender
Iona slice of light brown meat,
streaked with semi-transparent fat, for
all the world like an agate stone-has
charms for me that few other edibles
have. admire ham-I esteem bacon
Cfat and lean together, broiled to a
turn, with bit of lemon squeezed over
it)-but love tenderloin!
o golden days of boyhood! How
fondly does my soul gaze backward
with yearning eyes, looking wistfully
through the lorgnette of memory,
toward the halcyon hours passed in
the valley of the Mississippi-that laud
of fever and ague and swine! The name
of Illinois will forever be coupled in my
mind with the name of tenderloin and
thus made forever dear. How well I
remember going again and again to
Gou's slaughter-hOuse on the Piasa
creek in Middle Alton and getting a
large tin pail full of the delicious streaky
pieces in their freshness of
rose and snowfall for the inconsidera-
BILE sum of ten cents! And the next
mornings breakfast of tenderloin
crisply broiled, with it's gravy poured
over the buckwheat cakes, crisply baked!
All. why did I ever leave that region of
the setting sun? I have eaten perigord
pate since then-I have known the Joys
of pe7tl,'ir Gatr trattes--but my gastric
longings still revert to those happy days.
Let me pause and drop tear.
l sat at the long table of the Banquet
House, in the pleasant town of In gle
ton, whitker l had been called on I'M
portant business. AS usual, was late
at breakfast-I always am-but there
was reason for it on this occasion, for
a very pretty young lady and her broth
er had also way Of coming late.
Three mornings had met them there
and we had got to know one another
so that we exchanged those little eye
recognitions that betoken readiness
for further acquaintance. If I had
bowed to my fair table neighbor she
would have returned the salutation. II
she had smiled and "made as if she
would speak" I should have bowed.
But we were both observant of etiquette
and did not trespass upon it's rules SO
far. l am naturally dif1ident-so was
she; and we contented ourselves with
the salaam of chances aforementioned
until the third morning.
She entered the dining-room leaning
on her brothers arm and looking mex
pressibly charming, in lowered dress
ing gown, bordered with broad scarlet
stripes, and confined about the round,
slender waist by a scarlet cord and tas.
sci. Her hair, which was very thick
and dark, was loosely and tastefully ar.
ranged with few little sprays of hello.
trope; or something of that sort, care.
lessly thrust into its shadowy tresses.
Her coquettish collar, of white mar.
settles, cut in rounded points and but
ton-hole stitched with red silk, encir
cled a neck of the most bewitchine
whiteness and grace of contour. A Sc
rene, yet vivacious smile played about
her clear, hazel-gray eyes, with thei1
long, dark lashes, and her exquisite
mouth, which combined the soft, coral
line pink of some sea-shells, with the
dewy freshness of rosebud. Her hands
and arms were like her throat, yer,
white and of the finest form, and were
innocent of any bedizening, if 1 excep
large single-stone acknowledging or
the forefnger of her right hand. The
only ornaments her other fingers bore
were their own dimpled knuckles ane
polished nails, long, narrow, roseat,
and scrupulously cared-for. As sh,
tripped down the aisle between the two
tables her swaying crinoline disclosed
glimpses of two charming little feet
arranged in cunning slippers, with bow.
of white lace and red ribbon.
Pardon me, gentle reader, but an
rs observant as I am susceptible.
1t was late, even for us, and my wait
or returned, just as the last-comers en-
tered, to say that he could not get wha
had ordered-it was all gone. Imedi
tated over the bill of fare once more an(
became interested in the conversation
of the brother and sister, which / coult
not help hearing. They were mucl
given to discussing the fine arts, litera
ture, etc., and the young man talked
very we'll, indeed. He knew it, too
and was never ashamed to have s
stranger hear his enthusiastic, poetical
and oftentimes eloquent perorations
On this occasion, their theme was must,
suggested by aconcert, given by some op
cratic stars in Ingleton the night before
"There is nothing like the pure
classic SCHOOL, said the young gentle
man; sit seems to call forth something
from within, that is far more divine
than we know of at most times. Fol
instance, the long-drawn, sobbing mel.
Ody of French horns, in some of Von
Weber's compositions, awakens con.
ception of Immortality in me, at least,
that no sermon could ever teach.'
"What will you have, STRIP asked
the waiter, of me.
"What is there?''
The man ian his eye down the bill OF
fare and my neighbor continued:
land then, when all the instrument
tation of a good orchestra is focus
ing itself up to a grand crash what a
throbbing impotence of anticipation we
feelr'
There is nothing" said the waiter,
Except some tenderloin pork tender
loin."
"What wild longings and aspirations
thrill the heart! What gorgeous glories
seem on the point of bursting forth, to
dazzle the spiritual sight :" said the
young man.
Bring me some," l whispered to the
waiter.
1T is rather fat, sir, but very nice, -
said he.
What an orgasm Of exquisite
agony, an infinite Joy, and strength,
md love, and holiness, and -
g Fat pork!'
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