Mexico weekly ledger., 1885-03-26
sPooPENDYKE's PIE.
He Shows Mrs. s. How His Mother
Used to Make EN-.

He Shows Mrs. s. How His Mother
Used to Make EN-.
my DEAR" said Mr. Spoopen-
dyke, folding his napkin and push
ing his chair back from the table,
my dear, You are a pretty good
housekeeper,and once in a while you
contriye to cook up fair meal, but
you have no business fooling around
a mince ple. There never was but
one women who could make a mince
pie, and that was my mother"
81 thought this was nice" returned
Mrs. Spoopendyke, with just little
quiver resting on her lip. Il got it
out of the cook book"
"And you'd better put it right
back in the book as warning to
other amateurs continued Mr..
Spoopendyke. q don't say that
this is especially bad, only it doesn't
meet with all the requirements of pie
as they were instilled into my young
mind. You might work it on found
ling hospitals that never had any
mother, but it hasn't the soul / used
to get out of pie when I lived at
home"
'tHow did your mother make the
mince pies, dears" asked Mrs.
Spoopendyke. If knew what she
used, perhaps I could get up one of
which you would eat six slices in
stead of FOUR And with this pure
ly feminine dig, Mrs. Spoopendyke
looked m"destly downward and be-
gan folding knife pleatings in the
table cloth.
''Come!" exclaimed Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, jumping impetuously from his
chair. '1f you've got the ingredients,
Eli show you how to make a pie that
will draw howls of envy from the
neighbors,'' and Mr.. Spoopendyke
led the way to the kitchen. where's
your chopping tray and the apples?
Fetch me the hand guilotine and the
beef! Look alive now. my dear, and
we' Il startIe the world with some rev.
elations on the abstruse subject Of
mince pie!''
'.Let me put this big towel around
your neck, so you won't grease your
clolhes," suggested Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, dragging out a huge crash
towel.
whats that for?" demanded her
husband, contemplating it with nc
amount of favor. (which end oi
the pie is that thing supposed ta
have influence with! If I make ur
my mind when I get through tina,
this pie needs 10 be shaved, Til pu
: on this skirt, but in tfe meantime
want room for all my limbs. Now,
he continued, as he dumped tn
| beef and apples into the tray an
went at them vigorously with tn
chopl,ing knife; ''now you watch tn
; proceedings and note how this pi
begins to assume proportions.
Didn't your mother peel the az
pies before she chopped thems" aske
Mrs. Spocpendyke, quietly.
) "'Eh!" CALCULATED MIR. Spoope1
3 dyke, slowing up a little and Iookin
: into the tray distrustingly. sc
course not" and he resumed his |,
{ bors with still more energy. "n yo
D did. there's where you made you
D mistake. I suppose you peeled th
! beef, too, didn't We? Though I don
know" and he stopped short and r.
+ gar.led his work attentively 81
J. strikes me this meat would chop fine
Y if some one had dropped pi
II driver on it once or twice. Anywa,
. you don't want your meat too fin
and I guess this will d,,,' and Nj
e Spoopcndyke set the tray fIll
e Jumps on the table and rolled up h
l. sleeves.
"What will you have now, dear
. inquired his wife, tenderly.
!" "Some flour and water" replie
o Mr.. Spoopendyke, cheerily. III
1t the crust Of a pie that is its geniu
rs and I'm going to turn out a slab
~ pastry that will be a monument
the artist who is weaving this 10
" Gimme the -four and water while
al feel as one upon WHOM the spirit
D. a successful pie rests visibly!"
p Mrs. Spoopendyke brought o
,, the mate ial and once more resum
- the relation of pupil to the exercise
ef Anything else, dear!" she aske
es as Spm,pendyke wet down his flo
lie and jammed his fists in the paste.
~ "Nothing but p ofound silence
y retorted her husband "The CHI
trouble with the crust to your pie
J. that you allow your attention to
ne distracted from it at the critical n
ry ment. I. on the contrary, will st
NJ boxing this overcoat for that mir
~ meat just at the second ii reacl
III fakiness," and he slammed in MI
MS -four and plunged again into his a
d. bilious effort in the way of cru
to ''There!" said he when he had foue
= it to the consistency of sand a
mucilage and rolled it out into t
thick chunks. 'sThere is the trium
of pie over puttering! Lead out
pan whom the gods would hon
nix and let's see how this combinat
ng Of hereditary intelligence and
ge quired brains will go when it's CO
40 ed"
-. Mrs. Spoopendyke handed hir
''e q pirpan into which he dropped
bottom crust; and then poured in
ON mince meat.