The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-02-21
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hlding bis aapkia and pasAing hls cAals back hom she table, My deAR, yon are A pretty rood housekeepss, and eaee la . while you conrise to cook up . lair meal, but you have no business focllna aroand mince pic. There never was bat enc woman who could make minca pic, and that was my mo'Aef."
 ~ shousAs tAls was sics.s returned Mrs. Spocpeadyka with just little culver resting ca her lip. @i got k ous Of the cook 6ook--s
 ~And you'd better put is rlgAt back in the book as warning to other anna seusA= cuutinued hfr, SpoopsRdykS. es don't say .hat thts is especially bad, culy it doesn't meet with al the requirements of pic as they were instilled inso my young mind. Yoa might wotk h on icundling hospitals that never had any mother, but it hasn't the soul l used to get out of pie when lived at Aomas
 HoS dtd your mother make the minee pies, dear P asked Mrs. Spoopen. dyke. "lf kaew what she used, per haps l could ges up one cf which you would eat sis slices instead of four. " And with this purely teminlns dig Mrs. Spoopendyke looked modessiy down. yard and began folding knife pleating in the table cloth.
 aCome !" exclaimed Mir. Spoopsadyke, jumping impetuously irou hls chair. "This is Sunday afternoon, and If you've got the ingredients, III show you how to make pie that will draw howls of envy from the neighbors," and Mr. Spccpen. dyke tod the way to the kitchen, "Whesea your chopping tray aud the applssf Fetch me the hand guillosine asd the beef. Look alive pow, nay dear, and ven startie the world with some revelations on the abstruss subject Of niace pisi'
 "Lss me put this big towel arcuad your neck, 90 you wont grease your eloshss," suggested Mrs, Spoopendyke, dragging out huge crash towel.
 "Whass that lorp' demanded her husband, contemplating It with no amount of tavor Which end of the pie is that thing supposed to have 10. fuence wlth9 " make up my mind when get through that this pie wants to oe shaved, liii put on this skirt, but in the meantime ! want room for all my limbs. Now," he continued, As he dumped the beef anl apples into the tray and went at them vigorously with the chopping knife "now you watch tho proceedings and note how this pie begins to assume proportions :"
 "DIdnt your mother peel the apples before she chopped them r asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, quietly.
 :" Ehr ejAeulated Mir. Spoopendyke, slowing up . little and looking into the tray distrustfuily. %Of course not" aad he resumed his labors with stlll more energy. "f you did, there's where you made your mistake. ! suppose you peeled the beef too, didnt yef Though | don't know" and he stopped short and regarded hts work attentively. Ut strikes me this meat would chop finer ii some one had dropped a spile dr,ver on It once or twice. Anyway, you don't want your meat too fine, and l guess this will do," and Mir. Spoopendyke set the tray full ef Jumps on the table and rolled up his sleeves.
 "What will you have now, dearS' in- quired his wife, tenderly.
 Spoopsndyke, eheerily. "It's the crust of pie that is its genius, and I'm going to turn out slab of pastry that will be . monument to the artist who Is weaving this job. Gimme the -four and water, while feel as one upon whom the spirit Of a successful pie Tsss: vss.hlyp
 Mrs. Spoopsndyke brought out the material and once more resumed the re- laslon Of pupil so the exercisss.
 "Anything else, dsas 2" she asked, as Mir Spoopendyks vet down his hour and jammed hss Hs,: Ia the paste.
 Nothing but profound silsnce," re- toTted her husband. "The chief trouble with the crust to your pie l. that you al. low your attention to be distracted from t at the critical moment. ], on the contrary, will stop boxiug this ovsrcoas fos that mince meat just q the sscond t reaches Aakinsss," and hs slammed in more -four and plugged again into his ambitious effort iL the way of crust. !" Thsre!" said he, when he had fought 1t to the consistency of sand and ms- cilage, and rolled t ont into two thick chunks. sThess is the triumph of pie over putteripgl Lead out the pas whom the gods would honor, and let's see how this combination Of hereditary intslI- gencs and acquired braias will % whsn h's cooked I"
 Mrs. Spoopendyke handed him pie pan into which he dropped his bottom crust, and then poured the mincs meat.
 "Cot to lift your testh pretty high to get around some of that msaa,o hs as he tried to poke the lamps into position with stick. "I'm not sssss i whsshsg mother used to grsss the meat or crack t with . hammer. but t don't make @ mach differences. It's the crust that talks, when you eoms se os pie. Nov, yos do this" and he marked out . spng on the top l crust with his tbumb sud when yca | get t on, thus, you pinch t around the | edges, sol Sss7 My mother used to | have an old wheel out of wooden clock, and she printed landscapes in holes aii over the pie. Bat that isn't necessary. l It adds iussss, bat no dignity to the per- losmascs. Nos, ve put t ip the oven. this wise, and in short time ws viii haze