The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1885-07-10
SPOOPENDYKE'S PIE.
He Shows Mrs. s. How His Mother
@. Used to Make EN-,

s, a Used to Make EN-.
@tMy dear" said Mr.. Spoopendyke,
foiding his napkin and pushing his
chair back from the table. .smy dear.
you are pretty good housekeeper,
and once in a while you contrive to
cook up a, fair meal, but you have no
business fooling around a m1nce pie.
There never was but one woman who
could make mince pie, and that was
my mother"
81 thought this was nice," returned
Mrs Spoopendye, with Just little
quiver resting on her lip. 81 got it
-out of the cook book
<tAnd you'd better put it right back
I'm the book as warning to other am
>sfeurs, :" continued Mr.. Spoopendyke.
81 don't say that this is especially bad,
''only it doesn't meet with all the re.
qulrements of pie as they were in
GtfIled into my young mind. You
might work it on founding hospitals
.Eiiat never had any mother, but it
thasn' e the soul used to get out of pie
when 4 lived at home.''
-tHow did your mother make the
mInce pie, dear?'' asked Mrs. Spoop-
seHadys1e- eff 1 knew what she used,
tperhaps | could get UP one of which
you would eat six slices instead of
: four" And with this purely feminine
e dig, Mrs. Spoopendyke looked mod
. estty downward and began folding
: knife pleatings in the table cloth.
%Fome" exclaimed Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, jumping impetuously from his
ctiair--~,I'If you've got the ingredi-
ants, LII show you how to make pie
that will draw howls of envy from the
;. neighbors," and Mr.. Spoopkendyke
I 3cd the way to the kitchen. '.Where's
your caopping tray and the apples?
Eeech me the hand guillotine and the
beef! Look alive now, my dear, and
= we'll startle the world with some rev.
ssla6Ions on the abstruse subject of
.snince pie!"
@.Let me put this big towel around
ySar neck SO you won't grease your
'ciothes, suggested Mrs. Spoopendyke,
dragging out huge crash towel.
<What's that forp'' demanded her
husband, contemplating it with no
-asnonpt of favor (Which end of the
iTpie Is that thing supposed to have in
: Huence withP If 1 make up my mind
when get through that this pie wants
co be shaved, I'll put on this skirt, but
In the meantime want room for all
my limbs Now" he continued, as he
Bumped the beef and apples into the
tray and went at them vigorously with
hschopping knife; :'now you watch
Vine proceedings and note how this pie
begins to assume proportions.
"'Didn't your mother peel the apples
before she chopped them?'' asked Mrs.
Spoopendyke, quietly.
1tEhr' CALCULATED Mr.. Spoopendyke,
slowing up a little and looking into
the tray distrustfully. assOf course
szt,t,' and he resumed his labors with
more energy. '.If you did, there's
where you made your mistake. 1 sup
/, pose you peeled the beef, too, didn't
Ye2 Though / don't know" and he
stopped short and regarded his work
yatteafively. lit strikes me this meat
.sxouid.chop finer if some one had drop
sped apple driver on it once or twice.
Anyway, you don't want your meat
Zoo fine, and guess this will do, ." and
ME- Spoopendyke set the tray full of
aamps on the table and rolled up his
Gfeeves.
What will you have now, dear?''
inquired his wife. tenderly.
Some -four and water" replied
Mr. Spoopendyke, cheerily. s.It's the
CEuSb VI ple GndG IS lGS genius,
and I'm going to turn out a slab
of pastry that will be monu-
merit to the artist who is weav-
ing this job. Gimme the flour and
water, while I feel as one upon
whom the spirit of successful pie
rests visibly!''
Mrs Spoopendyke brought out the
material and once more resum-
ed the relation as a pupil to the ex-
.ercises-
Anything else, dearP" she ask
ed. as Mr.. Spoopendyke wet down
stais -four and jammed his fists in the
fgPaste-
= en- othing but profound silence - re-
etorted her husband. s'The chief trou-
asIe with the crust to your pie is that
you allow your attention to be DIS
stracted from it at the critical moment.
II, on the contrary, will stop boxing
this oVercoat for that inince meat just
xe the second 1treaches f1akiness," and
saae slammed in more flour and plunged
again into his ambitious effort in the
way of crust. "Therer' said he when
tho had fought it to the consistency of
Sand and mucilage and rolled 1t out
sato two thick chunks. 'There is the