Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-05-31


pretense but feebly made of plucking black
berries, artless dissemblers!
Mamma shouts: 'sMary, Carlone, Jane,
Tom, Harry, be back before 5, for we must
start for home.''
May she get them even ut halfpast six:
From group of peasants over q bunch OF
sticks In the Black Forest up to queen who
delighted to picnic in Fontainbleau these
alfresco entertainments are ever delicious.
We cannot put our ears too close to the con-
fessional of nature.
In packing lunch for fisherman or
hunter the hostess often has to exclalm tnat
brevity is the soul of wit. She must often
compress few eatables into the side pocket
and the bottle of claret into the fishing
basket. If not she can palm off on the man
one of those tin cases which poor little boys
carry to school and which look like books
and have suggestive titles, like Essays OF
Bacon, " "Crabbe's Tales or "News From
Turkey" on the back. If the fisherman will
take one of these his sandwiches will arrive
in better order.
Few Agree With Western Hunters.
The Western hunter takes few beans
and some slices of pork, some say, in h1s
hat when he goes off on the warpath. But
the modern hunter or fisher, if he drives to
the meet or the burn, can be trusted with
an orthodox lunch basket, which should
hold cold tea, cold game pie, few olives
and a bit of cheese, and large reserve of
sandwiches. When we grow more celestial,
when we achieve the physical theory of an
other life, we may know how to concentrate
good eating in more portable form than
that of the sandwich, but we do not know it
yet.
Now, take an egg sandwich-hard-boiled
eggs, chopped and laid between bread and
butter. Can anything be more like the
sonnet? Complete in IA lines, and yet per-
fectionl Only indefinite chicken, wheaton
-four, the milk Of the cow-all that goes to
make up our daily food in one little COM
pact rectanglel Egg sapdwich 1t is i'm
mense in its concentration. Some people
like to take salads and apple pies to pic
mics. There are great moral objections to
thus exposing these two delicacies to the
rough experiences of a picnic.
Objections to Salads and Pies.
A salad, however well dressed, is an oily
and slippery enjoyment. Like all great
Joys it is apt to escape us, especially in a
lunch basket. Apple pie, most delicate of
pasties, will exude, and you are apt to find
the crust on the top of the basket and the
apple in the bottom of the carriage.
But if you will take salad and will not be
taught by experience, make perfect "Jar-
diniere" of all the cold vegetables, green
peas, beans, and caulifower, green peppers,
cucumbers, and cold potatoes, and take this
mixture dry to the picnic. Have your may
onnaise in q bottle and dress the salad with
it after sitting down (on very slippery
ferny rock) at the table. Truth compels
the historian to observe that this Is delicious
with the ham, and you will not mind in the
least (untiI the next day. the large grease
spot on the side breadth of yodr gown. As
for the apple pie, that is taken at the risk
of the owner. 1t had better be left at home
for tea
Some Very Acceptable Dainties.
Of course pate de foie gras, sandwiches,
boned turkey, jellied tongue, the various
cold birds-as partridges, quails, pheasant,
chicken-and raw oysters can be taken to
very elaborate picnic near a large town.
Salmon dressed with green sauce, lobster
salad, every kind of salad, is in order if you
can only get it there, and "Caviare to the
general" Cold terrapin is not to be de-
spised eaten on bit of bread. 1t is an ex-
cellent dainty and so is the cold fried oyster.
The public picnics, like Sunday school
picnics, fed with ice cream and strawberries,
the clam-bake, a unique and enjoyable
affair by the sea, these are in the hands of
experts and need no description here. The
French people picnic every day in the Bois
de Boulogne, the woods of Versailles, even
on the asphalt, eating out-of-doors when
they can. 1t is very strange thing that
we do not improve our fine climate by eat
ing our dinners and breakfasts with the full
1rouoht nf led Oz0Ua
M. e. w. SHERWOOD.