Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-07-20
OUR NEW COOK.
BY HORACE EATON WALKER.

Her bread was delicious, but to me
rot more palatal le than her. elf. Her
/ rOwn bread was something to be re-
inemOered in the sense OF a pleasing
night dream, superinduced by too
hearty supper of rich scalloped oysters,
Il Ia mode And yet she could not be
forgotten in the multitude OF her cul-
mary eudowments.
Her graham bread was luxury, and
may be sald to have melted be- eatn
the fascina / tongue. And yet her
hlack, bead-l!ke eyes rose uppermOst in
he memory. Her graham gems we're
sug yestive of precious stones from India
OF some new Artbia. But she verify
st temed a gem herself, and the convic-
ton grew on one as ones natural appe-
tite becama appeased.
Her rye bre ID was luscious beyond
omparlson, and it made ones mouth
water as 1t was placed scanning on the
- ing table. Yet somehow and from
,Cme Unaccountable reason she rose
7upreme above all her cookery achieve
meuts, and fastened herself in the
memory fOreyerl
And let TIE breakfast cakes would
pull fellow out of lea a half hour
-arlIer than his custom. And, aside
n ON all this, she became a paramount
something in the mind that could not
be eradicated by the mple appeasement
Of sensua appetite.
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One egg, one cup of molas5ses, two
cups of sweet milk, four cups OF rye
,T. - ID,
and little salt. his was her invari-
able rnle even if prince were to dine.
And S. Q excelled. 1t almost made you
love her IN the agreeable mastlcatiOD.
surely, This woman had her sphere Of
action in this world. And If you re-
membered nothing else, you wildly
remem uered her rye rolls. They were
superb. 1t almost made one love her
for this alone.
And her Parker House rolls were a
clincher, clinging TO your memory like
departed friend or gift of a stranger
from over seas. And if you have ever
eaten tOgus bread, you are yet to be
surprised at her superior results IN this
direct on. i ate it with the half un-
conscious relish of shrimps. Aud yet
the maker Of her sweet self seemed to
have produced something even super lor
% all these, although Catering to quite
different tastes.
| can not vOuch for her nationality or
her place of nativity, but if she were
not Southern lady she beat the world
n making Dixie biscuit. You could
eat them for supper and lIyel
How l longei to embrace her for the
very divine culinary gifts she so exclu-
svely eI joyedI Was there ever a
woman like this woman? Her blue
berry rolls were marvels OF success, and
Lhey strongly reminded you of the blue
olueberry fields of some Rolian Jersey
reposing beneath bluer skies.
Even a gouty Cray must have been
redeemed from his terrible allment, for
[ sincerely believe they wers more of
panacea than so many blue pills with
The physician's warrant. L could not,
Of course love her for herself, but l did
owe her for her ideal egg rolls! And
ever delighted to roll them beneath my
.ongue, a sweet morsel.
Cupid had to fire his arrow IN vain,
Ior another Cupid had already entangied
ne in fine matrimonial meshes-
She, my wi e, was pretty as star.
But she couldn't cook for a fdrthIng.
So we, or rather 1, hired a cook. My
mother had been a queen of the flour
BARREL. And 1 should have married a
rirl proficient in this household line.
But Cupid and L made the match.
Aad it was about as discriminating as
could be expected. Cupid couldn't
took. Neither could L. But tnere
,eemed no end to Madeline's kitchen
utilities. And her popovers we're ike
lozenges under the tongue. Two cups
IF flour, two eggs, l1ttle salt, ana
,mall piece of butter. The two !ttter
wee rather indefinite. A lit salt To
me was a good deal. And a small
ri ce of butter wasn't much. L think
these ingredients should be disposed III
ounces. since a little of this, and a
little of that, a pinch CT this, and
Jlnch OF that, are 9bout as INDEFINITE
IS love. Aud yet she cooked dlVlney,
lasbInr in a little OF this and a httl9
If that, varying the rue, Ike the great
uainter. and mixing with the mlnc-
And vet size did not seem to be largely
endowed with intellectually.
Buns that looked like bakers buns.
mt were ten tues more eatable. And
vet. married man though was, could
not restrain myself from being haPIaz-
ardly in love with our new COCK. mat
s II mean her Eden cooking.
Mrs. Harrity quietly asked me II L
we're more attached to tie kitchen than
- tie parlor. [ WINGED little, but
cot to be outgeneraled 1 fenced my
osition by the happy rejoindef that, L
VAS so enamoIed of the cooks suprem'
.apacity that could scarcely refrain
. 1m paying my personal attent on 10
| he matter.
Mrs. Harli'y smiled. And for few
lreary days | confined myself to the
r.rlor. Here 1 could study upholstery.
,nc sad curtly, trat little evanesce ent
mile alternately wreathing hel pretty
pou h. coulI ponder the mechanism
! the great cushIored parlor rockers,
lie divinity pictured in the turkish
IS. the Brussels carpet, refec IN Ey
n md 10 the oils on the paoered walls,
| sing Raphael up in my mind, po- aer
,fr divine q thing it was to paint such