Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1896-11-07
SUGAR OR SALT.
BY RYE JOHNSON.

It was an old-fashioned house, in
the suburb of an old-fashioned town.
Nancy Moore stood upon the porch and
watched the carriage until it disap-
peared around the bend near the bridge;
then, turning, danced gleefully into the
pleasant kitchen. Miss Nancy Moore,
-Missus' for the day, if you please" she
said aloud with sweeping courtesy,
though her own bright self was the
only being visible. Then dropping into
an easy chair, placed invitingly near
an open window through which the
sweet morning air came in delightful
little puffs, she proceeded to plan her
days work.
Mamma and papa are off for the day,
and 1 may york my own sweet will
while they are away. There's
rhyme to begin with, you silly thing.
They will be gone until near five, and
Cousin Hal is coming home with them
to tea 1 am to prepare that tea, or
rather dinner. Let me see, what shall
we have? There's beautiful bread, but
ter and honey for a foundation. I'll
make some of those mock mince pies
papa loves SO dearly. Then a white
cake and a cream layer, mold of
Nariegated apple jelly to please mann
ma, some lemon jelly to please Hal"
l(with 4 flush at mention of that name);
~'then there's potato salad, creamed
potatoes, fried chicken = there = that
will do, Nancy, you must remember the
darling old papa is not rich"
Springing up, the happy girl took
down huge gingham apron from a
convenient nail, and after donning it,
rolled her sleeves above her dimpled
elbows. The fire was rebuilt in the
-cookstoye and the dampers were regu-
lated. Then seizing pan she ran
lightly down the cellar stairs to the
potato bin.
1.-Two cupfuls and half of grated
potato" she said, as she selected tubers,
@'and if 1 have any over L shan't put
it in as I did last time. Strange how
easy it is to spoil a nice dish by not
following the directions implicitly
Nancy sang merrily as she pared,
washed and dried the potatoes. Then
she proceeded to CRATE them. coarsely,
but unfortunately rubbed her thumb
over the CRATER, thereby interrupting
her song for a minute. But she was too
happy to care for a wounded thumb
and was soon warbling away in rivalry
with the birds who were singing their
October melodies preparatory to fit.
ting.
1.-TWO cupfuls and a half of grated
potato, two cupfuls of boiling water
poured over them, one cupful of vine
gar, one of molasses, one and half of
sugar, two teaspoonfuls of cinnamon
and one of cloves. Butter size of an
egg and a cupful of raisins," she re-
peated aloud. as she added each in
gredient in turn. There, that's all.
Now for my crust and papa's mince pies
are made"
In very short time she had four
dainty-looling pies in the oven, and
the savory odor they emitted when
she presently opened the oven door was
a wonderful imitation of the original
to say the least.
While her pies were baking, she pre-
pared her mold of variegated apple jelly
by peeling and cutting up pound of
sour apples and putting them to cook
in stewpan with three ounces of
sugar, a cupful of water and the juice
and grated rind of lemon. When
they We're cooked to a pulp, she put
them through strainer and added an
ounce of gelatine, which she had dis
solved in gill of water. Half of the
apples she colored with teaspoonful
of cochineal, and then she filled her
mold with alternate layers of the
was cold, she turned it out upon glass
dish, and it was to be served with
pint of whipped cream piled high on
the center. This done, she made the
cream for her layer cake. By that time
the pies were done and the cake making
followed.
Every body has a favorite recipe for
white cake, but perhaps Nancy's simple
formula for layer cake may fill the
need of some one whose papa like hers
is mot rich:" Zone cupful of white
sugar" said she aloud-someway she
had talked to herself all day-"one egg,
half cupful of saleratus and one of
lemon Now just flour enough for a
running batter, and into the three tins
you CO."
Everything turned out splendidly,
and Nancy felt thrill of pardonable