Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1897-01-15
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\.n"l Nru-. ~'".I uI"u tl.. porch
a"I ~at,h,d the ,alrllg- mrl i, di~-
aiH"an.i around the bond near the
h:.l-.. ,h.u. tu-n.u.. da.!r,i glrcfully
lat" ttr pleasant k,trh,u. Mis-
Nancy N.r.' y ..~ i"r th, day. ii
v"'. lra-r. H.. -.,! al.ad ~ith Il
sweeping courtesy. th"u-h h'r own
t'ri.',t Ill VS. the only i-.ng visible.
Ihcn dropping INTO an easy chair,
placed uIi;>ngly near an open window
through which the sweet morning air
came IN delightful littlr l.utl'>. She pro-
cc"d'd t. Plan her days work.
Mamma and papa are of for the
day, and may WORK ny own swc,t
VIII while they are away. There's Il
rhyme t" begin with, You silly thing.
They viii hc gone until near five, and
Cousin Hal j. coming home with them
t. tea. am to prepare that tea, or
rather dinner. Let me ScS, what shall
We have? There's beautiful bread. but
Ter and honey for foundation. I'll
make some OF those mock mince pies
papa loves 50 dearly. Then Il white
cake and cream layer, Il mold of
varicgatcd apple jelly to please man.
ma, some lemon jelly to please Hail."
(with flush ut mention Of that name):
then there's potato salad, crcamed
potatoes, fried chicken-there-that
will do, Nancy, you must remember
the darling old papa is not rich"
Sprlnglng up, the happy girl took
down a huge Bingham apron from
convenient nail, and after donning it,
rolled her sleeves above her dimpled
elbows. The fire was rebuilt in the
cookstovc and the hampers were regu-
lated. Then Selling pan she ran
lightly down the cellar stairs to the
potato bin.
Two cupfuls and half of grated
potato" she said, as she selected tubers,
and ii have any over l shan't put it
in as | did last time. Strange how
easy it is to spoil nice dish by not
following the direction implicitly"
Nancy sang merrily as she pared,
washed and dried the potatoes. Then
she proceeded to CRATE them coarse
~, but unfortunately rubbed her
thumb over the CRATER, thereby in
terrupting her song for minute. But
she was too happy to care for wounded
thumb and was soon warbling away in
rivalry with the birds who were sing
ing their October melodies preparatory
to a fitting.
"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 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 q very short time she had four
dainty-looking 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 upa pound
of sour apples putting them to cook in
a stewpan with three ounces of sugar,
a cupful of water and the juice and
grated rind of lemon. When they
were cooked to pulp, she put them
through strainer and added an ounce
of gelatine, which she had dissolved in
n gill of water. Half of the apples she
cOlOred with teaspoonful of cochineal,
and then she filled her mold with
alternate layers of the colored and I'M
colorcd fruit. When it was cold, she
turned it out upon glass dish, and it
was to be served with a 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.
Everybody has IL 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 "not rich": Gone cupful of
white sugar." said she aloud-some-
way she had talked to herself all day
Tome egg, half cupful of saleratus
and one of lemon. Now Just flour
enough for running batter, and into
the three tins you CO."
Everything turned out splendidly,
and Nancy felt thrill of pardonable
pride as she surveyed her finished pies,
cakes and apple jelly.
"Now for my lemon jelly" she said,
after short rest in the easy chair by
the window, and few brcaths of the
pure fresh air that had . hint of frost
in it. al shall be all done by twelve
and can climb the hill for those
autumn leaves this afternoon" 49,
Half an hour later row of fancy
molds of golden jelly stood upon one
of the wide old-fashioned window sills.
A brisk and energetic war was then
waged with the various articles used in
baking. OF course they were speedily
vanquished; and when they were all