The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1901-11-06
GEO. w. PECK AS A COOK.
Flea Powder for Pepper and Meth
Balls for Lard.

itltft" IL liliuule age Dut DeleVeS ne
can cook better than anybody. have
always labored under that belief. and
the amount of kicking have done at
the cooking in the house for the past
40 years would fill book. 1t has nor
made any difference whether il was
the coffee that was not right, or the
pancakes, or the corned beef, l could
tell at glance that they needed more
shortening, and many is the cook who
has packed up and left the house be-
cause | wanted to instruct her how to
do things. But | never had a good
chance to show my proficiency ia
cooking until three years ago. A
new shooting club was started on the
west shore of Lake Koshkonong, and
when | found that one of the rules
was that there should be no cook en-
ployed, but that all members should
take a hand at cooking, making up the
beds, washing dishes, etc, I couldn't
get in the club too quick. The first
week | spent at the club | couldn'. get
chance at the cook stove, as the old
er members claimed the right to prac-
ticc on us. We had some awful
meals, but there were no fatalities.
The next week the novelty hal
worn off and the older members got
their heads together and UNANIMOUSLY
sawed the next days cooking off onto
me. Everybody got up early and tnOk
a cold lunch in lieu Of breakfast, and
went out shooting, and was to cook
the dinner, and all were to round up
at noon, with their appetites.
Actually, | had never done any cook
ing, but had seen cooking done ever
since | was boy, ana | sat down to
think it over alone. 1 thodgnt our q
dinner of fried salt pork, baked pota
toes, fried eggs, milk gravy such as
an old fashioned Johnny cake. The
potatoes were easy, and about II
O'Clock | got them in the oven and be-
gan TO carve the pork. The pork was
rusty, so | put it in spider with
some water, as | had seen done a
thousand times, but | made the mis-.
take of putting in some soap, and
making q suls to wash the rust off.
never realized the mistake until after
dinner time. Well, for nearly an hour
and a half | worked, frying the pork
frying eggs, occasionally stabbing q
potato to see if it was done, mixing
the Johnny cake, and finally threw my
whole soul into the milk gravy.
and as the boys come in hungry as
bears, | put the things on the table,
and sat down in the door to cool off,
and to put court plaster on my hands
where the hot fat had spatueced on
nc. | was in no mood to listen to any
criticism on my cooking, and when
Mr.. i.ougee got a potato skin and
asked somebody to pass the bill post
er's delight, abiding to my milk
! ~ ~ ) 4 "'o huit. ~ was AuC IAdI l
got too much flour in it, and it would
not come off the spoon except with
a dull lhud, but it seemed wrong to
speak of my gravy contemptiOusly.
And after he had tasted it, and put
Oh a look of agony. could have cried.
Prof ScaVlem, who can cook pretty
l,,.l hi Sat, Il
eggs, and after eating a piece of it
he looked wise, but kept still until the
others had eaten few eggs, when he
asked me what | seasoned the eggs
with. | told him l had used salt and
pepper. the salt out of that tin pail
and the pepper out of the tin shaker
on the window, and l felt as though
| should sink when he turned to the
Logs AMI said.
Our new cook has raised hell on
his watch. The salt he used was
som, epson salts, and the pepper was
| slaNc flea powder that l got to xii
the heas on Nitchy, the Indian dog.
The men looked me as though they
would like to battle in my gore, but
tried to square myself by getting
the salt and pepper to show them
when | hope to live a hundred years
il it wasn't flea powder and epson
salts | had used. They passed ol
eggs, and asked me what made the
pork taste SO rank, and when l toli
them how l had cleaned it, will
toilet soap, they drew knives ON me
| had got the Johnny cake out of the
dripping pan, and it didn't suit me a
all. 1t would not break and it had no
risen as | had expected, but maintain
ed surly disposition, like cast-irol
anchor. | put it on the table Who'll,
and Mr.. Clemmons Of GAINESVILLE, tried
to break off piece and sprained hi
thumb while Mr. NOWlan asked for :