The Vinita daily chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1902-1913, 1903-06-01

different Success In Her Cas-
Economical Fad.

Salad, says my cousin-in-law Clara
must never feel the touch Of metal, BY
salad Clara does not mean the prepara
tions Of boiled lobster, capers and sucl
that are served in the restaurants. She
means the salad that you make your
self out Of green thing and few
condiments, says writer in the New
York Herald
Clara thinks the greatest man that
ever lived was Nebuchadnezzar, the
king. Nebuchadnezzar, the king, says
Clara, must have laughedyery heartily
when he was sent out to pursue a grass
diet. AS she very wisely points out,
the addition Of little salt and peRer
must have given Nebuchadnezzar, the
king, salad that could not be dupli-
Gated to-day in our most expensive ho-
tells.
We were early acquainted with
Clara's views on the subject of salad.
The first night we had lettuce salad
Clara quietly laid aside her fork and
attacked the delicacy with her bare
fingers We were not surprised, hav-
ing observed Clara's tendencies for a
day and a half; we were merely inquir-
ing.
"Metal," explained Clara, Should
never touch the lettuce or the dam
delion, or the escarole or whatever
green thing is to Be served. Ifyou win
permit me will get wooden spoon
and fork for tossing. This preserves
the flavor of the green intact"
Clara brought out her wooden tools
next evening. She put just so much
taragon vinegar-she refused to use
any other kind-just so much salt and
just so much oil Of certain brand into
the mixing and she rubbed the edges Of
the bowl with a piece of garlic. Then
she tossed for FIVE minutes and served.
We all ate with our fingers. We said
we had never enjoyed anything so
much in our lives We got oil al over
our hands and cuffs, but we concealed
this fact from Clara. During the
course an old friend called in and had
a plate Of salad He was given no fork
Clara engaged him in conversation,
the while she conveyed dangling bits
Of oil-skin lettuce to her lips, much
after the manner Of a professional
macaroni eater. The old friend looked
embarrassed and finally ashamed
for us. l have no doubt he thought all
the forks had been used and the maid
had not time to cleanse them. AT all
events, he left his salad untasted.
Clara gave a luncheon few days
ago, at one Of the downtown restaur-
ants. a French place, where the cook
ing is good and the walters are wise.
A feature was the salad. 1t was
brought on, mixed by the attentive
waiter and served to Clara with a grand |
flourish. Clara dipped out a little bit
on the edge Of her plate and put it to
her lips This was on the same prin-
ciple as serving the first few drops Of
wine to the host Of party in order
that any excess corkage or other top
most impurities may not go TO the
guests
Clara. having tasted the salad, gave
a little sigh and set the bowl from her,
at the same time beekoning he waiter
to approach. She said something to
him and he hurried eff. To her guests, !
Clara said: u must ask you to pardon |
a few minutes delay, but really the
salad. as prepared by the waiter was
| shall have TO mix it my
SELF Which She did
The incident was very impressive,
and when Clara happened to mention
It to me, in an off-hand way. my ad- |
for her ability and nicely Of
taste was deep.
She did not. however, convey the idea
that the waiter had been indignant
over the rejection of his preparation,
and this / thought rather strange. as
am in the habit of taking luncheon
at that cafe myself and I know that
particular waiter for a very expert
anced salad mixer When next / ate
there, I asked him about the little af-
fair.
He smiled a fat. Swiss smile. "Well,
then, yes m'sieu," he said. ''mamselle
gave me a dollar before the guests
came to let her do the leetle trick with
fhp salad" d"