Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-08-07
MAKING CHERRY PIES.

Then make it yourself, if you know
more than anyone else about it, said
Mrs. Adams coldly.
Mr.. Adams waggled his head sorrow
fully.
Nobody" he said. slowly, with an ir-
ritated eve upon his boss, can dis
cuss any thing with you, Minnie. The
moment / mention that pie you rush
ahead. as usual. and jump all the hur-
dies before you get to 'em. What | said
was that a cnerry pie would be-
"And because l try to please you
and tell Gussie to fix one you insult
mer' cried his wife,
Both members of the Adams family
frightened their lips and drew in their
breath through distended nostrils, Gus
sic. the cook, cannily observing these
signs. withdrew hurriedly.
Mr.. Adams suddenly relaxed his fea-
lures and smiled YEARLY.
Let the informal pie go" he said
Mrs. Adams sighed.
why should it be let gog" she de-
manded. For goodness sake. what ails
YOU! Upon ms word, | cannot under
stand the processes of your mind, Frank
Only you can hardly know more about
cooking than ! 90, you know. If you
mean that your mother made pies with
raw cherries, ] have only to say that
there are pies cid pies"
MY maternal parent" retorted Mr.
Adams. made 10 pies. The servants
made EN-. You told Gussie TO cook the
cherries. Well, ] may be a fool, but.
by gosh! you don't cook 'em, madame!
They're put in raw--rawp'
Mrs. Adams smiled this time She
made it an induIgent smile that would
pr'Ckle ami burn him.
An right, dearest" she said sooth-
ingly. Certainly they shall be raw"
She uttered the sentence in the tone
she would employ when addressing Il
weeping infant or a fretful idiot.
"Gussie" she called.
The cook appeared and saluted.
MIR. Adams doesn't wish cooked cher
ries in his pie,' she said. He wants
them raw
Gussie bowed, with dignity.
"Yessum," she answered.
Mr.. Adams read his paper. for they
We're at breakfast.
Il see Colin starts again today" he
remarked. Pretty soft for Keene''
She'll have that pie for dinner,
Frank" said Mrs. Adams, apparently
not interested in racing matters.
Mr. Adams reached his home at D.
m. His wife was seated in the drawing
ROOM looking over the magazine.
Here's a man who's written a story
ON what's become of the old-fashioned
shortcake." she said Dear me. what
lunatics men are. This story is abso-
mtely silly"
Probably" said Mr.. Adams, defend
ing his kind, when he inquired about
it his wife bawled him OUT
Il hope she did," was the answer.
Mr. AIannS ad tba l,stoIc,,
presumably to obtain a glass of cold
water. While Turing a bottle of spring
waIer from tn icebox he saw pie 1t
was on top of the icebox. A lattice-work
effect i'll well-browned pastry gave a
glimpse of deep red interior.
They've made it, he exulted.
Watched by the eyes of the ladies of
the household, Mr.. Adams hastily dis
posed of the substantial but important
rori;Cn of his dinner and happily an
Eonnced that he was ready for pie.
lie tried it.
',Well?" queried his wife. Despite her
well put-on air of uneoneern, it was
cnly toe evident that she did care a lit
tie about his opinion.
You want to know my honest feel
ingg' he asked. well, this pies soggy.
And | tell you, Minnie the cherries amt
right They were cooked"
Inc meal was finished in u dreary ST.
lcnce.
In the kitchen only the smash of crock
cry sounded. Gussie was angered Il
thought it was II very nice pie" said Mrs
Adams an hour later,
Mr. Adams yawned.
we better cut out the pies" was all
he replied. That night he claimed that
the pie had made him ill.
The pioneer pie had been concocted of
raw cherries, They made another, filed
with stewed fresh cherries Mr.. Adams
said that probably it was the crust.
by George, l could make a pie my
SelfH' he calculated. You fix the crust
and III tend to Mister Pie. You cock
the fruit too long,
THE crust" shouted his wife and
Gussie. that's the main part
Not in our pies, said he stubborn
~. THE cherries all soak up. Now
honest, haven't you been kidding me?
These pies had cooked cherries in em
sure"
Mrs Adams protested.
It's the oven. them" she decided. 1T
don't go right"
Get q pound of cherries, stone 'em