The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1910-02-03
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1 A SKUNK DINNER
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she began on the weeds in the garden.
Mr.. Higgins, although dubious as to
their food value, did not think 1t bad
scheme for wedding; but Mrs. Higgins
looked on sweetly, on the outside, but
strongly disappearing on the inside
and a firm determination never TO eat
these weeds, boiled, fried or fricassed.
SO, Helen went on in her experiments,
and, at least, none of them were pois-
oned, which went in a negative way to
prove that they were articles of food,
such things as plantaln, sorrel, pig
weed, dock, dandeions, etc. They
could all be eaten as soups or greens"
Helen had reached live-for-ever, the
stuff you blow the leaves up into
balloons If you are an inQuiring young
ster, when the beautiful rows of early
peas that We're growing so finely was
discovered one day to have the appear
ance Of having been cut across the top,
so evenly We're the vines nibbled Off,
leaving a symmetrical looking row,
but promising alas! no early pease, If
this unknown primer kept up his
work
This diversion was a fortunate
thing, although unseen TO the Hig-
ginses the skunk dinner was to come
out of it, Mr.. Higgins had gotten so
sick Of the sight Of anything green on
the table that he had declared himself
quite regardless Of words that night
to his wife after the day on which
Helen had discovered live-for.eyer and
knew that it would be a good substi-
tute for asparagus, Mrs Higgins had
had worried dreams all night Of angry
brothers and sisters, and live-for ever
asparagus salad and weed purees but
walked to find the East Hartford peas
the main worry after all, In a day or
two several more inches had been nib
bled or cut off by some unseen animal.
1T must be a wOodchuck," said Mr..
Higgins.
"Or rabbit" staid Helen.
COR a skunk" said Mrs. Higgins
with a SILVER. Poor soul, II she could
have foreseen.
Anyhow, it calls for trap" said
Mr.. Higgins decidedly, and straight
way brought out from the city a %
cent trap and next day there was a
skunk in the trap! They all went out
to view 1t. Like a coarse black cat
with a white stripe" was the verdict
and the women were going back into
the house when thoughtful look came
over Helen's face. why not cook it,"
she said, Seems as If I ought to be
able to make some palatable dish out
of IT,"
Cook it," gasped Mrs. Higgins.
Cook skunk! Holy smokes!"
calculated Mr.. Higgins, eyeing the
skunk rather furtively, Who'd cook
a skunk?"
why, | shall, of course, Tom. I'll
get you up a game dinner that will
be better than any you ever ate. I've
heard that it's really fine meat and
nicer than chicken!"
Mr., and Mrs, Higgins looked at her
in establishment, But Helen was OBJ
stinate. She wanted 10 try cooking
something she never had cooked. She
knew that it had been served at game
snppers and was considered O fine
dish why, they say no one ever
knows what 1t is until after they are
told!
but the SMELL" breathed forth Mrs.
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from her establishment to talk again.
Mr.. Higgins was silent for his brain
was working hard at a proposition
which he suddenly found himself up
against He would have to skin that
animal for his sister was dead set"
to experiment upon it and experience
had taught him that the shortest and
easiest way for all concerned was to
get their cooking experiment over as
quickly as possible. Therefore, the
skunk must be skinned. He would
skin 1t. And how the deuce was he
going to do 1t.
THE smell, why that" answered
Helen rather loftily, that has moth
ing to do with the meat, that all comes
off, all, with the skin, who know. Let
me see, yes, I'll fricasee 1t, make a
gravy. Now Tom, you must get it
dressed. Do you know how
"Oh, Of course" replied Tom sarcas-
tically. 1--WE skinned skunks all my
life, so this is right in my line of
work"