The Washington times., 1911-06-17
WHY AUNT DELLA CANE TO
WASHINGTON.

Aunt Della, PRESIDENT 1a1ts aunt
Della, is in our midst.
Coming to assist in the celebration
of the Presidential silver wedding, she
comes also to make the feast worth
while. In her reticule let us hope lies
wrapped in soft tissue a quarter-pound
can of powdered cinnamon and a de-
pendable bottle of lemon extract.
And what are these things for? For
the pie, of course. What thought you
for? Only the making of the apple pie
for the wedding feast would have
wooed Aunt Della from the quiet cool
ness of Millbury through the purgatory
of a midsummer sleeping car to the
hustle and worry of a White House
function. The message no doubt read
something like this:
Dear Aunt Della:
The event will not be complete
without you. The dinner will be unf1n-
tshed and the dessert without SAVIOR. the
guests disappointed and myself cha
grined, unless appearing at the last
shall be one of your apple pies. Come
Come II you can. But come anyway.
YOUR LOVING NEPHEW.
And she is here. Next Monday after
noon the kitchen of the White House
will be cleared of chefs and suffers,
and when they have all retired and
the culinary coast is clear Aunt Della
in Bingham apron will assume COM
mand. Command not of servants and
maids, but command of ingredients, OF
materials, of -four and shortening, of
apples and butter, of oven temperature
and all the other inanimate necessities
of success. Rolling up her sleeves, she
will mix the lard and -four with Just
the proper modicum of water. She will
roll the dough to just the proper thin
ness and dress the weIl-greased plate
with it's first layer of incipient joy.
Then the apples pared with eco
nomical thinness of peeling will be
sliced upon the waiting paste. There
will be no stewing of the fruit, such as
DR.. Wiley lost his reputation in ad-
vising, but crisp and white each sepa-
rate slice will lie alone. Then for the
sugar scattered with a generous hand,
the merest drop of lemon extract, a
sprinkling of cinnamon, bit of butter
here and there, and the filling is COM
plete. Aunt Della as she turns once
more to the rolling pin and dough will
take one slice of the deified apple and
taste it, to see if it suits. Perhaps just
little more, just a suspicion more, Of
the cinnamon and it is perfect.
Then the upper crust. No lattice
work, no fancy business. This is to be
'kivered" pie, the only real way to
finish an apple pie. She rolls the dough,
buffers it lightly, then folds it over
carefully, and with the knife cuts four
slanting gashes along the doubled edge,
lifts it still doubled to the waiting
plate, and unfolds it so that all the
apple is encompassed by the covering,
Carefully as one would tuck an only
child into its crib she folds the upper
crust under the edge of the lower. Then
over the whole she flicks from her
fingers a few vagrant drops of water
and from the dredge Sits the daintiest
imaginable covering of -four, and the
composition is ready for the oven.
1t will be late Monday afternoon by
now, for the pie must not become cold
before it is eaten. Guests perhaps are
arriving, they are asking for Aunt De-
liza, but not until the pie is done will
she leave the kitchen.
At last the trained eye knows that
a minute more will spoil it, minute
less would have left it incomplete; and
the pie is taken from the oven, and
left to partly cool. Unless something
happens to put awry Aunt Delia's
schedule, that pie will come to the tablt
just as it's temperature reaches the
point where its warmth will serve only
to make more delicious the cool liba
ton of Jersey cream which Pauline will
furnish to pour over it. If there il
cheese in the White House, now is the
time to bring it. Now is the feast
complete, now might Lucullus turn
green with envy, and Midas spend hi
gold in vain. No Grecian coin coulc
purchase such a morsel. Aunt Delia'l
triumph is complete.