El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-12-02
Married Life the Third Year
Helen Makes Some Green Tomato
Pickle and Incidentally En-
RACES Warren.
by Mabel Herbert Urner. -

green tomatoes 1Or maggie S Inspection
Don't know. man" doubtfully.
Some pretty big pieces there"
Then you chop it a little more
while wash the peppers"
Maggie took the chOpping bowl
rather sullenly- 1t was plain she did
not approve Of this extra work on her
ironing day
dinner at which Warren had been .
enthusiastic about Mrs. Stevens's pickle.
When Helen had asked for the recipe,
he had scatningly remarked that as
she had never made any pickle, IL
was not likely she could make any so
good as that
But Mrs. Stevens had sent the recipe
the next day, and now Helen with
anxious paintaking care was follow
ing it faithfully She was making this
without Warren's knowledge, wanting
him to think when he tried II that
it was part Of the jar Mrs. Stevens
had given them
If he did not notice the difference.
she would then triumphantly declare
il was her picklei So while she
washed and chopped the tomatoes,
cauliflower and peppers she was hap
PLY planning this denoUement
Ihatu do Maggie, that's fine
enough Now you'd better go to the
drug store for that turmeric- And
once more Helen read over the recipe.
1t was not until after Maggie had
gone that Helen realized the turmeric
was for the dressing and they would
not need it until tomorrow
Helen was now chOpping the onions,
they were red onions and parUcu-
larly strong, and in a few minutes her
eyes were snarting and Watery-
lie me chop that now man" said
Maggie Sympathettcallys when she
came back from the drug store and
found Helen almost weeping over the
onions -Ihem red ones do make your
, eyes smart"
1t was noon before everything was
chopped and put to soak in big
yellow bowl.
''Oh, there's such a lot Of itr' ex-
claimed Helen And isn't it pretty"
as with 2 long spoon she stirred I'D
the red. green and white mixture
How much do you think this'u make,
1T boils down a Iot-that won't
make no more than three quarts"
Helen Is Eager.
Helen covered the bowl and put it
up On the pantry shelf If only IL did
not have TO soak over night She was
so eager TO see how it would turn out
that it was hard to wait until morning.
she went IN to stir 1t up and taste it
tentatively, but Of course il was only
raw and salty. and had no resemblance
to Mrs SteVenSS finished product II
il would only be enough like hers so
that Warren would not know the diff
ference.
The next morning as soon as Maggie
was though with the breakfast dishes
Helen donned her big apron and went
to work.
Maggie, do you think this is too
much to boil all at Once2" as she took
down the large yellow bowl
No ma'am, you can boil that all
right IN the soup kettle"
While she was waiting for IL TO boil,
to make the dressing
Cooking the Pickle.
~NOu'u have to watch that. m am,
OF it'll burn" cautioned Maggie, who
was now polishing the knives, for Helen
had said that she wished TO make the
pickle all BY herself
"Oh, look, it's almost boiling" as
Helen took off the soup kettle lid and
stirred the pickle well from the bot
I'D lower the flame a bit. nam"
It was soon bubbling up, and IL was
all Helen could do to keep it from
anXiously watching the kitchen clock
In the meantime she had put on the
sauce, and that too had TO be stirred
TO keep from burning
When the five minutes were up to
a second, Helen tried TO take the still
boiling kettle from the stove
Now Maggie, you'll have to help
me here You hold the colander while
L pour it in. Oh no, can't DO il that
Way-its too heavy. Wait. I'll have
to dip IL out"
While they were busy with this.
there was a sizzling sound from the
stove. The sauce was boiling overt
Turn OF the gas-quickt"
With the flame shut off. the yellow
bubbling foam sank back, still kissing
a sort OF sullen defiance.
When the pickle was thoroughly
drained they put il back in the big
yellow bowl and poured the steaming
sauce over it
"Oh, now it begins to look right as
Helen stirred il around so the sauce
would mix in thoroughly. Get me q
teaspoon, Maggie Oh tasting il eau
tiOusly, I'm afraid it's too sour, Was
that vinegar extra strOng2'
You can't tell anything about it
while its hot, man III cover IT up
and put il over here by the window"
The Important Point.
Helen waited with anxious impa-
eience for il to cool. 1t looked like
Mrs. Stevens's pickle, but would it
taste like it?
It was after luncheon before il was
thoroughly cool, and Helen had tasted
it so often that il had become taste
less. But Maggie assured her that it
was just as good as Mrs Stevens's-
So for the rest of the afternoon
Helen was happily planning Warren's
surprise and establishment when she
would triumphantly declare that it
was not Mrs. Stevens's pickle, but her
At last came the critical moment.
when at dinner Warren reached for
Helen pretended to be absorbed in
buttering a baked potato, but she was
watching him cOVertly-
W men ne reached Tor the pickle QlSn
the second time. and helped himself
even more literally, Helen could keep
silent no longer
Dear. do you think that pickle
keeps all right2 Does it taste quite
as good as when Mrs Stevens gave 1t
to us2"
keeps? OF course it keeps. That
pickle gets better every day
Then you think its just as good as
when we first got it%'
Better, if anything"
Warren Is Angry.
And now Helen fairly bubbled over
in her gleeful excitement.
This isn't Mrs. Stevens's pickle at
all. I made it, Come out in the
pantry and III show you three big
jarsl But didn't want you to know
IL was afraid you'd say 1t wasn't
so good But now" triumphantly,
you've said it was even better"
For a moment Helen was appalled, at
the black scOwl on Warren's face He
was cutting viciously at a piece OF
roast beef on his plate
Another one Of your blamed tricks,
is it," he snarled. You're always up
to some Internal subterfuge. Any 9TH
er woman would come straight out
with a thing, but yOu-oh, no. you'd
rather do IL in some sly underhand
way. BY George, If You were a man.
I'd hate to do business with you You'd
be a slick proposition. all right Wen,
your blamed piclxlem last a long time
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