The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1914-01-15
A CULINARY TREAT
Served In a Little Cake Shop In
a Little French Town.
THE COST WAS LITTLE ALSO.

way " "Oosos wv SUO afVdtoBS our
prise Of All Came After the Castro
nomio Conquest Was Ended.
They were talking about dainty din
ners when the man who goes abroad
said, THE best meal ever got was
In the back parlor Of a small shop In a
one horse town, and 1t cost me so
cents"
Urged to tell his story, he continued:
cit was in a small provincial French
town-Blos friend of mine called
Bodfsh enticed me there by looking
me up in Paris and throwing a fit
about the delights of the town.
ut has q CASTLE he told me, and
a moat and ramparts and a little cake
shop run by charming old woman
Enough. said l. me for Blois.'
1--WE went there and we castled
and we moated and we rampartea.
and then we blew into the little shop
to cake. The proprietress, a very
pleasant old woman. indeed. intro
duced us to her son. who was mod
estly hiding behind his mustache in a
corner.
I'VE got into conversation with him
that is, Bodfish and I plunged into
French and he. diving in heroically
after US. was pulled under in our
drowning struggles. The upshot of it
all was that we agreed to hire a room
In his mothers house for the night
we meant to stay just one night in
Blois.
"'And-er-dinnerT asked Bodfish.
eff the messieurs will permit | will
do myself the honor of cooking them
q dinner said the cake lady's son.
bowling most courteously
"Thereupon Bodfish and went
blithely to an attic 51S years old at a
conservative estimate, washed the cas-
tie and the moat and the ramparts
from our hands and faces and descend
ed to the dining room, small apart
ment in the rear Of madame's cake
shop.
sour landlady's son was there. ready
for us. So was a soup.
'"That was. by actual count. the
grandest soup ever produced by hui
man being | have travelled all over
the world. tasting the best every coun
try has to offer in the way of soup, but
at the first taste of that Blois sample
all my memories of other soups hud
died together in dark corner of my
mind and froze to death.
81 looked at Bodfsh. He was posi-
lively half witted with delight. He
looked as If he wanted to spend the rest
of his life as high priest in n temple
devoted to the worship-and manufac-
ture-of that soup
"'More. messieursT
Between us we razed that soup to
the ground
'Entree, messieursT
"Don't ask me what that entree was
Bodfish ate 1t with his eyes shut and
his head bowed reverently
"Bodfish and I stayed in Blois for
twenty nine meals Don't ask me how
many days that makes; we knew only
two sorts of times-meals and between
meals. AS for sightseeing. we didn't
see much more than our plates, be
cause after each meal in the back par
lor of that celestial cake shop we were
SO chock full that we hfbernated like
snakes. lay sprawing on couches. un
able to bulge, blinking sleepily grunt-
ing grunts of Elysian contentment
Time and again we would ask that
Frenchman how he had come by his
culinary skill but in vain. He would
merely smile and give us another help
ing You may get some idea Of what
sort Of meals that cuss gave us when
/ tell you that Bodfish summed up his
ability in these words:
"'At times he seems to lose his Gull
nary grip and descends to mere per
lection
after the twenty ninth meal Bod
fish and | remembered that we be
longed somewhere. had number OF
relatives. were engaged In business
had FESTIVE careers to coax along Sc
we called our cook. announced that we
were leaving and wanted to know
how much we owed.
"'Six francs for each day. mes
sieurs. said he One for the room
one for breakfast. one and a half fol
lunch. two and a half for dinner
"Bodfish and | fell heavily agains
each other Then we paid and started
for the door
"'Wait' said our host 4. too. trave
away today.
"'Whither are you bound?' we asked
"'To st. Petersburg he replied. :
came away but to see by old mothe
In the cake shop | had not seen he
for five years must thank you. mes
sieurs. for giving me this chance o
keeping up my art. Had you not dom
SO. I fear that after getting back Il
st. Petersburg. my art would surel!
have suffered
"'Whuh- whuh- what are you In ST
PetersburgT we inquired huskily
"'Chef.' he said. bowling. to his maj
esty the cart New York Times.
Overheard on the Street.