The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-09-07
sNsACoLA JOURNAL SATURDAY MORNING SEPTEMBER 1918

the yellow powder floating around on
top Of the vinegar.
Don't think you can mix that in,
ma'am, you better skim 1t off and mix
your mustard right"
Helen carefully SKINNED off the
yellow particles, then measured The
mustard, turmeric and flour in small
bowl, and with half pint of water
made it into a paste.
Cooking the Pickle.
you'll have to watch that, ma'am.
was polishing the knives, for Helen
| had said that she wished to make the
pickle all by herself.
| "Oh. look, it's almost boiling" az
Helen took off the soup kettle lid and
stirred the pickle well from the bot
tom.
I'D lower the flame a bit. ma'am"
1t was soon bubbling UP, and it was
all Helen could do to keep it from
boiling over. Boil for five minutes"
the recipe said and Helen was an4tot1s-
ly watching the kitchen clock. In tho
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 q
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
pour it in. Oh. no, can't do it that
way-it's too heavy. Wait, I'll have
to dip it out"
While they were busy with this,
there was sizzling sound from the
stove. The sauce was boiling over.
Turn off the gas-quick."
with the flame shut off, the yellow
bubbling foam sank back, still kissing
with a sort of sullen defiance.
When the pickle was thoroughly
drained they put 1t back in the big
yellow bowl and poured the steaming
sauce over it.
ooh. now it begins to look right" as
Helen stirred it around so the sauce
would mix in thoroughly. Get a tea
spoon, Maggie. Oh tasting it eau
tiously, I'm afraid It's too sour. Was
that vinegar extra strong?''
You can't tell anything about it
while it's hot, ma'am. I'll cover it UP
and put it over here by the window
The Important Point.
Helen waited with anxious impati-
ence for it to cool. 1t looked like Mrs.
Stevens pickle, but would it taste
like it?
It was after luncheon before it was
thoroughly cool, and Helen had tasted
it SO often that it had become taste
less. But Maggie assured her that it
was just as good as Mrs. Stevens.
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 pickle, but her own.
At last came the critical moment.
when at dinner Warren reached for
the pickle dish.
Helen pretended to be absorbed In
buttering a baked potato, but she was
watching him covertly. Would he
make any comment? Would he notice
the difference? Evidently not for he
kept on talking of the firm that hal
moved into the office adjoining his.
But when he reached for the pickle
dish for the second time, and helped
himself even more literally, Helen
could keep silent no longer.
Dear, do you think that pickle keeps
all right? Does it taste quite as good
as when Mrs. Stevens gave it to US 2"
Keeps? OF course it keeps. That
pickle gets better every day
Then you think it's just as good as
when we first got it
Better. if anything
Warren Is Angry.
And now Helen fairly dubbed over
in her gieeful excitement.
This isn't Mrs. Stevens pickle at
all. madc it. Come out IN the pan
try and I'll show you three big Jars.
But I didn't want you to know was
afraid you'd say it 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.