The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-07-25

Warren and Mr.. Stevens Cook supper
| on the Maids Sunday Might Oft
Warren. his hands in his pocket:
stood scowling out the window at the
1 snow-swirled, wind-driven street.
/, ITS too blamed cold to get out"
How about pickup supper here? p
asked Mr.. Stevens. Guess there's
something in the icebox."
Henry, there's not a thing!" protest.
ed Mrs. Stevens.
Then weIl send out for some stuff
! What do you say Mrs. Curtiss? Rather
have something here or go out? The
car is ordered.
Helen hesitated. She was not sure
that Mrs. Stevens would want them
fussing around the kitchen when the
, maid was off.
But it's Sunday. You cant get any
Plenty of delicatessen shops
around"
See here. why not make that hot
stuff" suggested Warren. did Will
son give you the recipe the night he
t, had his stag supper"
That's so, he did" Mr.. Stevens
looked through some papers in his wal
let. I've got it right here"
But Henry, that takes boiled ham
and cheese" as he read the recipe.
"Oh. 1 say, Stevens" interrupted
Warren, lets you and make this.
Keep out the women folks until we're
through
Now you're not going to muss up
Lissies kitchen, she'll be-"
But Mr. Stevens had already started
kitchenward- Fine idea. Come on
Curtis. let's find out what we'll need"
"Lissiell be furious, and they'll not
make anything fit to eat. Now what
have they done?" Mrs. Stevens started
up as clash of pans and shouts of
laughter came from the kitchen.
But they were not allowed to enter.
Mr.. Stevens barricaded the door.
No admission till we get the job un-
der way. But hold on. Emily, just
tell us where you keep the eggs
why, in the icebok OF course"
Nope. None there. Curtis put
three eggs on that list
"Of course we've eggs. Plenty of
eggs insisted Mrs. Stevens. They've
split or broken something in there
that's why they won't let us in. But
we might as well let them alone. Oh
I'll show you that new corset I was
talking about"
There is nothing more fascinating to
women than the discussion of the lines
of a new corset. and it was fully a
half hour before they thought Of re-
turning to the kitchen.
This time they were allowed to enter
for both Warren and Mr.. Stevens were
busy trying to fasten the meat chopper
to the table.
They were both in their shirt sleeves
Warren, with a long roller towel pinned
up on his shoulders and hanging al
most to his feet, while Mr. Stevens
had a white cloth pinned around his
generous waist line-
why, Henry" indignantly, that's
the bread CLOTH" But Mr.. Stevens
was absorbed in the inspection of the
three blades that went with the meat
chopper.
ssIrro f;co.< c,,<+arv rood Warrov,
from the recipe. How in thunder can
you tell which is the finest! Here, this
must be it,
Then they opened the packages the
hall boy had just brought. There was
boiled ham, cheese, eggs and a box
of crackers.
with gleefu1 chuckle. Warren cut
up the cheese and began grinding 1T
through the chopper in eloquent imi-
tation of the hand organ man.
Stevens. THAT stuffs got to be
be weighed. You can't guess at this
thing-we want to have it right"
But Henry. we haven't any scales.
Lissie broke ours a month ago.
How about the postage scales?"
on your desk? They'll weigh a quar-
ter of pound"
Mrs. stevens brought the postage
scales and while they weighed the ham
and cheess ; Helen a read the as.,. recipe.
IA lb. cheese.
Ia lb. boiled ham.
eggs.
IA box (six ordinary square soda
crackers.)
- pint milk.
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce.
1-2 teaspoon baking powder.
Use finest cutter of any meat chop |
per.
Run cheese through first, then the |
ham and then the crackers. Empty |
all in a mixing bowl, add. Worcester
shire Sauce, red pepper and salt. Salt |
freely. Then add milk and mix thor /
oughly. Should be the consistency of
a thick batter-if not add more milk. !
MA