The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-06-03

the shops are not be compared in fla
vor to the ones you fix yourself"
II cannot bear the apologies for salt
ed almonds they sell in the Shops"
returned, a bit acidly. / did not rel
fish the patronizing way in which she
dismissed my labor for the evenings
supper as the ambitions of bride.
For years whenever / have enter
tanned my friends / have prepared
them myself. 1t really is very little
trouble, and I-cannot imagine changing
my habit of years, no matter how long
I am married"
I took my largest frying pan as 1
spoke, poured boiling water over it,
my invariable practice when using a
cooking utensils, and wiped it care
fully. Then I lighted one OF the jets
on my gas tove. put the pan over it,
and when it was hot put large piece
of butter into the pan.
Katie" I directed, as I stirred the
butter carefully so that it should melt
evenly, brown just enough and not
burn, .put those almonds in the bowl
and bring them here, then spread
some sheets of waxed paper over some
dry towels on the table, where the
nuts have been drying"
Here, Katie" interrupted Mrs. I'm
derwood, gathering up the nuts into
the bowl as she spoke, hand me the
waxed paper, and fowls. I'll attend to
the table. You hold the bowl for Mrs.
Graham. She needs you there. Brown
ing almonds means your attention
every minute"
knew she was right, so I made no
protest, and for a half hour or more we
worked in silence. l put as many nut
meats as would brown well into the
pan at a time, stirred them constant
ly in the browning butter. keeping the
gas at just the right height, so that
the meats should neither brown too
much nor taste of scorched butter.
When they were just the desired shade
of brown took them out with long
handled skinner, shaking them care
fully, then turned them over to Mrs.
Underwood who spread them on the
waxed paper and sprinkled salt over
them.
Before we had finished Dicky and
Mr.. Underwood appeared at the
kitchen door, bearing between them as
if it were a heavy barrel the tiny Jar
of onions.
"Heave no, my hearties," sang out
Dicky. Here's your cargo"
They set it down with great care
upon the end of the sink. then they
spied the almonds and simultaneously
made a dash for them. Mrs. Under |
wod was a match for them, how
ever She got between them and the
dainties and spread her apron in imi- |
tation of a farmers wife driving |
chickens
SHOOT she claimed, cor you know |
mel" What I'll do to you both will be
a plenty!"
WED better shoe. Harry" quavered
Dicky in mock alarm, and the two fled
back to the living room.
We finished the nuts, then went back I
to the dining room and the sandwiches.
Lillian cut the bread and / prepared
the Filings. Then we both spread the
slices with a very thin coating of but
ter and a more liberal one of Filings
I had made.
Lillian went at the sandwich bread
like a practised hand. She first re-
moved with a sharp knife, the entire |
crust of the loaf, then cut it in thin |
slices and finally. with my biscuit cut
tiers, cut these into stars and circles.
She made also some triangles with a |
skill which 1 could not have equalled.
/ was proud of my filings when l
had them completed. One was made |
of caviare dotted with the tiny onions, !
so small they looked almost like grains ,
of rice. For another 1 chopped an
chovies and stuffed olives, together un-
til they were paste, while for third
I rubbed the yolks of some hard-boiled .
eggs I had directed Katie to prepare
after breakfast, with an equal amount 4
of sardines. I moistened all Of them
with lemon juice. To me
there is nothing so delicate, so appe-
tizing, as mixture of lemon juice with |
almost all sandwich Filings.