New Britain herald., 1923-10-29
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ltliianS rough sAMlaAhA aAA eAH surd eGfiamalieRs eemt0Flea As tef the culinary tragedy which Mrs. sehwanx's Nfii,meant interference with mY cooking threatened. Care fuily l eni 0n iiRy pieces af the chickens where the slieing would not hs seen when they were served, passed one io Lillian aRd ate one mfself,
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 | elspped lhe cover Of The roasting pan on hastily and heHl ta my Heffigs orator, drawing out the drip nan and replacing n with smaller basin,
 "Res0ureefui lady !" Lillian eoms menied, as 1 poured out the ice water, snd after warming The pan from the hot water iar. partly filled it with hei water and set the roasting nan in II,
 ''The potatoes are about ready 10 drain for mashlng," l said testing them again. "and m cream the beans on the electric grill, That win leave those two gas holes free. and the ice pan will just fit over them. But that squash IL was baking just right when left il and know that you all like it favored only with bnt- ter. pepper and salt Imagine Hub bard squash served with one Of those awful disguising sauces I"
 Useless Worry of Hostess
 T know. It's a catastrophe eauaied only by tho first battle Of hte Marne." she replied. and some thing in her yoiee-the merest trace of an Elusive. intangible intonation-- suddenly sent the blood 10 my cheeks. With the real grief and tragedies in the world. had no right to fuss or worry over a ruined dish. or even a whole spoiled dinner. Yet think most hostesses have sinned even as l in the face of similar caiamities.
 To conceal my flushed face Izbent over the potatoes again. testing them.
 There these are just right" commented, taking them from the fire.
 Give them to me-" Lillian or dered. That's about the acme of my culinary knowledge, mashing po- tatoes. have a good right arm, but want you to season them."
 was about to make the laughing comment that emphatically wished to season them, but bit it back. I have learned that even as sane and poised a woman as Lillian may make all sorts of sport of her own house. wifely shortcomings, but often de- velops an unexpected sensitive streak If some one else leases her. This is especially true when the teasing has soupcon of truth in it. Not that Lillian would ever by the tiniest flicker of an eyelash betray her irri- tation, but not for anything in the world would l hurt the friend who has been so loyal to me through the years.
 Mir. Schwartz Brings the Squash
 Without any protest, however-we | are too well used to each others ways | for the unmeaning polite protests which women so often exchange in the doing. of any task-I set cream, butter, pepper and salt on the table, and as she mashed them vigorously, I added the seasoning. We barely had when Mir. Schwartz again ap- pcared, this time with the squash, covered with syrupy-looking sauce, which when tasted it, confirmed my | worst fears. It was not only highly favored. but sweetened. With the memory of that subtle intonation of Lillian's, however I made no com r,, a,@ axcant q cro ctrr~ n, ncco oa of | thinks to Mrs. Schwartz, which I tried to make sincere. Lillian waited only until the genial janitor's back was