Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-09

A stroll through Center Market 4
| guaranteed to make the most appetite
| lacking person water at the mouth.
At the same time, realizing that he
| could not eat one one-thouSanoth OF
| what he sees, he will be filled with
regret.
This curious combination Of q desire
| to eat as much as one could hold, and
the realization at the same time that
| the thing is utterly impossible, comes
| to most people who 60 1or walk
| through the market.
Tons and tons of food all Of it look
ing and smelling so good! The poor,
| finite capacity Of any one human being
| is Observation-Disclosures is no other word
| for It.
Confronted BY stands fairly crammed
| with good things sending up their clean.
sharp odors, the spectator regrets
| nightly that he is not cormorant or
some other creature with Gargantuan
| appetite.
lie feels a fellow sympathy with the
giant attempts OF the ancient Romans
to eat until they burst, almost.
In the market stroller begins to
! understand something of the spirit
which induced men of old to sit down
before high-laden tables determined 10
eat all that was put before them.
He recalls all those fine country din
nerS of his younger days, dinners served
I'D by women who cooked for farm
hands and other laborers with the SOIL,
men who had been out In the fresh air
since sunrise.
All, that Is the way to work up an
appetite! The market Saunterer can see
those big tables filled to the edge with
dishes. There were great mounds OF
smoking mashed potatoes, seasoned Win
melted butter, sailed just to taste.
There were sweet potatoes, and string
beans, and ham, and fried chicken, ana
cole slaw and tomatoes, and Dreao ana
butter, chow-chow. jelly, hot bis
cults
Yum! yum! those hot biscuitsl And
gravy-why, the gravy all by Itself was
a square meal-and when one coulo
sop It up with hot biscuits, there was q
feast better than a king could get,
because kings are not supposed 10 oip
their bread in gravy. =
And every one knows that there Is
no other way to eat 1t properly. we
feel sorry for these tOo-nice folks VINO
are perpetually afraid to eat the way
they want to. Etiquette sometimes Is
hard taskmaster.
Everybody knows that the best way
to eat a slab Of pumpkin pie is TO PICK
IL uD DIV the CTllkleO SLUG dAlu aPPAOoSAA
the pointed end to the mouth with as
much speed as possible.
The same procedure goes for gravy.
There Is but one way to eat gravy
satisfactorily, and that Is to grab q
piece of bread, sop it in the gravy and
eat it at once In achieving this salts
faction there Is no particular need to
make o hog of ones SELF, but we sub
NIT that gravy consumed more daintily
is not the gravy We used to know, and
that the farm hands still know and
that the college boys in boarding houses
throughout the country enjoy even unto
this day.
Such thoughts as these come as one
strolls through Center Market. We al
ways have thought that the south side
Of the building, with the country people
on the sidewalk. has managed to gel
more than its fair share Of publicity.
Almost everybody who writes abou,
the market raves about the color, atmoS-
phere, ETC., of the outside stands. The
| inside stands, 1t seems to us, are every
whit as interesting as bright, as color
| full and much more appetiZing.
We submit that what a market Is fol
| is food and that the more food ont
| finds to the square inch the bigger and
better market he has. You can 60 ir
! at any door and that very minute yol
are confronted with food.
The plenitude of food Is what L
| amazing. Surely people eat great
deal. This truth is brought home tt