1% y^i jt^ M Class JTIXtJX Copightlj?. ^ ^■W) m div COBfRIGHT DEPOSHi m ^i m ml ¥C yWi JiSkx ^'^■"■■^^^. 9^^^ v'^ m vrntF m ^t. R mi RHYMED RECEIPTS FOR ANY OCCASION xh ^ Rhymed ^^ Receipts for Hny Occasion Bjo Imogen Clarlt Change is the sauce that sharpens appetite, — Dekker and Ford. H-M- Caldwell Co- rv Boston, 4'^'?. New York. ^^ w ^ +v Copyright, igi2. By H. M. Caldwell Co. All rights reserved THE COLONIAL PRESS ^ C. H. SIMONDS & CO., BOSTON, U. S. A. ^<^ ^. A ECI.A311IG12 w ^ ACKNOWLEDGMENT Thanks are due to the editors of the Woman's Home Companion, Good Housekeeping Maga- zine, the Housewife, Table Talk, and the Bos- ton Cooking School Magazine for their kind permission to reprint some of these Rhymed Receipts originally appearing in their columns. ^ m===m w Now good digestion wait on appetite And health on both. — Macbeth. L 5^ >^ mi ^ ^ SALADS Well read, deeply learned and thoroughly grounded in the hidden knowledge of all salads. — Beaumont and Fletcher. Variety's the very spice of life That gives it all its flavor. — Corvper. ^ ■ f^ 3/ Mf^^mt^ Mtttiptu NJP CUCUMBER BOATS The hand that hath made you fair, hath made you good. — Measure for Measure. Take small cucumbers for your fleet. And treat each one the self-same way. Cut lengthwise slice from lower side. Forming a keel that straight will stay. Then hollow out the upper side To make a little oval boat, And set each on a sep'rate plate, As if it ready were to float. Fill in as cargo shredded pine (Fragrant, and sweet beyond all praise) , Diced cucumbers, and walnut meats. All closely bound with mayonnaise. Now launch your fleet, and rest assured The venture will successful be. How good it were could such a fate L Bless all the ships you send to sea! JAPANESE SALAD The image of it gives me content already. — Measure for Measure. In Chrysanthemum Land, far over the sea, They gave me this salad for Sunday night tea, And, I'm sure you'll believe, I ate it with glee. Shredded apples, and truffles, and celery white. Well seasoned and mixed, as I saw with delight. With Chrysanthemum flowers all glow- ing and bright; These covered with mayonnaise, golden of hue. With hard-boiled eggs garnished, and green olives too. Were served in a bowl of rich Japanese blue. Uf^smttf Mtttiptu ^ BANANA SALAD HoTV many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection. — Merchant of Venice. Select bananas, gold of hue. And uniform in size, With care remove the fruit, and slice Quite thin — I would advise. Mix these slim rounds with pecan meats Broken in tiny bits, And grape fruit shredded finely, too. And robbed of all its pits. This medley next is drenched with oil. And lemon juice combined, The hollow skins are then filled up, Or — shall we say — relined ? Now place upon crisp lettuce leaves, Or curly water-cress, The golden shapes, and walnuts add Shorn of their outer dress. ^ m [jig /- ===¥1-13 STUFFED PRUNE SALAD Just, as in nature, thy proportions be. As full of concord their variety. — A. Cowley. Wash a pound of large prunes — the larger, the better — And soak for three hours (do this to the letter!). Then cook them, I pray, until they are tender, And after they cool, to give them new splendor. Their pits cast aside — their stony inter- nals — And stuff them quite full with rich wal- nut kernels. On separate plates leaves of lettuce ar- ray, And three prunes — or four — in each nest stow away; Then cast over all that goldenest bless- ing. Which we mortals name a mayonnaise dressing. 2x Htlffttietr Mtttiptu \p MUSK MELONS AND GRAPE- FRUIT No other terms than unconditional and immedi- ate surrender. I propose to move immediately upon your works. — U. S. Grant. Select small melons — firm, and chilled — And cut each one in two. Next scoop the centre out and leave A gen'rous space in view. With grape-fruit bits, and melon dice Proceed these nests to fill. Then with French dressing marinate, And win your guests' good will. Instead of grape-fruit — oranges May be preferred by some, And if they're used with chopped nut meats All cavilling is dumb. ^ ' m M^StntXf Mecefiitis =^ PEACH SALAD A modern ecstasy. — Macbeth. Choose fine large peaches, peel and halve, And cast the stones aside, Then, till they're very firm and cold, On ice let them abide. Put lettuce leaves on separate plates. And in each nest the fruit — Filled with whipped cream and mayon- naise — The hardest taste they'll suit. =======VC!g] WATERMELON SALAD I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in it. — Twelfth Night. Before the coming of Jack Frost, While summer lingers with her spell, Let this most simple salad course Charm eye, and palate, too, as well. Out of a watermelon ripe Cut rounds from the delicious red, Using the scoop with which the cook Oft makes potato balls instead. Drain these and chill, then place each one Amid crisp leaves of lettuce green, Like hearts of rose, while over all French dressing glistens with its sheen. ^ ' ^ w Htl^m^tr Mtttiptu FLOWER OF A LILY (pimento and cheese salad) Practice is everything. — Periander. Drain a small can of Pimentoes, Then each one lay out flat, and trim The edges evenly and neat. And shape into a cone form slim. Next mash a cheese — one made of cream — With enough oil, or cream, that you May roll it with your hand in pipes Like macaroni thick and new. Each cone of red Pimento lay On little leaves of lettuce white. And when the cheese is pressed inside French dressing add, just seasoned right. If these precepts you take to heart, And strive to follow well and true, Each guest will murmur with delight When the lily flower meets his view. BANANA AND NUT SALAD These reasons made his mouth to water, — Butler. Here's a dainty salad. Worthy of a ballad, Or — you will admit — of any kind of song. Take some red bananas (Product of Havana's!), Strip of peel, and cut in cubes just three inches long. Next these pieces (which you Roll in crumbs of rich hue, Made of peanuts powdered fine as ocean's sand,) Lay on lettuce duly. And to crown all truly O'er the whole French dressing you pour with spendthrift hand. ^ DESSERTS The daintiest last to make the end most sweet. — Richard II. Any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. — // Henry IV. MT. ETNA IN ICES Comfort me with cold. — King John. In crystal glasses for your guests First, as foundation stand Ice-cream that's from Pistachio made. Green as the summer land. Next strawberries — fresh, luscious, red — Arrange in layer neat, Flavored with Maraschino wine. Like breath of flowers sweet. And now vanilla ice-cream take And build a little cone, A tiny mountain from whose top — As if with lava strewn — Some almonds place; the mimic stream Will cause no least alarm. Indeed, Mt. Etna viewed like this Possesses only charm. 57 mVftntXi Mneintfii Vp FRUITED WHIPPED CREAM Infinite riches in a little room. — Marlowe. Whip until stiff a pint of cream (The cream must suffer, and not you!) , Sweeten it now with lavish hand, And add this mixture thereunto. One cup of strawberries left whole, And one of shredded, juicy pine, With orange and banana mixed, Cut into dice all rather fine. Serve very cold. And, one thing more. Be sure the cream is extra sweet. The fruit is acid, and you know " The little less " oft mars the treat. PEAR COMPOTE That I should live so long And ignorant of such wealth as this. — Randolph. Peel some small pears, and leave them whole, Nor cut their stems away, In water stand, where lemon juice Will keep them white, they say. Next boil a cup of sugar sweet — The granulated's best — With tablespoon of water, till It threads. That is the test! Dry well, and form in pyramid The pears, on which you pour The half-cold sirup, so each one With glaze is coated o'er. Put this to cool. Then, with whipped cream Heaped all around the base, wa M^StntXf Mtttipt$^ Serve cold as ice from Polar seas, Or any frigid place. Good as this sounds, if o'er the fruit, Before the sirup's " set," Almonds are cast, or other nuts. You'll find it better yet. AFTERTHOUGHT Thrice better, though, if peaches small Are used the self -same way. Well sprinkled with pistachio nuts — None can this fact gainsay. L " MOONSHINE " Though this be madness, yet there's method in it. — Hamlet. " Find out moonshine " was the word That " a wood near Athens " heard; And to Bottom, when he cried. An almanac there was suppHed. But no almanac to-day Of my " Moonshine " aught can say. Rather seek of me to know In the lines subjoined below: Yolks of eggs, that number three, Must be beaten steadily Till they spread a glist'ning froth, Stiff as snow from out the north. Now for sugar — piled up high Thrice in teaspoon it must lie — This is added to the bowl, And with force you beat the whole. Next three peaches, ripe and sweet. In small pieces join the treat, egg /- =\ri-ig 5J/ aitismelr Hetttuts ^ Then a pint of thick, rich cream, Then vanilla — a small stream — And, for a completer spell, Brandy goes the list to swell. Just a trifle, if you please, What two teaspoons hold with ease. Now the whole must frozen be. Ere it's really done, you see, Just as if it were ice-cream (Though it tastes more like a dream!) Serve in glasses very thin — How it glimmers there within. Golden as the Harvest Moon Caught somehow by mortal spoon. *fev 20 ^fS> i^tismtli Mtttiptn >5P MELON RINGS AND ICE- CREAM They're welcome all, let 'em have kind admittance. — Timon of Athens. Select small, spicy Cantaloupes — You know the kind I mean — Slice cross-wise into rings, then scrape The seeds away quite clean. The fruit is chilled, and, when it's served. Each circle on its plate Has for a heart rich, white Ice-cream — Is that a cruel fate? s if FRENCH PINEAPPLE BISQUE A hit, a very palpable hit! — Hamlet. Beat with one cup of sugar white (The powdered is the best, I deem), Yolks of four eggs, then stir till light, And add thereto a pint of cream. Next turn into the foamy mass A can of golden, shredded pine, Mixed well with brandy (one small glass). And macaroons crushed very fine. Let freeze ; and when the time draws nigh To serve this dainty at your feast. See it approach with kindling eye — Perfection — at the very least! f Mfistnttt iXtttiptu DATE JELLY Feelf masters, how I shake. — II Henry IV. To make this jelly stew some dates, I pray. Until the stones slip easily away. Then take a mold — a circle one is best — And in it place, like lining in a nest, The rich, dark fruit cut into little strips; Next add a layer made of almond chips ; Then one of dates, then nuts, then dates once more. And over all clear lemon jelly pour. Set on the ice until it's time to serve Heaped with whipped cream in many a graceful curve. ^ Ik «1¥k 23 ORANGE COMPOTE He hath been used Ever to conquer. — Coriolanus. Take oranges of medium size. The peel remove, I pray, From each a round cut from one end, And scoop the seeds away. Fill up the httle cups thus formed With strawberry preserve, The flavor mixed with orange juice Is more than most deserve. Then top each orange with whipped cream, A cap all soft and white, Made up of puffs, while for rosettes Whole strawberries gleam bright. On separate plates the fruit then serve With lady fingers slim, And I've no doubt a king would say The dish was fit for him,! II WATERMELON BALLS Give us a taste of your quality. — Hamlet. Cut a fine melon into halves. And from the lovely pink Make balls with a potato-scoop — They're prettier than you think. Next chill and sweeten, then pile up In glasses sparkling bright. The rosy shapes with sherry drenched To make the flavor right. ^v 25 /^K TURKISH PARFAIT Give us the luxuries of life and we will dispense with its necessaries. — J. L. Motley. " Coffee, which makes the politician' wise," From Turkey comes in this dehcious guise: Within a basin put a quarter-pound Of freshly roasted berries, still unground, A bit of sweet vanilla pod, then pour On these a pint of hot cream (and no more). Set all to steep for thirty minutes quite. What time — with quarter-pound of sugar white. You cream the yolks of half a dozen eggs. And put the same — the chef from Tur- key begs — With the infusion. Next the basin stand In boiling water, and with vig'rous hand The fragrant mixture stir repeatedly Until it's thick as honey from the bee. Remove and strain. Add half a pint of cream. And beat o'er ice till cold. Then serve and dream! VIENNA FILLED APPLES A dish fit for the gods. — Julius Caesar. Take apples and remove the cores, Scrape well the pulp away, And in each hollow cup thus formed This medley duly lay: Sugar, and grated lemon peel, And raisins chopped to shreds. With apple snips, and bits of nuts. And cinnamon in threads. Now set the apples in a pan, And pour upon the fruit A cup of wine — with water mixed — And sweet, the taste to suit. When you have stewed the apples till They've very tender grown, Serve cold, each on a sep'rate plate. With the rich sauce o'erstrewn. [^^ FRENCH ORANGE COMPOTE Muse, sing the man that did to Paris go. — TV. King. Sugar and water you combine To make a sirup sweet, Adding a little lemon juice, The flavor to complete. Peel oranges, the seeds discard. Cut into quarters true, Lay in the boiling sirup next. And cook ten minutes through. Place on a crystal dish the fruit. O'er which the siinip pour. And strew with candied cherries red, To give the one touch more. ^ CHRISTMAS CHARLOTTE RUSSE We'll keep our Christmas merry still. — Walter Scott. Whip up a pint of well chilled cream Till it's a fairy fluff, Then powdered sugar fold within, Your taste is guide enough. Add tablespoon of gelatine Dissolved in water cold (The cup should be but quarter full. And drop by drop it's told). Next candied cherries, chopped in bits. Ruddy and gleaming bright. From a big cup are turned upon The mass of snowj^ white. Serve this within a sponge-cake shell, The dish all wreathed about With holly leaves, between whose green Red berries twinkle out. r^^ 30 H ^ / a-ih w ^ CAKES Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more Cakes and Ale? — Twelfth Night. Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, — Milton. -■^ '' ^ ^ "LADY BALTIMORE" CAKE I awoke one morning and found myself famous. — Byron. In a southern city shady there's a cake named for a Lady, One who doubtless was the darling of the house of Baltimore, Naught know we of this fair sister, yet a writer — Owen Wister — Called his novel by the cake's name — into thousands it did soar! But it surely was the Cake's fame that did make the story soar — Merely this, and nothing more. For that peerless, toothsome matter, this is how they make the batter: Just one cup of golden butter, two of sugar, I implore! Cup of milk, and three of flour — half another of that dower — Two teaspoons of baking-powder, whites of six eggs well whipped o'er. And one spoon in which rose-water has been duly filtered o'er. JNIerely these, and nothing more. Now there still remains the " filling," which the layers keep from spilling (And it's thickly used as frosting on the top and sides galore) : Three cups sugar, one of water, boiled until it threads (or "oughter"). Beaten with the whites of three eggs, in which cup of raisins pour — Also cup of chopped pecan meats, and five figs sliced thin, you pour. Only these, ar^^^ nothing more. " ROCKS " Like, but oh! how different. — Wordsworth. Most people think that rocks are stones And never meant to eat, But if you'll make the ones I mean, You'll find them quite a treat. One cup of powdered sugar take, Two-thirds of butter add, And cream together soft and smooth — The work will make you glad. Two eggs, well beaten, go in next, Then 'tis the flour's turn. One cup, and half a cupful more — But any extra spurn. A teaspoonful of cinnamon. And one of powdered clove, A pound of walnuts chopped with pound Of raisins that we love. These add with soda — well dissolved (A teaspoonful — that's all!) 4/ Mt^stntXt Mtttii^i^ V^ In water hot, to keep the " rocks " From an untimely fall. On buttered tins the mixture drop From spoon — 'twill oddly form — Bake in an oven not too cold, Nor yet again too warm. Taste one when done, and you will own. Before you are much older. The only fault with such a rock Is that it's not a boulder. r^i 36 ^ 2/ utiffm^ti Mtttiptu \rL ICE-CREAM CAKE Best of all Among the rarest of good ones. — Cymheline. Make a good sponge-cake (any book Will tell you how to do the trick), Use layer-pans in which to cook The batter, spread a half inch thick. When they are baked, set by till cold, Nor let impatience mar their gold. Then, calling all your native skill. Whip hard a pint of rich, sweet cream (Suppose it treated you so ill, AVhat would you think?) . Well, to my theme. Atone with sugar sifted through. And add vanilla extract, too. Next in the mass so fluffy fair (As 'twere a cloud from Heaven dropped!), ^ Fold in with the extremest care One pound of almonds, blanched and chopped. This 'twixt the layers thickly pour — Who eats one slice will ask for more. Ah! willingly I would forsake Doughnuts, and other simple things, For this — the queen of ev'ry cake — How glad I am it has no wings! And yet it goes so quickly too, I'm sure it has them. What say you? NUT WAFERS well done I I commend your pains. — Macbeth. Here are cakes for dainty eating: Peanut butter, just a cup, In the bowl some soda meeting (Half a teaspoon, you take up). Add one cup of clear, warm water. Stir till paste is smooth as silk. Leaving not a trace, my daughter, Of the soda white as milk. Then, still beating like a Vandal, Mix in flour just enough To form dough that you can handle — It must be a plastic stuff. Knead this well with your ten fingers, Then cut wafers very thin, And where moderate heat lingers Is the place to bake them in. Let the oven do its duty. You'll discover by and by That each wafer is a beauty When it comes out crisp and dry. SPICED COFFEE CAKE Few things are impossible to diligence and skill. — Samuel Johnson. Sometimes it chances John will sigh For dainties tasted long ago, And should you wish to still that cry. And have him laud you to the sky. The means are duly set below. The usual cup of butter take, And just the same of sugar, too, Alack! how true with us who bake. No matter how our brains we rake, Repeat we must, repeat we do. Molasses next — rich, nutty, brown — One cup of this, and one as well Of strong, cold coffee — best in town — One egg, four cups of flour down. Into the mixture go to dwell. Add cup of raisins — stoned, you know — And baking-powder, teaspoons three. While cinnamon will one o'erflow. And cloves will e'en be measured so, Thus ends the ancient recipe. AFTERTHOUGHT Now if you ask how long it should Within the oven's arms abide? I cannot answer if I would, I only know that it makes " good," When the broom proves it's satisfied. " BETHLEHEMS " They are ever forrvard In celebration of this day. — Henry VIII. Of all the cakes that come for Christmas Day The little Bethlehems must lead the way, So simple, too, to make, as you will see If you will read this rhyme attentively. First butter take, about a fourth of cup, Then sugar — brim but once same meas- ure up. Cream these together till they're smooth as silk, And add straightway half-cup of sweet- est milk. Next sift one cup — and half one more — of flour Into the bowl — a sudden fairy shower! — With two teaspoons of baking-powder white. Now beat — and beat again — till all is light; =^ " ^ Then in the mixture fold with careful hand Whites of two eggs, whipped so they stiffly stand, And, last of all, a dash of flav'ring sweet. Rose, or vanilla, and the whole's com- plete. Put in star pans, but give each room to grow, And bake in oven, neither quick, nor slow ; Then, when the little shapes have grown quite cold, Wrap them in softest frosting smoothly rolled ; Let some the red of holly berries wear, While others don a sno^v\^ mantle fair, But white, or red, this do they clearly say: " We wish you all a Merry Christmas Day!" F^ " -^ w CANDIES I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head. — Lyly. All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest. — Moore. ^ " '^ " DIVINITY " Thank me for this, more than for all the favors. Which all too much I have hestorved on thee. — Two Gentlemen of Verona. Throughout the land in ev'ry school and college Where girls do gather, there you'll find this knowledge, Lectures and lessons may all forgotten be. But never how to make " Divinity." And so it chanced that, once upon a time, A maid, skilled in the art, gave me this rhyme : Two cups of granulated sugar, And one of maple sirup sweet. With a tablespoon of vinegar. And cup of water — I entreat — Boil these until a little hardens In water in a handy bowl. Then add a spoonful of vanilla, _ And from the fire take the whole. 57 ix^^mtrn Mtttiptn \r^ What time this mixture has been cooking. Another pan near by must hold One cupful of same kind of sugar, And half a cup of water cold. These two together must boil until Your spoon a silver thread can spin, Then drop the mass on the stiff-whipped whites Of two fresh eggs, and beat it in. Next stir with this the first concoction (Which should by now be slightly cool). And beat till all begins to stiffen. Then add nut meats — two cups, the rule. Drop on waxed paper, if such your wish is. Or pour the whole into a pan. Tracing with deft, unerring knife-point Shapes that no mortal maid will ban. ^ - ^ COFFEE FUDGE Right noble is thy merit. — Richard II. Of granulated sugar take Two cups, full to the top, And one of coffee, rich and strong, Now mingle ev'ry drop. Next add some butter — golden — sweet — A teaspoonful (not two!) ^ Or, if rich cream you'd rather have, One tablespoon will do. Boil all together on the stove Until — mark this, I pray — A little beaten with a spoon Will stiffen right away. Then quickly take the saucepan off. But dream not labor's done. Call in the strength of your right arm And beat the mass like fun; Nor stop a moment till it grows Quite stiff, and then with speed ^- Stir in a cup of pecan nuts, Chopped fine to meet your need. Pour out into a buttered tin (The stuff will scarcely budge), Mark off each toothsome square with skill, And you have — Coffee Fudge ! ^ " (4 SEA FOAM CANDY Fruit of the wave! Oh! dainty and delicious. — W. A. Croffut. Two cups full of sugar — light brown of hue — A tea-cup of water, added thereto. Must boil until done. And this is the test: Dropped in cold water a bit may be pressed Into soft shapes that will easily budge (Less brittle than Taffy — harder than Fudge) . Have ready — stiff whipped — the white of one egg. And pour in the sirup — slowly, I beg — All the time stirring with increasing haste. And adding vanilla extract to taste; Then beat a while longer till, very light, The mixture proclaims your efforts just L right. I Drop from your spoon's tip with infinite care, On paraffine paper the candy so fair. And each httle snowy, ghstening heap Will look like the Foam that crowns the great deep. The Sea's children, though, would envy our treat. Far better, I'm sure, they'd find it to eat. ^^ - ■ ^ PEPPERMINT DROPS Our intent mas at this time to move inward de- light. — Beaumont and Fletcher. Two cups of sugar — pulverized — And half a cup of water cool Within a pan, quite medium-sized, Are set to boil. This is the rule: That they be boiled five minutes long (Your spirits you can cheer with song!). Flavor with oil of peppermint (You'll have to judge by your own taste). For this there are no rules in print, I only caution: " Do not waste The essence." Since the little less Oft pleases more than the excess. Now stir the mixture till quite thick. And here again you use your wit, Then drop on paper — waxed, and slick — The fairy shapes as you see fit. If served when dinner's run its course, We all can dine without Remorse. ^^ 53 /JS 5/ M^smtn MmCuts ^ PEANUT BRITTLE Less noise, less noise. — I Henry IV. Two tablespoons of butter, Of vinegar but one, A cup of rich molasses — The list is almost done — Except for cup of sugar. Brown as a Spanish nun. Upon the fire these are Boiled, till in water cold The sirup cracks, then peanuts (Just what a cup will hold). Divested of their jackets, Are in the mixture rolled. Off from the stove take saucepan And soda — one teaspoon Dissolved in water — dash in, Then beat the stuff and soon Turn into pans, and set them ^. To cool beneath the moon. ^ %>. 54 J^ CHOCOLATE CARAMELS Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve. — Hamlet. One cup of sugar, one also Molasses filled, and one of milk. Small spoon of butter — these, you know, With chocolate, grated fine as silk (Unsweetened, too, a quarter pound). Are creamed by stirring round and round. This mixture's boiled until it's done (Cracking in water proves that true), Then into buttered pans it's run Inch thick, or even less will do ; But one thing more — and all is told — Mark of¥ in squares when nearly cold. BUTTER SCOTCH Our old and faithful friend. We're glad to see you. — Measure for Measure. This candy's out of date, they say. Old-fashioned quite, and lacking style, Alas ! that f av'rites have their day — Well, Robbie Burns thought it worth while ! And if he failed the fact to mention, At least it is a Scotch invention. Now should you wish the sweet to make, These simple rules pray don't despise: Of sugar — brown — one cup you take, A piece of butter, walnut size, Vinegar in a teaspoon's hold. And half a cup of water cold. Boil all together patiently For twenty minutes, then you can Some flavor add — "a drappie wee — " Before the whole is turned in pan. And after that? Why, that is all, Except on you great praise will fall. STUFFED DATES To tell the secrets of my prison house. — Hamlet, How hard to have a heart of stone! But if you would that wrong atone, Some almonds blanch, sprinkle, when dry. With as fine salt as you can buy. And in an oven quickly brown. Then from the biggest dates in town Take out the stones, and in each bed Pop in a salted nut instead. Draw close the edges, and the whole In granulated sugar roll. (another change) A softer heart than that you make, If fine chopped peanuts you will take. While sweeter heart, as pure as snow. Is furnished by the marshmallow. One square of that most toothsome paste Makes of a date a dream to taste ; But do not close the edges to. Leave just a little white in view. t^ ^ ^ -Mi 5/ mtiffmtti JSitttiptu \r! MAPLE CREAM CARAMELS Practice is the best of all instructors. — Old Maxim. Few ingredients, indeed, For these caramels you need. Sugar from the maple trees, Sweet with kiss of sun and breeze. Two pounds you must measure true, Then fresh butter — ounces two — And a cup of tliick, rich cream. Moving like a lazy stream. Now the sugar must be set. With a dash of water wet, On the stove to melt in haste. And when on the fragrant paste Little bubbles skim with ease. Pour the cream in slowly, please. Stir it gently — gently, pray — Then without the least delay- Add the butter, stiri'ing still (Ah! this candy calls for skill). Soon your labors will be o'er, Soon you'll rest and stir no more. i When the sirup brittle grows In water, cold as winter snows. Turn in pans, and when it's cool Mark in squares. So ends the rule. ^ " '^ MOLASSES CANDY A brittle glory. — Richard II. Take two cups of rich molasses. Brimming measure, I advise. Mix with these a cup of sugar. And some butter — small egg size. Now a tablespoon of glycerine With the rest is duly blent, To produce a magic smoothness Like an oil of good intent. Put this mixture in a kettle Set above a fire strong, Where it stays till it has boiled hard Five-and-twentv minutes long. Test as usual in iced water. If it snaps you know it's done. Stir in soda — one half teaspoon — And in pans the candy run. m 5/ m^tntm J^miDtfii Vp After it has cooled a little. Pull until it's almost white. And with scissors snip in pieces — Each a mouthful of dehght! ^v 61 /Jb w ^ SANDWICHES And if it please you so; if not, why so. — Two Gentlemen of Verona. The dial points at five. — Comedy of Errors. FRUIT SANDWICHES 'Tis almost five o'clock . . . His time you were ready. — Much Ado about Nothing. Get a fresh loaf of baker's bread (The Graham loaf is to my taste), Cut into slices cobweb thin. And then prepare this simple paste: Take figs that over-seas do come. Almonds that dream of southern France, And apples that, much nearer home, The beauty of our land enliance. Put these together, one and all, And, with a hand as firm as fate. Chop into bits " exceeding small " — And you've a filling up-to-date. STRAWBERRY SANDWICHES 'Tis deeds must win the prize. — Taming of the Shrew. Cut bread in thin and crustless rounds, Or oblongs — if you choose — And spread with butter gen'rously (All but the best refuse!). Next make a paste of strawberries And powdered sugar fine, With which each sandwich you proceed Most carefully to line. For a " pink " luncheon these are served With baby ribbon tied, Delicious to the taste, and sight. The honors they divide. ^ " -^ GRAHAM BREAD AND CHEESE SANDWICHES Pray does anybody here hate cheese? I would be glad of a bit. — Dean Srvift. Put the merest glow of butter On each sHce of Graham bread, Then a coating of French mustard Do more generously spread. After which — oh ! most delicious — Comes a layer of cream cheese, Stuffed with olives, chopped and num'- rous, As round honey swarm the bees. r$S^ 67 ^^ 55/ i^Jj^mirti 3^tcei|itfii APPLE AND NUT SAND- WICHES My custom always of an afternoon. — Hamlet. These little sandwiches for tea Are simple, you'll declare. Cut white bread very slenderly, And trim the edges, so there'll be No brown crust anywhere. The slices spread with butter sweet — A tiny, golden sheen — Then apple discs, so slim and neat, With mayonnaise, and chopped nut-meat. Put in the space between. BROWN AND WHITE SAND- WICHES Soon at five o'clock Please you I'll meet with you. — Comedy of Errors. Thin slices of brown bread, Thin sHces of white, Each with nut butter spread — The housewife's deHght! These alternately press Together with care. Cut into strips, and dress A feast anywhere. GINGER SANDWICHES Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea. — Sidney Smith. Crystallized Ginger from the distant East, The kind that often tops a home-made feast, May be to other uses put. Here's one: Chopped fine, each morsel — gleaming like the sun — Is dipped in orange juice, then thickly spread Between thin layers of fine wheaten bread. Ah! Ginger that's "hot i' the mouth," 'tis true I find you good. And so without ado Will Martha — cumbered with her cares — when she Has unexpected friends drop in to tea. NASTURTIUM SANDWICHES To the dominion of the Tea-table I submit. — Congreve. Slice fresh white bread and thickly spread With mayonnaise, in lieu of butter, Then cut each slice in circles nice — Using for this a biscuit-cutter. Take leaves that twine on nasturtium vine, Shield-like in shape, and oh! how ten- der — And place their green the bread between. Curling about the stems so slender. Then girdle round the snowy mound Nasturtium blossoms, fair and fra- grant, The sight complete would tempt to eat An appetite however vagrant. ^^ 71 /^ 5jr ^^ii? SOME LUNCHEON AND SUP- PER DISHES Study what you most affect. — Taming of the Shrew. Cookery is become an Art, a noble Science. — Butler. ^ w I =m OYSTER BALLS Brave conquerors — for so you are. — Love's Labour's Lost. Of sifted pastry flour, one cup. The yolk of one egg beaten up, A pinch of salt, a tablespoon Of oil, as gold as Han^est moon. Are put into the mixing-bowl, And water added to the whole. Ice-cold, and just enough to make A batter that will drop; then take And beat all well. This is the test: That bubbles form upon the crest. Into the foaming mass, I beg. Stir the stiff-beaten white of egg. And half a pint of oysters chopped. The mixture now is lightly dropped From spoon, and fried that pretty brown The trees put on in Richmond town. Serve on hot platter, where between Sprigs of parsley, emerald green. Small triangles of toast appear And lend the dish a further cheer. 75 /g STRAWBERRY SCRAMBLE Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless Gad never did. — Walton. The Princess said, " The snow lies white, And forth we mustn't ramble, There's not a strawberry in sight. But we'll have Strawberry Scramble." (I grieve to say her maidens choked, They had to hide their laughter — She thought they coughed, they thought she joked — She proved her words soon after.) She ordered up her chafing-dish, And all ingredients needful. It only seemed she had to wish. Her servants were so heedful! One tablespoon, and half again. Of butter, she demanded, Melted it in the pan, and then The following commanded: n^T ^ — ^ ^ Six eggs, which had been beaten up. Small spoon of baking-powder, And large of sugar, half a cup Of milk. Her voice rang louder: "What ho! some salt." Then all was cast Upon the melted butter. And slowly stirred till, thick'ning fast, Her Highness, in a flutter. The whole into a dish did pour, And duly laid for cover Strawberrj'^ jam, inch deep, or more — Fit treat for any lover. On ev'ry side were voices raised And, with no long preamble. Her maids in hearty accents praised The peerless Strawberry Scramble. nJT A — CELERY OMELETTE ^ ^ nice. With salt and pepper season all, Then make an omelette, golden light — Fold in the dressing, and you'll have A dish to tempt an anchorite. ITALIAN OYSTERS This treasure of an oyster. — Antony and Cleopatra. Into the chafing-dish put these: A teaspoonful of butter, please, And two of sauce called Worcestershire; One tablespoon of sherry clear Upon this mixture lightly toss. And one as well of Shrewsb'ry sauce ; While slice of lemon — not too thin — And pinch of salt are cast within. When these are bubbling o'er the blaze Entrancing odors, worthy praise, Fill ev'ry corner of the room. Dispelling far dyspeptic gloom. And now's the time to add with care — Well drained — a pint of oysters rare. Then cook the whole until you see The oysters curhng up with glee, At which, I beg, without delay Put out the flame, and bear away I The dish, for ready 'tis to pour J ]^ 79 ^J^ 5^ MH^mttr Mtttipt^ Vp On hot, crisp biscuits salted o'er. And guests will find these oysters — Well, More savory than tongue can tell! STUFFED EGGS ON ANCHOVY TOAST Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up. — Julius Caesar. Spread some rounds of bread with butter, On which put Anchovy paste, Forming thus a good foundation That will suit most any taste. Next, some eggs proceed to devil, After cutting off one end. These, when ready, stand on toast rounds (Cut end down will firmness lend). Over each, at time of serving, Pour a lot of mayonnaise. As the seal of all your labors On a dish befitting praise. 5/ ilJifiwtti Mmiptu \fi BAKED MACARONI AND OYS- TERS Ladies and Gentlemen, will you eat any oysters? — Dean Swift. Cook till quite soft in water salt Some macaroni slim — then halt! Drain well, and rinse in water cold — (Be sure you do just as you're told). Next in a buttered baking-tin The macaroni lay within, Two inches deep the structure rear, On which there duly must appear A layer thick of rich, white sauce, And one of oysters which, of course. With salt and pepper's sprinkled o'er; Now macaroni comes once more — Layer by layer you repeat Until the dish is full — complete. Put sauce and macaroni last. On which fine crumbs are thickly cast, With butter dot — then bake till brown, And you've a dish to please the town. r EGGS A L'AURORE What an excellent thing did God bestow upon man when he gave him a good stomach. — Beaumont and Fletcher. To make this dish the writer begs That you will use six hard-boiled eggs. Press through a colander the yolks, And cut the whites with skilful strokes In disc-like shapes. Now one yolk more, This time from egg, not cooked, but raw. You beat up light as foam, and toss Into a cup of thick, white sauce. Put this in baking-dish and drop The hard-boiled eggs upon the top, Then in the oven let it heat A little while, and when complete Serve in same dish, and you will swear Its likeness to Aurora fair. ^ " ^ INDEX ^ SALADS Cucumber Boats ... Japanese Salad . Banana Salad Stuffed Prune Salad . Musk Melons and Grape Fruit Peach Salad .... Watermelon Salad Flower of a Lily (Pimento and Cheese Salad) . Banana and Nut Salad ErB\ DESSERTS .... Mt. Etna in Ices Fruited Whipped Cream . Pear Compote " Moonshine " . Melon Rings and Ice-cream French Pineapple Bisque . Date Jelly .... Orange Compote Watermelon Balls Turkish Parfait . Vienna Filled Apples French Orange Compote . Christmas Charlotte Russe 85 1 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 13 15 16 17 19 21 22 23 24 25 26 28 29 30 /^ m 1 w ^ CAKES .... PAGE . 31 " Lady Baltimore " Cake . 33 "Rocks" . . . . 35 Ice-cream Cake . . 37 Nut Wafers . . 39 Spiced Coffee Cake . 40 " Bethlehems " . . 42 CANDIES .... . 45 " Divinity " . . . 47 Coffee Fudge . 49 Sea Foam Candy . 51 Peppermint Drops . 53 Peanut Brittle . 54 Chocolate Caramels . . S5 Butter Scotch . m Stuffed Dates . 57 Maple Cream Caramels . 58 Molasses Candy . . 60 SANDWICHES . . . . . 63 Fruit Sandwiches . 65 Strawberry Sandwiches . 66 Graham Bread and CJ leese Sandwiches . 67 Apple and Nut Sandwiche s . 68 Brown and White Sandwic aes . 69 Ginger Sandwiches . . 70 . ^ Nasturtium Sandwiches . . 71 ^ c c ^ k 1 s/ £nti(|r SOME LUNCHEON AND SUP- PER DISHES .... 73 Oyster Balls 75 Strawberry Scramble ... 76 Celery Omelette ... 78 Italian Oysters .... 79 Stuffed Eggs on Anchovy Toast 81 Baked Macaroni and Oysters . 82 Eggs a L'Aurore . ... .83 87 ^ ^ '^ m Ms ®^n Mettfiits =V^ ^i^ k^=__^ ^ im =V€ig 5/ ms ©ton JaeteCnts Ap ^-^ ^ff J ^1 ^ im 6 1912 l^ Ik m. 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