I stopped in Barnes and Noble this evening and one of the employees was dressed up in a suit and tie, with a sign pinned to him that said "Sorry!"
He was a Formal Apology.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
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Saturday, October 26, 2013
"Party suppers had no such limitations—often the table was gay with autumn leaves, the center piece a riot of small ragged red chrysanthemums, or raggeder pink or yellow ones, with candles glaring from gorgeous pumpkin jack-o'-lanterns down the middle, or from the walls either side. There were frosted cakes—loaves trimmed gaily with red and white candies, or maybe the frosting itself was tinted. In place of syllabub or boiled custard, there were bowls of ambrosia—oranges in sections, freed of skin and seed, and smothered in grated fresh cocoanut and sugar. Often the bowl-tops were ornamented with leaves cut deftly from the skin of deep red apples, and alternating, other leaves shaped from orange peel. Christmas party suppers had touches of holly and cedar, but there was no attempt to match the elaborate wedding tables. Hog's foot jelly, red with the reddest wine, came in handily for them—since almost every plantation had a special small hog-killing, after the middle of December, so there might be fresh backbones, spare ribs, sausage and souse to help make Christmas cheer. Ham, spiced and sliced wafer thin, was staple for such suppers—chicken and turkey appeared oftenest as salad, hot coffee, hot breads in variety, crisp celery, and plenteous pickle, came before the sweets. Punch, not very heady, hardly more than a fortified pink lemonade, came with the sweets many times. Grandfather's punch was held sacred to very late suppers, hot and hearty, set for gentlemen who had played whist or euchre until cock-crow."
Apple Toddy: Wash and core, but do not peel, six large, fair apples, bake, covered, until tender through and through, put into an earthen bowl and strew with cloves, mace, and bruised ginger, also six lumps of Domino sugar for each apple. Pour over a quart of full-boiling water, let stand covered fifteen minutes in a warm place. Then add a quart of mellow whiskey, leave standing ten minutes longer, and keep warm. Serve in big deep goblets, putting an apple or half of one in the bottom of each, and filling with the liquor. Grate nutmeg on top just at the minute of serving.
Dishes and Beverages of the Old South, by Martha McCulloch-Williams, 1913. Download at Project Gutenberg.
Friday, October 25, 2013
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From The Australian Women's Weekly, June 17th, 1933.
A BOOT-SCRAPER for wet weather can be made from the lid of a butter box and about 35 metal tops from soft drink bottles. Turn them upside down, and nail them on the lid. Put the box lid in a place where it will stand firm, and make the family scrape their feet on it. -- Mrs. Lindeman, Station Street, Leura.
BROKEN CHINA can often be mended and cracked china preserved, by boiling in milk. If broken see that pieces are quite clean, fit together, and bind tightly with thread. Boil slowly in enough milk to cover the article. -- Mrs. A. E. Jeffery, Crown Street, Parramatta.
SAVE ALL paper bags and fill with coal or coke. Then place in scuttle ready for use. In this way fuel need not be touched with the hands, and dust will not fly about the room. Miss C. Read, 8 Moody Street, Roselle.
(The Tiled Kitchen, painted by Harry Bush).
Saturday, October 12, 2013
It dawned on me some weeks ago that Her Majesty has been unusually quiet and demure, especially for her. She also had managed to whittle at least two pounds off her tubby little behind. Fortunately her annual checkup was last
She now gets two pills a day, morning and evening. The spousal unit must have armor-plated fingers.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
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Sunday, October 6, 2013
After last week's panegyric to Northern cooking from a Union soldier, I thought I would take a glance across the Mason and Dixon line for today's inspiration.
I recently came across a rather treaclily (if there is such a word) nostalgic Southern cookbook on archive.org, published in 1922 and full of reminiscences of how wonderful life was when one presumably had cheerfully devoted family servitors doing all one's work. Still, an interesting look at what was considered traditional fare back then and an honest if effulgent homage to the debt it owed black plantation cooks.
I noticed the julep recipe in the index and was wondering how the author was going to deal with the subject of strong drink, almost three years into Prohibition. As it turned out, with a rather typical regional ability to brush past unpleasant realities.
UNCLE REMUS MINT JULEP
3/4 cup sugar
Juice 3 lemons
1 cup of water,
4 sprigs of mints
1 pint ginger ale
"Any flavoring desired."
Friday, October 4, 2013
I'm at the regional hospital meeting. The regional hospital coordinator is going down the list and asking for updates since the August meeting.
He: Fulton County?
Fulton County Lady: We've had a couple of HAZMAT incidents.
He: I wondered what you were going to do with all that corn syrup*.
Fulton County Lady: (brightly) Well...it's killing the Asian carp in the Spoon River!
(*17,000 gallons, to be precise).