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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1956-12-19, Page 6Chicken Pie For areakfast Really Fat While the radio blared, its incessant bleating about over- weight, the chap sitting next to us in the Dlits Club hoped his mother-in-law might be listen- ing. "She's so fat," he Perelained, "that whenever she falls down she rocks herself M sleep trying to get up, When My father-in- law was courting her One night he thought he was really neck- ing', But all the time he only had hold of her finger," "She was really that fat, eh?" "Nhen she got married," he, rambled on, "she weighed 300' pounds. It took her six brothers to give her away, I took her out one day to play golf, and what a problem! When we put the ball where she could hit it, she couldn't see it, And when we' put it where she could see it, she couldn't reach it to hit it. She's, even afraid of her shadow. She- thinks a crowd is following her."' "She ought to reduce," we suggested, "Yeah," he agreed:, "if she could only cut out the soldier food." "Soldier food?" "Yeah, everytheng she eats- goes to the front, ...The asked her' doctor for a diet •and his, main suggestion waas to stop eating- bread. 'Cut out bread,' she snarled, 'how am I gonna soak up the gravy?' When she was seriously ill she turned to my father-in-law and said, 'If I die and I find out you're runein' aroun' with other women, I'll turn over in my grave.' Ha looked, at her and said, 'Mollie, even then the exercise will do you good.' " nations were the key to the mystery. But nobody has ever found out where Mrs. Ford went, It was believed by the Weal, police that someone might be shielding the murderer. Up and down the country inquiries went on and more men were inter, viewed. Fee; a long time the 'Police investigated a suggestion that the murderer might have been a man who made, a practice of ceiling on housewives, posing as a man who• had come to in- spect the electrical equipment because of complaints about in- terference with television sets. When the man obtained entry to a house, he made improper sug- gestions to women. It appeared that a 'man was found and was questioned but no charge was ever made. Then yet another twist was given to this amazing murder mystery. It was stated that the police 'wanted to question a young, girl who had vanished after baying lived for a time with a man of handsome appear- ance who said that he was a salesman, People reported to the police that about the time of the murders they had seen a youeg girl walking about as if waiting for somebody, very close to the house where Mrs. Ford was murdered, but, again, there was no result. There were several Adjourn- ments of the inquest on Mrs. Ford, each time presumably in the hope that information might be fol•thcoming. Whet 'killed this woman? The public was worried. Allover the country since the end of the war there had been more and • more cases of women murdered,, and the murders remained unsolved. In August, 1954, eight months after the crime, schoolboys of fourteen and 'fifteen were being questioned by detectives who worked on a time chart of the movement of boys who cycled near the home of the murdered woman. Bat again there. were no tangible results. Two years later, during August ,of 1956, detedtives made anoth- er bid to unravel the mystery. They ,questioned a man in Lone don for two hours, after it was,/ found that he had been work- ing in Coventry at the time of• the .murder. t • But at the time 'of writing' there had been no developments. HOLLOW LEG— HOLLOW TALE. BIRTHDAY PORTRAIT—This official birthday picture of Sir Winston. Churchill, who was 82 on 'Nov, 30, shows him In his home in London with his wife. Photographers reported that the former Prime Minister was his usual critical self as he'.examined the large number of prints taken and ordered all but the' one above scrapped. TABLE TALKS eiamAnatte.ws. This Couldn't Happen But Did ! One-legged Ralph Pattison, of. Los Angeles, was escorted to police"headquarters and charged with street. bookmaking. Indig- nantly, he protested his inno- cence and, .insisted that he was a poor' man. Unsympathetic police search- ers examined Pattison's wooden leg, and-in a hollow cavity found S' considerable, remount of paper money, Yoe discreet people with die- eerning propensities, I highly recommend the chieleen pie for Thanksgiving breakfast — a refinement being more and more igeered as the crowding years effect those metamorphoses known as, progress, I had a chance net long ago to tilt with one of these,, patent, Machine- made thicken pies of commerce, pasted oe a, foil platter and the cover welded on with the Bes- semer process,, and I thought of the god chicken Pies that mold- ed my character. Somebody ought to do some- thing to perpetuate the, architec- tural lines of a real chicken pie. What bothered me th'e most was the comment heard about its money-malting successor around the companionable board, "Umm, these really aren't bad at all, are they?" As a matter of outspOken treth, they were pretty bad. This goes to show. A chicken, pie ehouId not be a quick-style slap-together, in- tended to appeal because it is e a s y, convenient, reasonably priced, and can be brought to a boil and served straightaway. A chicken pie should be esteem- ed. It should be stood off from with respect, viewed as a work of art, prornpting love, detail, time, and care, and if people are really after speed, simplice itee, and convenience, let them steam a hot dog. I hesitate to insist that a chicken pie should have chicken in it, The evidence is against me, and too many people know better. You can step into any emporium of profit and find chicken pies waiting to be bought up, all labeled so you can be sure, and hardly any chicken in them at all. It would be interesting to know the mileage of a four- pound bird in a modern, hygien- ic pie factory. The syStern must be a lot like the routine Bije Michaelson had for hiring a cook at the Railroad Hotel. When the applicants came for an inter- view Bije would take them into his office one at a time and say, "How many servings can you get from a ten-pound roast of bull beef?" The -Man who came up with the largest number was hired. In my opinion, unpopular though it may be, chicken, pies should be made on' the basis of- how many chickens you can get . into each, not 'on how many pies oteeen,,,get erorn aee.hielien. This would pietalily bankrupt our pie ,economy, but it'would pro- duce fewer and better: pies. Best results are had from old hens. Yeti parboil, about' three Of ',them and get' them so the Yep, they really dolt! We mean getting out on a limb and then sawing off the wrong end. This corny accident happened to .Benjamin Morris of KAILSRS „City, Mo. A tree limb blowing against his' window as annoyed Ihn that he got out of bed in the middle of the night to out ' off., Soon he wns back In 'bed u-n hospital bed; that - of flour, adding enough cold water to make a stiff dough; no other ingredients are permis- sible. Make the dough much stiffer than- for other breads, beat .t steadily half an hour by the clock. Cut with a biscuit cutter, making each biscuit not quite half an, inch thick as 'they rise in baking. Do not let theni touch in the-pan and bake in a very hot oven until done. Delicious served with fried chicken. Short'nin' Bread 4 cups flour 1 pound butter 1 cup light brown sugar Mix flour and sugar, and add butter. Place on = a floured sur- face and pat to 1/2 -inch thick- ness. Cut into desired shapes and bake at 350° F. from -20 to• 25 minutes. * * Sweet Potato Biscuits Sift together 1 cup flour, 3 'teaspoons baking Powder'and 1/2 teaspoon salt. Add 4 tablespoons 'fat and 1 cup cooked mashed sweet potatoes. Add milk enough to snake a stiff. dough. Roll and cut into biscuits and•bake ,in hot oven 20 to-30 minutes. * * Spoon Corn Bread 1 cup corn meal 2 .eggs 3 cups milk 1 teaspoon soda if milk is sour 2' teaspoons baking powder is milk is sweet 1 tablespoon bacon grease or butter (melted and added last) Pour the batter in a well- greased baking dish and bake, Serve with a spoon. meat falls of when YOU eStri, cafe them from the Pet. There's a lot Of meat on Ptemi, and a good deal better than we are taught by modern dietitians who stress the young and ten- der, I realize the big trouble is With our stoves. Everybody eau give you forty-leven reasons why the old-fashioned kitchen range is evil, but it did haVe the gen- eral habit of being continuous. You could h'ist the cover occa- sionally and insert a couple of fresh ticks of hard wood, and while three old hens parboiled all, afternoon, you. didn't have that down-cellar clickety-click of the gas meter, or the mad- dening whir of geometrically progressing kilowatts making you a bankrupt. By Thanksgiving time the dawn is retarded, and to have a really' good chicken, pie for breakfast you had to arise in the dark. Society has largely given this up as a barbaric custom. Anybody who stumbled out of bed to do a barnful of chores be- fore breakfast had no illusions about the late riser's orange juice and dry toast, Too bad that so many millions of com- fortable, prosperous, ease - be- decked people are unable to ret late how it smells when you come in from the milking on the, kitchen aglow with the olfactory evidence of chicken pie. Now, there's another thing. Lard. I know all about the bet- ter things which have rendered lard into the limbo of lost causes. But the plain, and sup- portable, truth is that lard, is what makes pie crust. You have to know how to use -it, and the direction you're heading, In a world made better by vegetable oils, this is a rash remark. Every- body knows better. But the kind of chicken pie I'm talking about was made with lard, by some- body who knew how, and you can talk all night and never convince me. The potatoes and carrots and onions and so on, which aid and abet the chicken, plus the three old hens, call for a vessel of ,some size. You don't make my chicken pie in a tin-foil bite-size. nappy. The setting pan for milk, also ostracized some time since, was just right, Being extensive in the circumference, it created a structural problere which was solved by inverting an ironstone mug in the center, to support the crust. This was standard procedure in rabbit, chicken, and other meat pies back when acreage counted. Then you laid her up, ingredients equitably and judie ciously disposed and the ade- quacy of the chicken meat be- ing above' ,suspicion. The crust, a drawn to thin delight, was, be- cause of its fragile natureewrap- ped several times around the rolling pin, and the master builder would skillfully unwind it se it fell into place intact. You, couldn't just pick that crust up and flop it doWn. And into the oven it would go before day- break on' Thanksgiving morning ere the ruby rays of the rising sun had, gilded the peak of the barn. • The thing about this pie was its suggestive power, It sug- gested Thanksgiving. It made you glad. It set the pace' for the whale day. We had such` pies often; but we never had one for breakfast except on- Thanktgiv- ing, and this Made it different and notable. Jolin Gould in the Christian Science Monitor. • , y SALLY'S SALLIES -- in Britain, women as well as men were being questioned. Nine women, some holding shopping baskets, .were lined up at Coventry police headquarters for an identity parade. While they waited patiently in a queue, a Coventry housewife came into the 'police courtyard. She had told the police that she ,had seen a woman 'hovering about" near „the murder house. But when the housewife faced the identity parade, she was unable to identi- fy any of the women as the one she had seen. The police continued to ques- tion people up and down the country. A detective went, to Blackpool, to interview a man. After the interview the detective said that the man had "volune teered some information," but whatever that was it did not bear any fruit. ' Five months- before Mrs. Ford was murdered, Superintendent Walter Groom retired from the 'Coventry City About a fortnight after the murder, •when • the police did not seem to be get- ting anywhere, ex-Superietend- ent Groom was called in by a newspaper to see whether he' could suggest anything 'to for- ward inquiries. e His statements after he had, been on the job for a little while were certainly 'enlighten- ing. He said 'that 'the Ceventry• police had found out these things ,concerning Mrs. Ford. She was ,house-proud and careful • about her appearance. She dressed very elaborately to. attend, some 'of the old tyre dancing= club festivities and was known ' as" "The Duchess." Until a few months before-she was murdered she, was a:merriber of, the. Townswomen's Guild. She had two sons; the, elder son, 's• sixteen-yeat-old, was .apprentie-e, ed to a, barber; the younger son was the one who tried 'to ,:enter the house on that fatal day. 'Mrs. Ford looked after her family well and was the, foster4nother, to 'an eight-year-old tire. , • About two months before. she was murdered, Mrs. Ford, 'who was slimly built and so :Short- sighteii 'that she could' not •see Without her spectacles,' stopped attending ;the meetings of', the guild. She returned her „foster- child to a children's home arid started going out, to some ,un- known afternoon. 'destination. 'She was. out et least three after- noons a. week., Mr. Ford.liad.eold.the Scotland, Yard that several titiies he ,had: returned from' work to firid, that his , wife was not at home, ,She. did not tell, him' where She; had been. Probably those settet Still Unsolved Murder _Mystery. The 'boy 'Was just hoMe 'item school and wanted his tea, but the house was .-locked and there Was no answer 'as he knocked and rang. Where was his rnother4 Again and again, the fourteen- .year-old rapped oh the dbor, just in case she had the radio oh and &AIM not hear. Still there was no reply. He waited nearly an hour, un- til his father, came home. The ''door was :opened. The boy' ran 'into the houee, then he gasped in horror, for sprawling in an atenchair in the dining-roOM was his' rnother, her head battered. She had also been stabbed many times with a carving knife, taken' from her own The knife was Still lying on. her 'chest, but there was no sign of the Weapon that, was used to batter' her head. Mr, and MrS, Ford (I .am tiding fictitious names out' of eonsiciere- tieri for, relatives) were enthtisi- eatic members of a . Ideal old-, fynie dancing elUb, and the papers of Sahnety, 1054, were soon headlining the "old 'TYrrie Murder Mystery.'' There WaS no indicates-reef et& sett of motive. Very soon there Was a leant of eighty detectives searching for the murclefereittele drede Of people were ctlestiethed,. The murder hunt spread front the- Midiaeds thrOughetit the country. Who' killed this woman? That was the 'riddle to Which there apheated id be rid answer, From the Very beginning the Pollee believed that the murder could • just as well' have been thremitted by a woman aa b3i rriaii56 in February{ month' after° the murder was dOrninitted e when by now detectives all beer the country Were caltying eist. the biggest operation Of its type . PACKED-WITH POWER—The Ontos, an eight and one,-,half ton, hit,tind4Urr monster, depends on its loW silhouette, maneuver- ability and Speed for gunning its target and making a fast getaway. It Mounts six, 105 mm. reeoiless rifles, one ..30 Cali- ber Machine giin and four .50 cdlib,dr spotting rifles. The following recipes may not be practical for every day life but they are an index to the time when cookery contributed much to gracious living and mak- ing good bread was considered an art. An earlier article, "Do It Your- self Bread," by William C. Hall describing his bread-making ma- chine reminded me that my mo- ther had one of those machines about 50 years age. It was the first labor saving device she own- ed and I have no idea what be- came of it. • Interest in *home baking is en- joying a revival and a well worn cookbook, written in the 'fash- ionable Spencerian writing .of the latter part of the nineteenth century, is a treasured heirloom in our family. It contains recipes which have been favourites for. generations. Homemade Yeast Cakes My mother made delicious bread and rolls in her bread ma- chine. She also made her own yeast cakes. These were made by taking a cup of sponge used in making bread and working it into a stiff dough, using corn meal in place of flour. The dough was then rolled very thine cut into' cakes 'with a, biscuit cut- ter, and allowed to dry for 2 or 3 days or until they became per- fectly dry writes Mary Wall in. Christian Science Monitor. The cakes, were then stored in a covered jar or placed,. m a small sack. When Mother was ready to make bread, she soaked one or two cakes of this "yeast," 'depending on the amount of sponge needed, in a cup of luke- warm water and' this was used in the same way, we now use the dry commercial yeast. * * * - 'Rusk Mother made a„, bread which she called "Rusk," that was a favourite with the; 'family, She took a piece of. dough large enough to makea loaf of bread, made a dent' in it in which, she broke two eggs, put in a cup,of sugar and a' cup of .raisins and worked them well into the dough. Sheethen let it rise, to double its bulk and baked it for 30 or 40 Minutes or until &me. This makes delicious tease * Salt Rising Bread At noon -the day before you make bread, 'thee 2 medium-, sited Irish potatoes into a ,eitiart `jar, add 2 tablespoons white corn meal, 2 tablespoons sugar, ,and a small pinch of soda,. Pour 2 ettps, of boilieg Water into' jar, put oh top but do not' screw doWn. Set away in a warm place Until Motning When there should be about• an inch of Main arid you will notice ski odd odor. If , there is no foam er odes', do hot use it. The success of the Salt rising bread depends upon the yeatt Scald but do not boil 1 quart sweet Milk, add ;2 tablespoons sugar, a small pinch of soda and 1 Clip el liquid drained eroin the jar containing yeast. Add enough flour! to make a hatter and set iri a Weenie place to- until`: it doubles its btilk. Add salt, lat about :the size of en egg, and 1 tablets Of Sugar, Knead, 20 minutes. Melte into 'loaves, place in greased, PatiS and let rise hcititS, 'Sake in a Moderately het oven) (350 F.) Until done, ' * Reetesi Medea Ili. Making beaters theta at- *ays use one teaspoon salt, a Vice of lard the size of oh egg atill a teacup' of Milk to A quart "At least, sire les one, way of balancing our ledger:" Glin.--,Paur-year-old Marlene thaen straightens wit the tongue Of h.br to y dog during a photagraphing session. Mare terse it the/ 1957 United States March Of Dimes Poster' Girl, A pailo Via& since 1955, Marlene) Win" He seen an the patted' kvitinirict Jan., 9y 1957. OUT , A ...... O ON tIMB-FOR LiiiERTrAktlandrid on narrow tree : refugeeS. frcxin. the SOVitit heftier hi liiingrity. M(inage" to cross' .celhal 'Marking the ,AtiStra4Ittrigaritin harder' , near Painhagerii AfIttrld., effort freedorne RUSSICtri'd had bloWit tip a. that th. f,eiooL gr