Zurich Herald, 1926-10-28, Page 2ILSGIVING PUDDING
"It's a lovely-looldeg dish, too. IT "Ruselari erearn, grandma,' correct-
make a Russian cream."
ed EiBla, recovering her composure.
Holiday Dishes.
That evening, after tea, grandma After the mince pie the Russian BBIST-EVER, CRANBERRY
-------- said, rather timorously: cream was breught; on, It had turned and
twe eupfuls a cranberrioa
BY CLARA DOTY BATES. "I think Ill- stew Rod's nice pump- d k them slowly until thick with
kin, and have it ready, even if I
"I .do wish grandma wasn't quite ao deal to Elsie -vahile they were abou
old lathsloned!" sighed Elsie, he.lf be-; their work.. shouliran't make the elie for .the a
lagse her breath. "Your Uncle Robert thought no one I, giving dinner."
There was no one near to hear her , could cook like 'mother,' she said, sniIi-1
"Now, grandma," exclaimed Elsie,
peevishly, forgetting the pathetic tears
speak a though like that aloud. it •, cakes,' 'mother's pies.' We'll have to she had seen in the morning. "I
thought that was settled. If you stew
say it, but, somehow, she could not ing—" 'mother's turkey,'
sounded disloyal and unkind even ine have a dinner as nearly like the old
her own ears. ones as possible on Thanksgiving • the pumpkin, You're sure to make the
. 1Day." " 'pies, and I will not have anything so
were still I common."
tnei
She raised her voice a good deal in
But the more she dwe.t. upon it, I Smile as she wou ,
more she continued to wish that her tears in her faded eyes whenever she
grandmother was quicker to take up
talked of other days.
modern ideas. There had never been such a stir in
d b away to school for tl kitchen since Elsie could
1iflse
term or two, and had learned just
ber.The sound of the beating of eggs,
enough new ways to make her foolish.' of rolling and cutting and chopping victory, but she s uc o
Now, when her Cousin Judith, W/10 , and grinding,together with the smells deteraninedly as if she were happy out judgment.
•,,,' ! of sweets and spices, made the sunny lin it. No one wanted her new-fangled
was expected, she became D
a aillfuJ troom so attractive that Rod hung 1 The day before Thanksgiving came. dish, even if it had been good. Every
had lived nearly all her life in Paris
conscious of what she thought crude i around the door from morning until Grandma was getting the turkey alll one expected and wished the plain,
in their way of living. noon It was delightful to get a whiff , ready for the roasting. Elsie was in old-fashioned pie she so despised.
She lived in the old homestead ' high spirits. "No "'matter, dear," comfOrted
where her mother was born, and where
in g when the oven door was opened. "I'm not going to tell you what my \ grandma. "I'm sure the mistake will
of cakes browning or mince pies baki
she died, leaving this little daughter "Remember, Rodney, I must have , dessert is to be," she said. "I want ' 1 rm for we've all eaten quite
and a still younger brother to the grand- t it to be a surprise for you as well as
, that pumpkin to -day," said
for Uncle Robert and Judith."
She designed to make her cream in
the afternoon and keep it firm in its
mould on the ice until next day noon.
Nothing seemed- to go right that do forgive me, gran ma.
'afternoon. It was easy for grandma to forgive
Elsie was not particularly skillful, because it was easy for her to love.
nor was she patient. Rod interrupted "Elsie herself shall mako the pie for
her with questions until she was near- you to -morrow, Robert," she said. "1
ly frantic. ill how her how: She's a very will -
"Do you put salt in it?" he asked.
"That's sugar, you ninny," she ans-
wered.
"It isn't!" proteated Rod. "I guess
I know sugar from salt."
"If you don't go away," she cried,
"and stop pestering me, you shan't
have one bit of it! You've done nothing
out of its pineapple mould n per
fect
shape. Elsie served it with gream.
Rod took a mouthful.
He began. to say, ge-wh t -ac e
but stopped, remembering his man- . pastry -lined pie tin. and a ce
ners. Imoderate oven. When the pie is cold
F'sle frowned at his rudeness. I put on top of it a cupful of whipped
cream and sprinkle over that one-half
of a cupful 9f nut meats.
HONEY math mama FOR CAKE,
Mix one-half cupful each of granu-
.
one eupful each of sugar and raisins
and three cupfuls of water; then add
a tablespoonful of 'butter and a teas
spoonful of lemon juice. Turn into a
•
"Sis, I told you it was salt you put
in instead of sugar!" he exclaimed, in
response to her frown.
Each one tasted. No one tried to do
the last sentence. more. The cream was salt as i n . lated sugar and cover honey wi n
"Very well, dear," said grandma, Poor Elsie! That was the result of i
tablespoonfuls of cold water, then boil
patiently. . her wayward and senseless pride. She until the syrup spins a fine thread,
Elsie was not comfortable over her , had tried to do something impressiele when a drop falls from the fork. Turn
hr . I as' and fine without experience and with -
slowly on the stiffly beaten. white of
an egg, stirring all the while, and beat
until the mixture is cool, when it will
be ready to spread on the warm lay-
ers of cake. ea
ALMOND AND LEMON TARTS.
Line gem pans with rich pastry.
Break two eggs and gradually beat
so much now as is good for us. You into them a cupful of. sugar, the grat-
did it to help grandma, I know. Now ed., rind and strained juice of one
lemon 21/4 tablespoonfuls of ground
"I did it because I thought I knew almonds, and a quarter of a cupful of
don't grieve."
better than you," sobbed Elsie. "Oh, melted butter. Pour into the prepared.
,,, tins and bake 20 minutes in a moder-
ate oven. Serve hot or cold.
DELICIOUS SPONGE CAKE,
kind-hearted grandmother s care.
When Uncle Robert wrote about
coming home, he called it "the dear,
dear old place." He said:
-"audith can hardly wait to see it,
and to look into the face of dear
grandmothei. And I am more c pumpkin pie," cheerfally.
than the child. I want to sleep in the "But I hate it," declared Elsie. "It's
little gable room, ramble through the
• s • only farmers have it. I
mother.
"Oh, grandma, you're not going to
make pumpkin pies, are you?" asked
Elsie, dejectedly.
"Robert wouldn't think Thanksgiv-
ing' was Thanksgiving if he hadn't
orchard, and have you cook rrie one
meal that shall taste as things used
to taste when I was a boy."
It was that these unknown relatives
should be properly welcomed thatper. She had allowed herself to grow
made Elsie so anxious to have things ,
I irritated and morbid over grandmoth-
nice. They had been used to fine
bo er's plain ways.
fashions, and would, of course,"But, my clear child, it is an old cus-
tom. My mother always made them
• PI
wouldn't spoil a good dinner by serv-
ing anything so common—so awfully
common."
She spoke with a good deal of tem -
Finally, she plucked up courage
enough to speak to her brother Rod-
ney.
"I almost know they'll think we're they'll do. Now let me make some-
countaified," she said. "I don't believe I
thing nice. I can cook as well as—
Judith's mother -wears a cheek apron. i
anybody. I do hate pumpkin so I"
She's a born Parisian, you know." .A. hurt look passed like a shadow
"What do you mean?" bristled Rod- across grandma's face. She had been
ney.. "Like grandma's?" growing pale lately, probably because
"V"e-s," confessed Elsie, rather
I of her excitement over Robert's corn -
shamefacedly.
"Well, then, so much the worse for irl•
"Just as you please, daughter," she'
her!" cried Rodney, indignantly.
ana•vered, in a low voice.
"These people may just stay away if
Elsie was quite astonished, a few
they don't like grandma's apron."
,,, minutes later, to see grandmother,
"I didn't say they won't like it
stending on the stops outside the kit -
placated Elsie. "I only meant, what if
ellen door, holding the corner of her
they should make fun of it " apron for an instant to her eyes.
- - "I'd like to see 'em try it!" furious- Could grandmother be crying?
ly. Then, with a more sensible under- "You go and lie down a little while,
standing, "it's just your own silly
grandma," she said, with a twinge of
notion, Elsie. You're the one that's
remorse. "You're tired. I can finish
ashamed of it." all there is to do to -day."
"It's no such thing, Rodney. I love
Grandmother went to her room.
grandma just as well as you do. But
Presently Rodney came from the
e cornfield, tugging a beautiful yellow
I never saw a lady In the --fashion
books that had an—apron on."pumpkin in his arms.
Every russet hair on Rod's head
"Where's grandma?"
stood out straight. "Lying down to rest."
"You mean grandma isn't like a
lady—""I want her to see what a beauty
"No, no, Rod! Why, what an awful thisis.Ipicked out the very ripest
temper you have to fly at me so!" and nicest one there was,"
when I was a little girl, an —
"For that very reason I'd.try some-
thing new. You've made mince pies—
Beat separately the whites and the
yolks of four eggs. Add a tablespoon-
ful of vinegar to the yolks and a cup-
• 1
Ing little girl always." ful of sugar to the whites. ea
Elsie never worked harder or with a .
together, then add h cupful of flour
better spirit than she did next day ' that has been sifted three tinies. Bake
over Rod's fine pumpkin, from the cut- three-quarters of an hour in a moder-j
ting of its hard rind to stewing it and ate o-ven and frost with a boiled icing.'
making R upinto the scorned and com- MUIT CONFECTION.
in pies.
Uncle Robert pronounced them a poundPuttohfroudgrhiedthfiegfardoncohlonprf rofonue
id• pound each of raisins, prune' and
dried peaches, and a cupful of nut-
meats. Bind together with One-quarter
of a cupful of strained honey. Press
into a form after mixing well to -1
gether, then cut into squares and roll
in powdered sugar.
OOD LADIEs' POTATODs.
but bother me the whole day."success, ando
cl Rod gave a whoop. "Sis is a brick, when she isn't
"Salt for sugar," he shouted—"salt cross."
for sugarl"
his play. Home for Thanksgiving!
And away he ran good-naturedly to
Th t •avelers came in the evening— •Thanksgiving Yet, it's here again,
a tall, splendid -looking man and a shy, That blessed tine o year
With blessin's o' good cheer!
rin
ed and mashed potatoes well seasoned; other adornment. The plain batteau
Have ready a quart of freshly cook- ly of a most attractive crepe w
PRINTED CREPE ASSERTS ITS
SMARTNESS.
This lovely model is made up entire -
plain, winsome little girl. Grand-
. 'That comes to bless the sons o' men
' e d: ethers in the shoulders
mother was wan as a ghost wit
agitation. Judith flung her arms
around the dear, old neck and would
not let go.
"My grandma, my grandma!" she 1 Around. the or home board!
sobbed.
When greetings were finally over, He'll serve the turkey pipin' hot,
Judith looked about. An.' team upon us there;
"The dear old house," she said, evie 01' frets an' riles will be forgot,
dently filled with her father's ideas i An' joy will fill the air! -
and using his words. 1He'll keep an eye. on ev'ry plate,
Such a forenoon as it was the next I Till a:a are fitly fed,
day—Uncle Robert off with Rodney i Enthroned upon his throne o' state,
into every cranny of the barn, even There at the table head!
up in the apple trees, and Judith wild ,
• delight in keeping themiompany. Thanksgiving Magic time o' year,
'
Each heart with lovin' stored, with salt, pepper and butter and whip -
Where i nec c- a
Again the fam'ly congregates,
l'ped light with a little cream. Pile! give d:esirablo simplicity in front,
Pa will pass the heapin' plates,
'lightly in a baking dish or in indi- I while the circular cape back lends
aridaal baking dishes, shape roughly., ()TACO and charm to the silhouette-. The
and
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"Not as many as there used to be The fain ly congregates, ornamental trees an a
and Uncle Robert was carving. East,
toet," he said, with a tender glance Where Ma has laid a famous feast, expected in the fall. Stakes were set
An' Pa heaps up the platesi out where each of the larger orna-
mentals and the fruit trees was to go;
—James Edward Hungerford.
each hole was dug out, old manure and
at grandma.
"Well, then, quit your hinting such "Very well. Put it in the storeroom, "No, Robert."
things about grandma." Rod." "But the dinner smells just as your
Elsie found she cou*.,d expect no sym- He was plainlar disappointed.
• dinners used to, mother," he said, with
pathy from her brother. So she re- "How many pies do you suppose a great effort at cheer.
solved to -work such reforms as she ' will make?" he asked, scanning thel "You don't at as much as you used
'1 lden sphere with an anticipating to, Robert," she said, after a pause.
• t mother; but Rod, I offer thanks for just familiar things.
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Only he and Judith could make the ,
, gel— a half dozen or more," she ens_ me, haven't you, Rod?" j the plants which had originally been
to reach home by Thanksgiving Day. "Not any at all," said Elsie to her- here, has the appetite I left behind
1 The shine of firelight as the dusk
Uncle Robert planned to sail so as naps no,
eye, • •
visit, as his wife was frail and could wered aloud. Uncle Robert was trying very hard draws nigh, ordered for spring.
riot leave the flock of younger claildren.
Rod picked up the pumpkin and bore to be jolly. After doing such justice as
he could. to the turkey, considering his The cheerful song my little kettle
sings. • , The stuff we planted whece the ground
The result was most enlightening.
pine, had been prepared the previous fall re -
The woodland music of 'my giant
quired hardly ally, time at all, and it
The last sweet tokens that my gar
male a decidedly -better growth than
con n
Grandma was far from strong; but,
with the hope ahead of seeing her
long -absent son, she seemed to get new
life. Such plans as she made! the
very same loving ones she used to
make when Uncle Robert was a boy,
and the large household of brothers
and sisters was still unbroken. Now
he was the only one left.
She recalled his childhood a good
it to the storeroom. I full heart, he said, presenty.
"That's disposed of," said Elsie,, "Now, mother, for the pumpkin
-with satisfaction. "I wonder what next
will come I
e up?" "Then is mince pie, Robert, and—
She began to ponder on what des- t Elsie has made a—pudding."
sert she should make in place of the "Not any pumpkin pie? Doesn't
pumpkin pies. Rod
"I like Russian• cream better than raise pumplcins?"
raise
knife and fork had dropped in
anything else," she said to hersele .astonishment. .
"No pumpkin pie!"
FOUNTAIN PEN AND
PENCIL SET
FREE
Elsie's. face burned like fire. Grand-
ma was sorry for her.
"Your sister has made a pudding,
Rod, and aveu have the pumpkin an-
d
Here is a perfectly splendid pen
and p.enell set free to boys and 1 "Pshaw! I like pumpkin better
girls. The fountain pen is made, than anything else. That one I picked
of vulcanite and is a self -filler. out the other day was such a beauty!"
ockot-clip atte.che.d, and "I too, Rod," said Uncle Robert.
•
den yielda,
The mellow tints upon the Autumn
fields
The far off misty mountains' purple
lino.
The sense of rest that home so surely
brings
The books that wait my pleasure,
true and fine,
Old friendships that I joy to feel
are mine.
I offer thanks for just familiar things.
—Alix Thorn.
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is guaranteed for one year by I
1
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"Yes, 'Robert, you shall have one in .
1
good time. But Elsie likes to cook,
and she has made a lovely pudding."
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A-inixin' up the puddings
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So take your other seasons
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But leave me in mals kitchen
Around Thanksgiving Day. .
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