Zurich Herald, 1954-02-11, Page 2Cabin Cruising
Down To Quebec
In Quebec we were to find all
that we sought and more. In her
cities the tone of time, with over-
tones of history and medievalism,
In her sweet valleys a nostalgic
lost paradise. In her forests and
on the shores of her far-off seas
• a last frontier.
Always, everywhere, waters,
shores, rivers of thrilling scenic
grandeur. Everywhere, always,
a fine people, but half -known and
less than half understood, with
rare qualities of courtesy, gen-
erous helpfulness, simplicity and
pride,
You'll love Quebec first, if you
are like us, for her sheer beauty
Of mountain and river, lake and
island, green countryside, storied
city stone and shrine. How thrill-
ingly we remember beauty of
strangeness and the tone of time,
of color and form and range, of
untamed and uncrowded
spaciousness! Flower - patterned
green fields on the South Shore,
prairie fire of autumn foliage
sweeping the Gaspe, the battle-
ship charge of Perce Rock, blue
Laurentian peaks marching clown
to dip their feet in the St. Law-
rence, Saguenay capes towering
in majesty above Eternity Bay,
gray -green and twny-pink soli-
tudes of Cote Nord with its trout
and salmon rivers, white catar-
acts foaming and flashing in a
wilderness, trickles winding am-
ong islands like sleeping sea mon-
sters, snowstorms of sea birds,
heavenly kaleidoscope of cloud
and sunset and moonrise and
Merry Dancers, Quebec City's
Medieval bastions and churches,
Mount Royal's vision of the world
and the kingdoms thereof we
could (but won't) go on for
pages!
The physical charm of the
Quebec scene leaps to the eye.
Yet in so short a time we loved
her way of life even more. . , .
In Quebec City, standards are
unexacting, tastes simple,
pleasures natural and inexpen-
sive as those of Americans in the
small communities where we two
grew up. There seems to be
nothing feverish, artificial, in-
flated about the daily life of
French Quebec. Men and women
like to take long walks, to sail
boats built by the owners still
so near the city — and to exult
in their beauty. .. .
These people have a gift for the
personal relationship amounting
to genius. The good manners
that come from the heart rule in
city or country, . , ,
Just as no courtesy to a friend
is too small to neglect, so no ser-
vicer, is too big or troublesome to
"perform. The first time we met
Captain Gauvreau, former Com-
mandant of the Naval district, he
said;
"If your boat ever needs re-
pairs, bring her right to the
Naval Basin."
He proved hemeant that after
our little Margot was caught in
a wild blow and a collision some
weeks later. Lying cheek by
jowl in Louise Basin with a Fair -
mile (Canadian PT boat), we
were made shipshape in short
order and nothing to pay.
"Glad to do it," the urbane and
handsome Captain insisted. .
And we are not wealthy, im-
portant persons — just an Ameri-
can couple with a thirty-foot
cabin cruiser which we like to
work into strange waters. We
carried no introduction except
the Stars and Stripes flying at
our stern, Experience has con -
rimed us that being an American
Is the only introduction- neces-
)ary in Quebec.—From "We Fell
Love With Quebec," by Sidney
W. Dean and Marguerite Mooers
Marshall.
Canned Meat Ideal for
Br DOROTHY 114USIIDOX
'OR cold nights when there is not touch time to get dinner, use
Canned neat, Or serve canned beans, either New• Engjend=
style or packed in tomato sauce, Give them distinctive never" IS
stdding a little molasses,
ick Meal on Cold Nights
Here are three combination recipes that nave you time yet give
the family good hot food when the winds blow cold.
Savory Baked Beans
(4 generous servings) .
One quarter cup unsulphured molasses, 1 tablespoon vinegar, 1
tablespoon'prepared mustard, % teaspoon T'abascp sauce, 2 l -pound`
cans baked beans, 1 onion, sliced.
Combine unsulphured molasses, vinegar, mustard and Tabasco;
mix well, Empty beans into skillet or casserole; stir In molasses,
mixture. Arrange onion slices on top of beans or layer with beans.
Simmer in skillet on top of range 10 to 15 minutes, or bake la
casserole in a hot oven (425 degrees F.) 30 minutes.
Luncheon Meat—Sweet Potato Puff
(4 servings)
Two pounds sweet potatoes, 2 tablespoons butter or margarine,`
2 tablespoons unsulphured molasses, 1/4 teaspoon salt, 1/4 cup raisins,
can luncheon meat, 1 orange, peeled and sliced; 1 tablespoon
brown .sugar.
Cook potatoetis in boiling water until tender. brain and peel.'
1Vfash potatoes. Add butter, molasses and salt; beat until lighten:e
fluffy. Stir' in raisins. Place potatoes in a shallow casserole.
Cut luncheon meat into 8 slices; arrange meat on top of potato
with halved orange slices. Sprinkle meat with brown sugar. Bake
in a moderate oven (375 degrees F.) 20 minutes.
Vienna Sausage Dinner
(4 !servings)
Four and one half tablespoons dry skim milk, 11/Z cups water, 8
tablespoons butter or margarine, 4 tablespoons flour, s teaspoon
salt'; . Vs teaspoon pepper, Pa ,pounds small white onions, cooked;
2 cans Vienna sausage.
Sprinkle dry skim milk on top of water. Beat slowly with rotary
"Whether it's luncheon meat with sweet potato puff, Left, or Vienna
;sausage with .creamed white onions, your 'family 1011 agree it's
the perfect meal for o, void night.
ter until dissolved; reserve. Melt butter, Add flour, salt and
pepper; stir to a smooth paste.
Add reserved liquid and cook, stirring constantly, until mixture
thickens and comes to a boil. Add onions; heat. Heat Vienna'
sausage in own liquid. Turn creamed onions into serving dish; top
with Vienna sausage,
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Maybe your folks are different,
brat with the males in the family
dessert means PIE, and anything
else I try to offer them is only
a substitute.
So, here are some recipes,
guaranteed to appeal to the most
discriminating pie -lover.
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BUTTERSCOTCH
CHIFFON PIE
Baked pie shell, 9"
1 tablespoon gelatine
Ve cup cold water
3 eggs, separated
3/4 cup brown sugar
ea cup corn syrup
1 cup hot milk
• teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon butter
ee teaspoon vanilla
Y cup white sugar
Method: Soften genatine in
cold water for 5 minutes. Slight-
ly beat egg yolks; add brown'
sugar, corn syrup, milk and salt.
Blend with dover beater. Cook
in top of double boiler, over boil-
ing water and stirring occasion-
ally, until mixture coats the
spoon. Remove from heat; stir in
softened genatine; add butter and
vanilla. Beat with dover beater
till creamy; fold in stiffly beaten
egg whites, into which the white
sugar has been gradually beaten.
Pour into baked shell; chill well
before serving.
Note: This pie requires 1%-
11/4 hours to set,
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CUSTARD PIE
Temp.: 450-325°F.
Time: 30-35 rain.
Plain pastry for 9" pie
a§ cup white sugar
l teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon corn starch
2 eggs, slightly beaten
2 cups hot milk
Nutmeg
Method: Line a 9" -inch pie pan
with pastry. Bake in a 450°F.
oven for 5 minutes; remove from
oven. Mix together the sugar,
salt and corn starch. Add slight-
ly beaten eggs and hot milk.
Blend well with dover beater.
Pour filling into pre-cooked shell;
Birds In The Tree'i' -- At first glance, it looks like this winter -bars
tree is sporting a flock of shivering birds, But another look reveals
that the creatures aren't birds at all, lust a group of youngsters
playing in the snow.
sprinkle with grated nutmeg.
Bake in a hot oven (450°F.) un-
til the crust is set (10 to 15 min-
utes). Reduce heat to 325°F. and
bake until a silver knife inserted
in the filling comes out clean.
Note: The pastry shell is pre
cooked to avoid a soggy bottom.'
crust. If desired, the filling may
be poured directly into the. raw ,
shell and baked as directed.
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LEMON CHIFFON PIE
Baked pastry shell, 9"
% tablespoon gelatine
2 tablespoons cold water
3 eggs, separated
3/4 cup white sugar
2 tablespoons corn syrup
cup lemon juice
teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons grated lemon rind
Method: Soak gelatine in cold
water for 5 minutes. Beat egg
yolks untilethiek and lemon -col
oured. Add 1/4 cup sugar, corn
syrup,
syrup, lemon juice and salt. Cook
in top of double boiler over bola=
ing water, until smooth and
thick, stirring occasionally. •Acid
gelatine and stir until dissolved.
Add I teaspoon lemon rind. When
cool, fold in stiffly beaten egg
whites, into which has been beat-
en the 'remaining 1 cup of sugar.
Pour into baked shell, sprinkle
lightly with remaining lemon
rind. Chill in refrigerator until
set.
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LEMON PIE
Baked pastry shell, 9"
41/4 tablespoons corn starch
1 cup white sugar
1/ teaspoon salt
114 cups boiling water
3 egg yolks
6 teaspoons lemon juice
2 teaspoons grated lemon
rind
2 teaspoons butter
Method: Mix together corn
starch, sugar and salt in top of
double boiler; add boiling water,
stirring constantly. Blend with
dover beater. Cook over boiling
water till smooth and thick; cover
and continue cooking 10 minutes,
stirring occasionally. Mix to-
gether slightly beaten egg yolks,
lemon juice and rind. Add to
hot starch mixture; blend well,
Continue cooking 3 minutes; re-
move from heat. Add butter;
beat with dover beater till
creamy. Pour into baked pastry
shell; cover with the following
meringue.
MERINGUE
3 tblsp. fine white sugar
1 tablespoon corn starch
3 egg whites, stiffly beaten
Method: Mix together sugar
and corn starch. Add to stiffly
beaten egg whites. Beat again
until mixture peaks, Pile lightly
on lemon Filling and brown in
moderate oven (350°F.)
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LEMON SPONGE PIE
Temp.: 450-350°F.
Time: about 35 minutes,
Pastry for a 9" pie
2 eggs, separated
1/2 cup white sugar
4 tablespoons corn starch
14 teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons lernon juice
2 teaspoons grated lemon And
1 cup re,illc
2 tablespoons melted butter
/4 cup corn syrup
34 teaspoon baking powder
Method: Line a 9' -inch pie pan
with pastry; flute rim. To the
slightly beaten egg yolks add
eugar, corn starch, salt, lemon
juice and rind, milk and butter,
Stiffly be..ten egg whites; add
corn syrup and 'baking powder,
'Combine the two mixtures, beat-
ing with dover beater. Pour into
Uncooked pie shell; bake in hot
oven (450°F.) for 10 minutes; re-
duce heat to 350°F, and finish
baking (about 25 minutes). Test
filling with a silver knife.
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PECAN PIE
Temp.: 450-350°F.
Time: 40-45 milt., or until done
Pastry for a 9" pie
1/ cup butter
ens cup light brown sugar
% teaspoon salt
a cup corn syrup
3 eggs, well beaten
1 cup pecan nuts (halves)
1 teaspoon vanilla
Method: Line e S-!nch pie pan
with pastry; flute pastry edge.
Cream together butter, sugar, salt
and corn syrup; add remaining
ingredients. Pour into unbaked
Shell. Bake in hot oven (450'F.)
for 10 minutes; reduce heat to
350°F. and continue baking 30
to. 35 minutes, or until a silver
knife insetted in filling comes
chat clean,
Note: Walnuts may be substi-
tuted for pecans, if desired.
PUMPKIN CHIFFON PIE
Baked pastry shell, 9"
1 tablespoon gelatine
1, cup cold water,
3 eggs, separated
1% cups canned or cooked
pumpkin
'ya
eup corn syrup
44 cup milk
1/z teaspoon salt
Ye teaspoon nutmeg
x teaspoon cinnamon
% teaspoon ginger
1/z cup white sugar •
Method: Soak gelatine in cold
water for 5 minutes. To slightly
beaten egg yolks, add pumpkin,
corn syrup, milk, salt and spices.
Cook and stir in top of double
boiler over boiling water until
thickened. Add gelatine; blend
and cool. When mixture begins
to set, fold in stiffly beaten egg.
whites (into which the sugar has
been beaten). Pour into baked
shell; chill. Garnish with whip-
ped cream.
Think Your Wife Is Hard To Live With?
v`11f You Do, Just Read About These!
In a 'divorce action at Bristol
recently,a man alleged that his
wife was partial to puncturing
his bicycle tires, and he produced
one in court with fifteen tell-tale
patches, Such setbacks—or let-
dOwns—in married life can in-
, eked be maddening!
From earliest times, some wom-
en by tongue and hand have
handled their luckless menfolk
with unbridled venom and spite.
Each nation today counts its
husband -torturers, all of whom
have made it abundantly clear
that the female of the species can
be more deadly than any male.
And if, as the ancients also be-
lieved, "the bitterest morsel in
human life is a bad wife," some
henpecked husbands must be
drunk with bitterness's sourest
dregs.
One elderly husband, a retired
businessman, bad his fireside
dreams rudely shattered by his
youthful wife not so long ago
when she suddenly sprang to her
feet, having snatched the poker
from the fireplace, her eyes blaz-
ing with aggression, Her shrill
voice cut like a thunderbolt
through her husband's reverie.
"Wake up," she cried, "You have
it corning to you, you old idiot!"
• The husband, never disposed to
underestimate the violence of her
temper, ducked, And it speaks
well for his agility that, although
struck here and there, he par-
ried most of her subsequent blows
—though he did lose a couple of
teeth.
On another occasion, as he told
the divorce judge, she switched
on the light in the middle of the
night, lit a cigarette and blew
smoke into his nostrils,
Another of her parlour tricks,
reserved for firelight scenes, was
tweaking his nose with a pair
of hot tongs!
Any man who marries a girl
thirty or more years his junior
may expect some liveliness, if
not tantrums, on the domestic
hearth. He would be an excep-
tionable character, one feels, to
wear the trousers in such cir-
cumstances.
At Virginia City, not long ago,
a judge listened to a wife's
"major complaint against her
husband, "Ie doesn't do enough
housework," she declared. And,
just to ennphasiye her domina-
tion tSver him; this lady had on
different occasions sinashed the
'windshield of his ear, broken
the stem of his pipe, put flies
in his soup, thrust a rain -soaked
eat into his bed, and crushed
the toes of his dress shoes with
her high heels.
Once she presented him with
a picnic lunch, the sandwiches
of which she had made "sav-
oury" with horse grease and
boot polish!
In some cases the antics of
husband -baiting wives reveal
subtlety. A woman once felt
as many still do! — that her
husband gave her but a niggling
housekeeping allowance. She
asked for more, in vain.
So she concocted a brilliant
little self-help scheme. During
his absence at work and her al-
leged absence in town, she
staged a burglary, ransacking a
piece or two of her own jewel-
lery and some of the family's
best silverware with the inten-
tion of converting all into a
much desired bonus.
Alas for her sweet innocence,
she pawned most of the items
and neverthought that the
pawn -broker, who thus raised
the wind for her, might be
visited by the local police with
a list of stolen property.
Some men, Heaven help them, "
just ask for it. Their very meek-
ness exasperates their strong, -
willed wives.
Such a shrew dwelt formerly
in Craigmillar Park, Edinburgh.
She ruled her man so absolutely
that when he carne home he
had to strip off his suit, put on
overall's and get down to some
muscle -loosening scrubbing,
After he'd changed, she ran
through his pockets, confiscating
all loose silver, except for his
tram fare, which she allowed
him for the morning, Sometimes
he protested -- whimpered is
the better word. Then her an-
swer was, "Jock McKinley,
wark hairder, mon, it's a faible
craitur ye be; nae tae humour
me mair."
Sometimes women, ill-advised-
ly, take the law into their own
hands. Finding their husbands
guilty of some indiscretion or
infidelity, they let their jealousy
stoop to murder. Among the
French such crimes of passion
are frequent,
A less lethal variation con-
cerned a woman of Nantes,
whose husband, a broadminded,
jovial fellow, felt it safe and
kindly to tell her he was enjoy-
ing an affair with a local cafe
girl.
"How charming," said • the
wife, "No doubt she hopes to
restore your lost youth, Henri.
I'd be overjoyed to meet her,
Perhaps you'll bring her along
to supper one evening. We'll
uncork our best vintage wine
and celebrate."
The cafe girl, an untidy but
well-proportioned blonde, duly
appeared. "Perhaps • you'd like
to leave your hat and coat ep-
stairs," suggested the wife, end
led the way. Hardly were 1 hey
inside the bedroom, howl ser,
than. she sandbagged the girl,
who slumped in a heap to the
floor. "She's fainted! Fetcn a
doctor, Henri!" cried the re-
sourceful wife,
Then, in his absence, she
grabbed her scissors and began
snipping off the other's blonde
hair in handfuls. To round off
her handiwork, she took Henri's
shaving soap and razor, lather-
ed the now bristly head, and
shaved it clean! •
When Henri returned with
the doctor, she exclaimed: "You
shouldn't advertise your indis-
cretions, Henri dear, quite so
openly in future."
Some men, of course, really
like when their wives treat
them harshly. Poor tame, male
mice! To the unutterable bore-
dom of their fellows, •they make
conversational capital out of ,
"Heard of my Sheila's latest do?
On Wednesday nights I have to
bath the dog, then en Thurs-
days baby-sit for Mrs. Sniggers
while she and the ' wife hop off
to the movies, and on Fridays
." And so it goes on.
However, for the height of
trouser -wearing acts, think of
the dentist's wife in Warsaw.
Her husband's small -talk, al-
ways
of his teeth and clients,
first sickened, then crazed her.
So, one day she enticed him
into his own dental chair and
put him° to sleep with gas.
Frenziedly, she whipped out two
of his teeth, and was vigorous-
ly tugging al. a third molar
when he came to and, with an
agonizing yell, bounded out of
his chair.
"Now you've got some real
and most interesting news to
tell me' about teeth!" she shriek-
ed hysterically,
Women, proverbially, have the
last word. And certainly one
Lancashire lassie did. On her
husband's death she had him
cremated and used some of his
ashes to operate her egg -timer,
"Now," she told her friends,
"I've got the lazy old so-and-so
working for me at last!"
Death Dive * Lunging into space, William W. Failey, Washingle:fa
D. C., leaps fo his death from the roof of a three-story hotel at
Phoenix, Ariz. Failey left a note to his brother saying he was
"too sick to go on" and then made his death leap as hundreds
of horrified spectators looked an,