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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, ` LE `F /1` clam 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. * * 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, ,u u* 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. *** „ 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. * 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.) * , 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. * * 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,