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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1956-03-08, Page 2TABLE 'While eggs are among the easiest of all foods to cook, it is surprising how many women -- and men, too — manage to :nnisuse them. Whether they are cooked in water, in a frying pan, or in the oven, the fun- damental rule is to use low or moderate heat. Eggs cooked at high temperature have a way of becoming tough and leath- ery. So now for a few egg reci- pes. * OMELET 4 Eggs 4 tablespoons milk or water )/s teaspoon salt Vs teaspoon pepper 1 tablespoon butter Plain Beat eggs slightly. Add mile or water, salt and pepper and blend thoroughly. Melt butter in frying pan. Pour mixture into hot pan. Reduce heat and cook omelet very slowly, until firm and brown on the bottom, about 5 minutes. During cook- ing lift edges with a spatula to allow uncooked mixture to run underneath. Crease omelet through centre with spatula, fold over, serve on a hot plat- ter. Yield: 3 4 servings. £ * * Fluffy Separate yolks from whites of eggs. Beat whites until stiff, but not dry. Add milk or wat- er, salt, pepper to egg yolks. Beat well. Fold yolks into whites. Melt butter in frying pan. Pour mixture into hot pan. Reduce heat and cook very slowly until omelet is browned underneath, well puffed, and be- ginning to shrink from sides of pan, 10 - 15 minutes.. Then place omelet in a slow oven, 300°F., until top is dry, about 10 minutes. Crease omelet through centre with spatula, fold over, serve on a hot plat- ter. Yield: 3 - 4 servings. . Variations: Before folding: Spread omelet with jelly or jam. Cover omelet with grated cheese. Cover omeiel with zee to 1 cup creamed chicken or ham. Spread omelet with fried or creamed mushrooms. Add. 1 cup chopped ham or bacon or cooked mushrooms to omelet before mixture is cook- ed. * * * FRENCH TOAST 2 eggs ' 1 cup milk 1 tablespoon sugar (optional) /s teaspoon salt Pepper 6 1 -inch slices bread 3 tablespoons butter Blend together slightly beat- en eggs, milk, sugar, salt and pepper. Dip both sides of each slice of bread into the mix- ture. Melt butter in frying pan, brown slices of bread on both sides in hot fat. Place on a hot platter and serve at once. Yield: 6 slices. * * * Variations: Serve with butter and salt and pepper, jelly, jam, honey, maple syrup, applesauce, bac- on, sausage or ham. 9 * SOUFFLE le cup butter ea cup flour lr/ cups milk 1 teaspoon salt Few grains pepper 4 egg yolks 2 cups *cooked vegetables, meat, poultry or fish, minced or finely chopped or 2 cups grated cheese 4 egg whites Melt butter. Blend in flour. Gradually add milk. Cook, stir- ring constantly, until sauce thickens. Add seasonings. Add slowly to beaten e g g yolks. Cool. Mix vegetable, meat, fish, poultry or cheese into the sauce and fold into the stiffly beaten egg whites. Pour into a buttered six cup casserole and oven -poach in a moderate oven, 350°F., until firm, about 1 hour, or use six individual baking dishes and cook about 40 min- utes. Yield: 6 servings. * * * Variations: Use 2 cups cooked diced as- paragus. Use 2 cups minced chicken, turkey or ham. Use 2 cups cooked minced lamb, add 1 teaspoon curry to the sauce. Use 11 cups minced chicken, turkey or ham with 1 cup chopped celery. * * * CUSTARD 4 eggs ee cup sugar ee teaspoon salt 3 cups milk ea teaspoon vanilla Beat eggs slightly. Add su- gar and s a 1 t, blending well. Scald milk and add slowly to mixture. Add vanilla. Stir custard mixture until well blended. Pour into custard cups or large baking dish: Yield: 6 servings, * * * To Bake: • Place in a pan Of hot water and oven -poach in a moderate oven, 350°F., until custard is firm and silver knife inserted in the centre comes out clean. Bake large custards 11/2 hours and small custards 1 hour. To Pressure Cook: Cover each custard cup with two layers of waxed paper and tie securely with string. Place r/a cup water in pressure sauce- pan and place custard cups on rack. Cover and allow all air to escape. Cook at 15 pounds pressure for 3 minutes. Cool cooker quickly. * * * Variations: . Add fruit flavours, cocoa- nut, cereals, coffee, chocolate, marshmallows, rice, honey, maple syrup or caramel. * SOFT CUSTARD (Custard Sauce) 2 eggs or 4 egg yolks ee cup sugar lee teaspoon salt 2 cups hot milk yes teaspoon vanilla Beat eggs slightly. Add su- gar and salt. Gradually add hot milk, Add vanilla, Cook in a double boiler, stirring con- stantly, until mixture thick- ens and coats a silver spoon, about 5 minutes. Yield: 31/2 cups custard sauce. KS DEATHLY BEAUTY — Conditions which produced this "Swan Lake" on ice in London, England, ere responsible for over 300 deaths. Cold, snow and storms, worst in a century, have whip- ped England and the continent this winter. Swans are roosting on the surface of Wimbledon Commons Lake, usually an open haven for the birds. Y�3 JUMBO CARGO 'COPIER -`this weird -looking craft is the world's largest helicopter, The pressure -jet, single -rotor 'copter can lift and transport cargoes of 10 tons or more, WHAT DID'THEY,DO WITH THE LAMPS? — Lamp -shade -like straws for summer are going to be "the thing/' if. these chapeaux are straws in fashion's spring breeze.Shown (recently he are, from left: Yellow straw with small bow; white straw, with draped, printed beige straw. Was It A Curse Or Coincidence? His real name was.Rodolpho d'Antonguolla. He was an Itali- an immigrant to the U.S.A 'who at one time worked as a dish- washer and found his way into police records as a petty racketeer. He is remez'nbcied ',to -day " as Rudolph Valentino, f am e d through the world • as the per- fect loverinthe era of the 'si- lent screen. He became a dancing partner, a chorus boy, a, Hollywood ex- tra; and for , his part in the film that brought him fame he thought hirpself well paid at $15 a day. When he died, aged thirty- one, " nearly thirty years ago, some 100 people were injured In hysterical riots at the funer- al parlour. Because of. the fear that harm might be done, a wax effigy, it is rumoured, was stab- stituted for the corpse. Now, amid the legends that have gathered around Valenti - no's name, one strange story survive and seems to have a sinister and murderous life of its own. Addicted to superstitious bau- bles, he always wore a platinum slave bracelet on his wrist andeet one day noticed in the window •- of a San Francisco trinket shop e ring that closely matched it. With a semi-precious stone sur- rounded by beaten silver of fa- miliar Oriental pattern, the ring exerted a peculiar facsination on the sleek -haired star of the silent days. The shopman told him it was a lucky ring that had brought fortune and fame. But he warned him that the ring might prove equally unlucky and al- so had a record of murder and assault. This gimmick undoubtedly put up the price — for no doubt the shopman recognized his custom- er as Valentino, then at the height of his fame, He bought the ring and wore it in his next film, "The Young Rajah," and the movie was such an appal- ling flop that it resulted in a two-year absence from the screen for him. He scarcely wore the ring again until he used it as a -cos- tume prop for "The Son of the Sheik." This was to prove the last picture he ever made. Three weeks after he finished it he went to New York for a holiday — and he was wearing the ring when he suffered an acute attack of appendicitis from which he subsequently died. Weeping hysterically, film star Pola Negri collapsed by the coffin. She chose the ring as a keepsake from among Valen- tino's personal trinkets, vowing she would cherish it until they (net again. There followed for Pola a period of ill -health and mis- fortune that threatened her fame in the movie firmament. But she met a Valentino, soon- er Ulan she thought. Or at least she met Russ Co- lombo, who was almost the dead film star's double, Russ, too, was winning the feminine hearts of America, running neck and neck with Bing Crosby and Rudy Vallee in the crooner stakes. And when Pola was in- troduced to him m person it was with a thrill of recognition that she saw another Valen- tino. They were teamed together in picture work and the actress tried to take the newcomer under her wing, coaching him through the Hollywood maze. She gave him Rudolph's ring with the remark, "From one Valentino tc, another" , , , but the jinx was listening!! That sante week Russ Colom- bo was killed hi a motoring ace cident. Again the morbid. crowds attempted to make a Valentino holiday out of his funeral. Again bola wept, Russ's cousin gave the ring to the man whom he knew had been Russ's best friend, the singer Joe Casino. He, too, was in his heyday of popularity ---- and taking 'no chances on the ring's evil reputation. Instead, he kept' it under glass on his mantelpiece as a memento of his dead friend. At one time he was pressed to do- nate the ring to a museum of Valentino relics, but Joe Ca- sino refused, insisting that he treasured it on sentimental. grounds. Perhaps with the passing of time the aura of wickedness around the ring became. 'for- gotten. He wore the ring and a week later, .with the tragic circlet on his finger, he was killed by a truck. The newspapers were imme- diaely hot . on the trail of the •• tragic coincidence. Joe's bro- ther asserted that if only Joe had given the ring away he would have been alive and well. But he decided that he could not be intimidated by a ghost and at last he wore the ring. Nothing happened. The ring was lent to a collec- tor of Valentino relics. He, too, seems to - have escaped un- scathed. But one night the Los Angeles police shot and killed a burglar named James Willis— ancd the prized Valeetino ring was found in his loot. A curse—or coincidence? It was noted that all the act- or's exotic costumes, which were carefully stored by a mo- vie studio for years, brought nothing but bad luck to actors who wanted them for pictures of their own. Then Hollywood producer Edward Small decided to make a film based on Valentino's life. His choice was Jack Dunn, formerly the skating partner to ice star Sonja Henie. Like Russ Colombo, Jack -Dunn bore an astonishing resemblance to Valentino. To show just how great that resemblance was, he dressed up in Valentino's clothes for a film test ... and wore the hoodoo ring. He was only twenty-one years old, and ten days later he died of a rare blood disease called tula- remia. This is a disease of rabbits but infection can be spread into the hands by persons skinning rabbits.. With this clue, scientists • examined the jinx ring ... but it bore no tularemic traces. Jack Dunn was the Last man to wear the Valentino ring. After the tragedy it was rushed out of sight. But still there was a sequel. It came in a daring daylight raid on a bank in Los Angeles when the thieves succeeded in getting away with a record $200,000 haul. Three people were injured an a subsequent shooting affray when two of the hold-up gang -were caught. The •ringleader, Al- . fred Hahn, was ultimately jailed for life. He couldn't hope to be lucky, For among the valuables stored in the bank's safe deposit was the Valentino ring. The Island That Wasn't There Even to enter the harbour at Deception Island was an eerie experience. I was an able sea- man on the Argentine cutter -'Bejar" whose patrol duty ex- tended from St. Cruz, in South Argentina, down -to the South Shetland Islands in the Ant- arctic. It was late September when we put into the mysterious har- bour, which was entered through a gap between two pinnacle mountains. Two ran- ges extended from them, like pincers. • These ranges were . covered . with snow right down ' to within six feet of the beaches. 'Why does the snow end like that -so' abruptly?" I asked Ro- jez, the bos'un. "Look at the beaches," he ex- plained. "They are made up of volcanic ash. Dig a foot down and you'll blister your hand." The harbour was filled with ice drifts, and we picked our • way through them to a rickety pier which is sometimes used as a base for whaling ships. "But they never stay long," said Rojez. "Nobody does. They say it would take only a small earthquake to collapse those two . mountain peaks, and if they did collapse we'd be caught in the middle and crushed to death." As he spoke the two pinnacles seemed to totter in the sky. "Deception Island," Rojez added, "is well -named. The whaling men say that some- times it's not here, It vanishes one year and reappears the next." There certainly seemed to be something mysterious about the island. It just didn't stand still. I said there was drift ice in the harbour when we steam- ed in. Two hours later there wasn't one piece of ice there. The tide rushed in and out with the swiftness of a mill run. The beaches lengthened and everywhere steam rose from them. Through the vapour the mountains seemed to tremble and waver. Ghostly music followed the wind out rt the ravines and into the harbour. I had been detailed with two others, Able Seamen Ruiz and Mora, to take the ship's gig and catch some fish outside the harbour for the eevning meal, writes Roderick Bentz in "An- swers." It was noon when we rowed away from the ship. We rowed about three miles then threw our lines overboard. By late afternoon the gig was filled to the gunwales with our catch . Time had gone swiftly as we hauled in the fish, and we had been too busy tonotice our drift. At last we called it a day and got ready to start back to Deception Island. FLYING SNAKE The Pichaquate is a light green snake that inhabits the wild Yaqui Indian country of Sonora, Mexico. The venomous reptile lives in trees and sails through the air like a flying squirrel. The little snake is not equipped with wings but flat- tens itself out like a ribbon be- fore sailing from one tree to another. The reptile has a hook or fang on the end of its tail resembling the stinger of. a scorpion. Yaqui Indians, when traveling through that part of their coon- try, carry a short stick with which to ward off the snake. The Indians travel single file along the narrow paths and when a snake is sighted sailing through the air, they pass word down the Line by shout- ing "Pichaquate." Mora and 1 grabbed the oars and Ruiz went to the stern and took the taller, We started pull- ing, and then I heard Ruiz give a startled • gasp. "Look," he said in an awed voice. "Where in heaven's name is the island?" I looked around. I scanned every inch of the horizon through the 360 degrees Of the compass. There was nothing on the horizon, no island, Y,othing at all. Ruiz crossed himself. Mora sat transfixed, just staring at nothing. "We are cursed." he said. We then tried to find out how the island, which an hour beforehand loo nee large and safe in the distance, had eranished while we were fishing. We discussed it fervently but were baffled. Night came and it got colder. September is springtime in the Antartic, but it is always cold. Our seamen's jackets were no proof against it and I.:,ould hear the fish crackle, freezing" already, as I. shifted my feet. It was useless to try to sleep. If nothing happened by morn- ing, it was decided, we would start to row towards the many uncharted islands spreading out from the South Shetland group. I remembered what Rojez had. said. about the island appearing and disappearing. "Maybe we'll see the island again in the morning," I said. I began to feel uneasy about Mora. He was an Argentinian from • Buenos Aires. This was his first trip, and, in fact, the first time he had ever left his native city during the whole of his life. Obviously he was badly frightened bywhat had hap- pened, and had- now begun to sing in a cracked voice. Once Rulz slapped him to shock away his. hysteria but Mora didn't even notice it. "He's going crazy," said Ruiz, and I agreed. Mora kept at it, louder and louder, and finally many hours later when it was near morning, he gave a great cry, plunged over the side of the gig• and disappeared. Morning came at last. Care- fully we scanned the horizon. There was nothing in sight. We rowed for some time. At least we managed to get our- selves warm again. 1 held the bow oar and Ruiz was in the stern, our backs to the bow it- self. He turned to say something to me:. Suddenly his face went white. "Look!" he gasped. "Ahead of us l" I turned and saw it. A ship began to emerge into sight. First the bow, thenthe e mid - whole ships, and finally the vessel. It was like an appari- tion materializing. There was no fog out of which it could emerge, yet it just seemed to appear slowly out of Laowhe'e It was the "Bejar." The skipper came down and asked us what had hap- pened. We told hire ,ust as I have recorded it here. "The island disappeared?" he said, and he bit his lip and looked at us suspiciously once again. "Come up on deck," he said at last. We • followed him, and then he pointed off the stern quarter, and I could see the two mysterious pinnaclei' of mountains and the ranges ex- tending from them. I rubbed my eyes. "It's unbelievable," I said, "but I tell Fdu -thehat's exactly what happen is- land disappeared." A little lated Rojez, the ship's bo'sun, spoke to me. "I heard your story," he said, "arid frankly I can quite believe it, Don't assume that you've merely lost your mind and were imagining th' igs e t there. They say that if you approach the island it'orn a certain angle you won't see a thing. It's like the shimmer set up in the desert when you see a mirage, The horizon just seems to continue and there's n island visible." GENUINE "PERCH" SPECIMENS Fish join the ranks of bird watchers for perhaps the first time, in this unusual atjuariutt in London, England. Canaries are in al bubble -like cage, sus- pended in the water. bisplay was 0 feature of the 12th annual National Exhibition of Caged Birds and Aquaria,