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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1941-11-07, Page 6T E XING E illy ANNE ALLAN Hydre Homo ieonomist { WPM VW BUDGET DESSERTS-„ tell;o Homemakers! Do you know Aches to make plenty of delectable des - Seats --and so keep your family "sweet tempered"? In this age of counting :calories, some people turn down ev- ery dessert but fruit. A tart, tangy fruit salad nit moulded in gela- tine,' makes -i. pe ular ending to any -meal. * * * With milk desserts you,„can see that. .your children get their four glasses of milk, daily. Puddings of the cornstarch- type, home-made or prepared, and rice milk desserts will solve your problem. * * * There's a whole army of bread pud- dings from which to choose--differ- lag only in flavour area seasonings. The perfect bread pudding is really a custard with a. little bread or cake added. Some cooks make' themistake of trying toitIse up all the "left -overs" in the breadpbox. For variation try: Bread pudding with Australian rais- ins, maple syrup, with a drop of mo- lasses and a smooth blending of spic- es, caramel bread pl1(dding, or choco- late, topped with jam and fluffy mer- ingue. * * ,* ]Serve every dessert attractively. Use the right dishes. Garnish 'bland desserts like cream puddings with chocolate sauce or crushed fruit. * * * GELATINE PUDDINGS Sweet jellies, sponges, creams and charlottes are the four classes of gel- atine puddings. Sweet Jelly 2 lbs. granulated gelatine. 1/4 to 1 cup.sugar ea cup cold water 3 cups boiling liquid (water, fruit juice or coffee). Soak the gelatine in cold water for five minutes. Pour half of the boil- ing liquid ori the gelatine and stir un- til dissolved. .Add,the sugar, stir to dissolve it, then add the •,remainder of the liquid either hot or cold. If cold liquid is used, the mixture• will set more quickly. Pour into a cold, wet mould and chill. Serves six. Variation: Fruit gelatine — Make lemon or orange jelly and add 1 cup ,prepared fresh or canned fruit when the jelly is beginning to set. * *, * Bread Pudding cups' •bread crumbs 1 quart scalded,•milk 2-3 eggs 1/3 cup sugar % teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon vanilla lug cup melted butter. Prepare the crumbs, omitting the crusts. Cover with scalded milk and soak 15 minutes. Beat the eggs, add the sugar, salt, butter and vanilla and combine with crumbs and milk, Bake one hour in a buttered pudding dish in a moderate oven (325 deg. F.) Serves eight. Variations : Caramel — Caramelize the sugar of the recipe and dissolve in the milk, More sugar may be add- ed it sweeter pudding is desired. Chocolate: Melt 2 ounces of choc- olate; add to the milk, The whites of eggs may be used for making a meringue, which should -'be spread ov- er the top of the pudding about 10 minutes before it is removed from the oven. This pudding may be flav- oured with 1 teaspoon cinnamon. Orange Marmalade: Add 1 cup of orange marmalade to the mixture and omit the sugar of the recipe. * * * Plain Cake Mixture For Pudding 14 cup shortening 2/3 cup sugar 1 egg 21/4 cups flour 1/z teaspoon salt 4 teaspoons baking powder 1 cup milk 1 teaspoon vanilla. Cream the shortening and sugar and add the beaten egg. Sift together the flour, salt and baking powder and add to the first mixture alternately with the milk. Add vanilla. Turn iit- to greased individual moulds and steam for one hour. • Serve with a sauce. The pudding may also be bak- ed at 350 degrees F. for about 40 minutes in oven. Serves 3-10. Variations: Cottage — When this pudding is baked, it is called a cot- tage pudding. Serve with lemon, fruit, caramel, maple, chocolate or butterscotch sauce. Cherry: Add 1 cup of fresh er canned cherries. Bake or steam in individual moulds. Serve with cher: ay sauce. Cobblers: Pour the batter over fresh or canned fruit which is from 1 to 2 inches deep in a buttered bak- ing pan. Bake in moderate oven un- til cake is done. Peaches, plums, apples or berries . make a delicious Anne Allen invites you to write to cobbler: To make mincemeant cob- her c/o The Huron Expositor. Just bler, put mincemeant 1 inch deep in send in your questions on homemak- a greased baking,.,.dish and cover with ing problems and watch this little • TR! Abouts 3/3 etna in#ii? 2 'tablespoons Ungar if desired. Sift airy ingredients. Rub lin the fat with the tips of the' fingers or use two knives me a pastry mixer. Add the liquid and stir just enough to combine ingredients. Serves 6 to 8, Variations: Dutch Apple Cake— Spread tea biscuit dough about 2/3 inch thick in a greased baking pan. Arrange wedge-shaped apples close close together over the top in rows. Sprinkle thickly with sugar and cin- namon and bake. Boiled Dumrplings: Drop the dough in sweetened bilitrg fruit: Cover close- ly and 'boil gently 20 minutes. Prunes, cherries or berries are most desir- able fruits to use. Serve with hard sauce. Crow's Nest: Put quartered tart e,pples in a greased pie tin. Set in a moderate oven to heat the apples. Make soft dough, and spread over the top. Bake in quick oven. Wheii done, remove from the oven, turn bottom side up and spread over the top a mixture of brown sugar and. butter. Sprinkle wibh nutmeg and serve hot with cream. ' * * * Take A Tip: 1. Bread made of milk or part milk instead of water will have' a browner and tenderer crust. 2. When measuring m o 1 ass es, grease the cup first. The -syrup will run easily and there will be no waste. 3. -To prevent pies' from boiling ov- er, remember the instruction given at the Cooking School, using strips of wet butter paper or parohment paper around the edge of the pie plate— the strips should be an inch and a half wide. 4. The quantity of meringue for pies and puddings can be almost dou- bled, by adding a teaspoonful of cold water to the egg whites. * * * QUESTION BOX Miss S. PM. asks: "How can I vook a meringue, and be sure it will be light?" Answer: The quality of all mer- ingues should be light as the down on a dandelion stem. Bake in oven at 325 degrees- for seven minutes. It is the hot, quick cooking that makes a good white meringue tough. Mrs. L. D. sends in this sugges- tion: "Today, Homemakers are mak- ing cakes without fat in order that the butter may be sent overseas, but many find difficulty in making this type of cake. Cakes made without fat depend largely upon stiffly -beaten egg whites for their lightness. Do not skimp on eggs in the fatless cake. cne inch of butter. Bake and serve with bard sauce or cream. * * Biscuit Dough Puddings 2 cups pastry flour 4 teaspoons baking powder l,.; teaspoon salt 2-4 tablespoons fat corner of the column for replies. Results The greatest results in life are us- ually attained ' by simple qualities. These may for the most part be summed up in these i vo—common- sense and perseverance,—Feltham 5 Boys we've known since babies • We see them board the train after their last leave home ... boys we've Known since they were babies. We say "Good Luck . > , we're all pulling for you", as we bid them Good Bye. But are we? Are we"pulling".,.all we can? What are we doing to help them? Are we giving them the. things they need so badly .. ships and tanks and guns and planes and ammunition? Are we giving them all they'need? That's one thing we can do .-.. we who stay at home ... one thing we must do. We must provide the money so much needed to win the war ... and one way to do that is to buy more War Savings Certificates. The help of every Canadian is Victory. In these days of war the selfish spender is a traitor to our A'reduction in personal spending is needed for thoughtless, war effort. now a vital necessity to relieve the pressure for goods, to enable more and more labour and materials to be diverted to winning the war. The all out effort, which Canada must make, demands this self-denial of each of us. SUPPORT THE WAR WEAPONS DRIVE IN YOUR COMMUNITY Published by the IVar Savings Cemmiues, Ottawa $PIMD LESS... TO BUY MORE { EXINKIT9 . INISVEIWRI44 1941. � p CHAMPION I' OWM1N WIN" P i ' Gold Medalist Silver Medalist. Elmer Armstrong Marshall Deans The Salada Tea Championship Class at the International Plowing March recently held near Peterborough brought together leading plowmen from all over Ontario. Competition was keen. Winners of trips were Elmer Armstrong of St. Pauls and Marshall Deans of Paris. If restrictions do not forbid,. Salada will give them a Transcontinental Tour to points of agricul- tural interest in the United States and Canada. The next twelve winners in the event received prizes from $25.00 to $5.00. "Cookie" Lost All Fear After Being Bombed (By Margaret Butcher) Here is the heart -stirring tale of an ordinary every day . Englis'hwo- man—a waitress in a restaurant— who having lost herhusband and two babies and lying three . days unconscious in the bombed ruins of her home carries on with the in- domitable courage of her race. Add the story of the two Russian re- fugees and Margaret Butcher has given us a letter out of the ordin- ary, It was written specially for the Free Press Herald and The Huron Expositor, In the gardens near here I met "Cookie." (No, I don't know her real name; it doesn't matter, anyhow!) She is tall and fair and smiling; one of those people whom one recognizes at once as clear -minded and sympa- thetic. She works in a local restaur- ant, where I have often -seen her, looking very neat and smart in a white linen coat with red facings. She ! about twice my size, and looks down on me with a friendly eye. I've often thought it might be nice to talk to "Cookie.P And today the chance came. How does one slip from one sub- ject to another—front commonplaces to intimate things? I don't know; but it just happens that way. That's how it was with Cookie and me. It was her afternoon off—and mane too—so we walked together as far as the gate; and in that comparatively short distance I found out much. The chief thing I discovered is that I was right about her. She didn't tell me a 'hard - luck story, or anything like that; it was just a normal exchange of views, during which the facts crept in some- how; and that is Chow I learnt that Cookie is -a bra-ve an wonderful wo- man. She doesn't think so, of course: she is merely of the opinion—and no mean one, at that!—that one should help others over the bad patches; and never mind about' repayment or thanks or praise. She seemed to re- gard it as a rather ordinary affair, but I wondered (and am still wonder- ing) if it is humanly possible, to get much further tha,p,that. I doubt it. Cookie—almost needless to remark —has been bombed out; and. I find that this uncomfortable experience happened uneasily near my old home in London. Candidly, I'm glad it was no longer my home at that time! This little bit of information crop- ped up when we spoke of clothes. Be- ing women, I guess we shall be par- doned for giving a Pew words to that. Cookie lost everything in the world; every stitch except a splinter -torn nightdress, it seems; , and then the story followed: Nightmare of Death For nine months she lived in that nightmare of fire and' crashes and death; and during that time she lost over forty pounds in weight—and who can wonyter at it? "I was so frightened, most of the time," she said, stating a 'simple fact. "It was a terrible strain," Then came the night when it hap- pened. She and another woman sat on their beds, listening to that fright- ful din. "We heard two drop quite near," she said, "and we heard the houses fall. Then a third dropped, and my friend said, 'Well, there won't be any more now, We'll be all right now.' And directly she had spoken it came—that whistling sound, and now right over us. We clapped our hands to our ears , , and that's the last thing I remember. I don't even re- member being hit by anything. I just passed right out" How one hopes that it is often as merciful as that! That was on a Thursday..night. On Saturday afternoon Cookie was bail- ed out of the ruins and laid, a rag- ged and unconscious creature, on the sidewalk. "It was 'cold and rainy," said Cook- ie, "and' I think it was the rain on my face that brought me round." She is vague about all that; frir a whole week nieinory ilidYl't fun'otion. That week II -.stili utmost a blank. In hos- pital she just lay and thought of noth- ing. Then, when ehe had recovered from her slight injuries—another mir- acle!—she went back to what stood for her as ordinary life. .• Fear Had Disappeared A strange thing had come to pass., She wasn't frightened any more. There were plenty of raids after that, of course, but she just went on—'feel- ing as 1f'hothing much were happen- ing' as she put it. The worst had happened and fear was dead. During the Cwo nights and nearly two days when she had lain unconscious under the ruins this queer change had come about. The human brain, obviously, can register just so much of any emo- tion, and then no more. I suppose t either gives way or takes on a new phase of strength and immunity. That, I am sure, is what has happened to many of these courageous and won- derfully sane people. A few days after she came out of hospital she and another woman or two were in the thick of it again, making tea in a kitchen and taking it out to the rescue squad. Three hundred cups of tea in one night. There was no mobile canteen to be found then; only Cookie and her cups of,,. tea to help .and cheer those dust - choked workers. How grateful they must have been! Somehow I can see her: gentle and brisk and normal; entirely fearless in that hell -let -loose of fire and crashing ruin; moving among the dead to bring those. wel- come cups of tea to the sweating, grimy men who were risking their lives. There is something almost fan- tastic about it. Boiling kettles, warming teapots, ladling out the quan- tities; and all the while the most hid- eous things in„'history are going on in the streets round about. The odd part of it is that, three or four years ago, I'll wager, Cookie saw nothing dramatic or in the least sig- nificant ibnificant in a teapot. It was just one of those things in a cook's life. Now, if Cookie had armorial bearings, a teapot—surely?—should have pride of place as her crest. Cookie and her teapot, going out to meet what seem- ed like certain death . . . and not a pleasant one. I am beginning to wonder if I shall ever drink another cup of tea without having the thought of her somewhere at the back of my mind. Imagine how I stood there, at the gate of those gardens, looking up at her, savoring the sheer drama of this quiet, gentle -voiced woman's story. I don't mind confessing that I couldn't see her very well just then, for my eyes had grown foggy, somehow. But Cookie is the kind one needn't feel self-conscious about. I just went on Iooking foggy, for I am sure she un- derstood , , . and I think she liked me for it. Not All the Story You see, that isn't quite all the story, There was something else, ra- ther a long while ago—when she was a very young woman indeed. Cookie isn't even middleaged yet, but experi- ence hasn't passed her over—or treated her kindly. Her husband and two babies were killed ,in a car acci- dent, and she herself was badly in- jured. She didn't want to go on at all; I guess that's easy to understand. But there was a doctor: a lifelong friend of her husband's; and he took things in hand Wben he thought that she had had long enough to cherish her grief, poor thing. He must have been a wise and sensible doctor, for he told her that there was something ahead of her; something for which she shad to •'buck up' and face Life again. I expect he knew our Cookie well enough to see that nothing so good as that should be wasted. She laughed a little here, remem- bering, "He slapped me!" she said. "A real hard slap," Excellent, Doctor! So that is the story of Cookie—who was slapped ba:ek to harsh reality, to perform marvels of courage with the teapot, and show the rest of us how a human being can behave at a tine when behaviour Is dreadfully import- ant, The world Is a mad place, of. course, but it lel certainly turning out some ;fine folk. 1 have a, cup of tea beside me at this moment. 1 raiSe it to -- Cookie, one of the best! Joke From Last War Yesterday, while l was listening to the radio, with its grim news of this ever -spreading business, I found my- self thinking, once again, of some- thing that bas popped into my, brain many times lately. 1 wonder if any- body else has recalled that particu- lar- scrap from the dim time now known as .'the last war?' I don't re - 'member reading anything about It, but it is extraordinaryily apt. Just a joke in one of our best-known hum- orous periodicals; that's all. But the artist who illustrated it never amag; in•ed, I'm sure, that he was perpetuat- ing something which, in another 25 years, was going to shave a grims—and quite staggering — significance. He simply showed us a drawing of a countryman talking to a city dweller; the caption made us all laugh at the time. The countryman is saying: "We've talked it over in this vil- lage, and we've decided to „be neu- tral." To bring it thoroughly up to date one merely substitutes the word 'country' for `village' and . . : well, there you are! One feels a great temptation to add some such nice, comprehensive phrase, as 'World pa- pers please copy.' - , .Meanwhile, our temporary lull is still on us: but it's a prickly sort of lull, and one feels, very acutely, that it's no time to drop vigilance. All eyes are on the Russians—putting up their splendid stand. I lived. with H.usrians for many months, so they do not seem at all strange to me. Their language, of course, is appal- lingly, difficult—judging by the sound of it. All ,i( -could ever learn was 'Yes' and the equivalent of 'Nothing doing.' ' Not the last word in conver- sational prowess, it must be admit- ted. But they were folk of tremen- dous courage: the sort of courage one uses in everyday life—perhaps the most difficult sort of all. Madame a Real Sport When I knew them they were dog- gedly running a tiny ;general store— without previous experience — and making a go of it, `too. Little Ma- dame, with her dark eyes and high cheek -bones, worked like mad, 'day in and day out, keeping the house clean, into the bargain, and—when she could possibly find .a' spare hour—getting down to her flower -painting. It- was quite good painting, too. She 'was very tendperamental, ,of course; sub- ject to fits of gloom which always reminded me of some weird one -act play of former days; and I am afraid I used to laugh immoderately and in the worst possible taste, But she was a real sport, and never took of- fense. 'I am seely,' she would say. 'I know it. You dear. Margaret, are so good for me.' And then she would laugh and snap. out of it. Actually, their sense of humor is very like ours —we so often found ourselves being tremendously amused by the same things: the things which I had al- ways imagined to be peculiar to our: British brand of levity. Monsieur, wbo had lived in every ers This will remind you that Dr.Chase's Syrup is just as de- pendable as ever for the relief of Coughs, Colds, Bronchitis, eta. 35 & 75 country in Europe, I believe, had a strong political instinct which almost amounted to an extra sense. Madden- ingly enough, I have forgotten most of the things he told me, but all that he predicted of France has come true —and that was right at the start of the war, in the opening weeks. The Russians, I should say, have the fac- ulty, of looking ahead—if he is any- thing to (judge by. They were gener- ous folk, too, and whenever Madame came -to see me after, perhaps on that precious half-day when the shop was closed, she always brought some can- dy and a few flowers from the little garden. We would talk a mixture of French and English (in view of my notable paucity of . Russian!) and the time passed very pleasantly. It was I, in feet, who taught her most of her English, in exchange for, a pol-' ishing-up of my French... Perhaps, some day, we shall ' get in ouch again; but one loses sight of people all too easily nowadays. I once bought a little painting pf hers, and I shall keep' that. A souvenir of a very plucky and very sporting little body. Onion Heart -Breaking The Allotment bulletin is satisfac- tory—in pares. The Anions are hea_t- breaking; one- might suspect witch- craft, so add are the things which happen to them. But—the potatoes are monsters, the marrows ripe and the tur,ips coming along,, The cucum- bers have given up their attempts to climb the tree, and those awful sun- flowers have now shot up to ten feet. As for artichokes, I can see myself living on . them almost exclusively during the coming winter, so prolific is the visible portion. Just now I am acutely marrow -conscious; several ev- eniegs, indeed., have been spent in ef- forts to make jam, with marrow as the chief ingredient. Things have turned out not too badly, though a mere lodger with nothing but a gas - ring and a pint saucepan cannot be over -ambitious. The main thing, how- ever, is to get some winter provender together, and that we are all doing. We don't intend to capitulate for want of jam . . . to say nothing of the fact that we certainly shouldn't get any jam if we did. ICOSAC `1)0eT-' ' FOR A MILD, -COOL; SMOKE F�eSNAPSFIOT GUILD RAINY WEATHER PICTURES isieleieeseele eesesessee -Don't worry about rain—just seize the picture chances that it creates, indoors and out. Try indoor shots such as this, using your photo lights to brighten up the shadow side' of the subject. RAINY weather brings its own picture opportunities, and there's no need to fold up your aamera and tuck it away when the water comes showering down. Rather, you should have the cam- era out and keep It doubly busy. Rain brings you reflections on the wet streets—a misty quality in the air that lends interest to scenes about town—and a chance for many human -interest shots. Pictures of people hurrying along under umbrellas—window-shopping in streaming raincoats—these are interesting additions to the album simply because they're so rare. Rain also brings you many an in- teresting,'detaiI", shot—such as the spurting -gutter-spout, or the wet umbrella and overshoes in the hall, in a small puddle of their own making. Such snaps can be both interesting and pictorial. And what about outdoor scenes, taken through a. streaming or rain.spat- tered window? Just focus sharply on the window itself, and if the-., scene beyond is a bit out of focus, so much the better -At will have more of a genuine rainy -day feel- ing. If it's a rainy afternoon, the children will be at home. Seize this opportunity for those indoor shots that need a daylight effect. The rainy -day ljght is soft —not__ harsh like direct sun- Supplement it with the photo light that you use for night shots, and you'll ob- tain delighted' pictures—Billy at a windodr, with ball and catcher's mitt, peering out at the wet land- scape; Betty with her paper dolls on the window -seat. You'll like the quality of these "indoor -daylight" pictures. The purpose of using the photo lights is just to brighten up the shadow,' side of your subject. The proper film is a high-speed type, such as you use, for night snap- -shots. This film is also hest for Outdoor shots on a rainy day— it's faster, and so you can make snapshot exposures despite thea. weaker light. Don't fret about rainy days. Take advantage ' of them. They bring you picture opportunities that are dove]--interesting=and lend va- riety to your album.., 330 John van Cluilder sa: e