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The Seaforth News, 1955-11-24, Page 2TABLE TALKS Are your folks fond of pud- dings? Most families are — so here are recipes for some really delightful ones which I hope yeu'ii try — and enjoy, * s * SPICY APPLE PUDDING TOPPING I.% cups water 1 teaspoon salt 3 cup uncooked rice IA cup of sugar 2 teaspoons cinnamon 3 cups firmly packed, coarsely chopped, peeled, cooking apples 2 tablespoons lemon juice 32 marshmallows (n/ pound) Put water, salt, and rice in 2 - quart saucepan and bring to vigorous boil. Turn heat as low ea possible. Cover saucepan; leave over low heat 15 minutes. Add sugar and cinnamon. Pour the lemon juice over apples and mix into rice mixture. Pour into a 13A -quart baking dish. Place marshmallows o ver pudding, completely covering top. Bake at 850° F. for 30 minutes, or until marshmallows are browned. * * * NUT BROWN PUDDING 34 cup butter 1 cup sugar s4 teaspoon salt 34 teaspoon each. nutmeg and cloves 1 teaspoon cinnamon 1 egg 184 cups milk 2 cups dry bread crumbs 34 cup each, seedless raisins and chopped nuts 1 teaspoon soda 2 tablespoons warm water Cream butter with sugar salt, and spices Add egg. Beat until smooth. Pour milk over bread crumbs, raisins, and nuts. Com- bine with creamed mixture. Dis- eoive soda in warm water and add to pudding. Pour into deep 1% -quart casserole which has keen greased with butter, bake 300° F. for 1-1% hours, or until a deep dark brown. Serve with: IMPORTED YOGI — Yankee ver- aion of the Orient's men of mys- ticism — the yogi — strolls down the Ginza in Tokyo, Japan. Yogi terra, wizard catcher of the New York Yankees, is playing with the Bombers on their ex- hibition tour of Japan. LEMON NUTMEG SAUCE 34 eup sugar 1 tablespoon cornstarch teaspoon salt ripe teaspoon nutmeg 1 cup boiling water 2 tablespoons butter 134 tablespoons lemon juice Combine dry ingredients; add wated and cook until clear and slightly thickened. Add butter and stir until melted. Add lemon juice. Serve hot on pudding. QUICK FUDGE DESERT 1/ cups sifted flour 2 teaspoons baking powder %2 teaspoon salt ?/2 cup sugar I egg, beaten 34 cup milk 3 tblsp. melted shortening. Fudge filling. Sift together dry ingredients. Combine eggs, milk, and short- ening. Add to flour mixture, stir- ring until smooth. Spread 3 of batter in bottom of greased 8 -inch square baking pan. Pour fudge frilling over batter. Drop remaining batter by spoonfuls over fudge filling. Bake at 400° F. 25 minutes. FUDGE FILLING 1 egg, beaten 3 cup sugar 1 -ounce square unsweetened chocolate, melted 14 cup chopped nuts 1 tablespoon melted butter Combine egg, sugar and melt- ed chocolate, mixing well. Add nuts and butter. Beat well. o n * PEACH ROLL -UPS is cup butter 1,4 cup orange juice 7/a cup sugar 2 teaspoons grated orange rind 2 cups sifted flour 3 teaspoons baking powder 1 teaspoon salt 34 cup shortening $/4 cup milk 1 can (No. 21/4) cling peach slices 3 tablespoons melted butter cup brown sugar (packed) 1 teaspoon cinnamon Simmer first 4 ingredients to- gether for about 5 minutes to make a sirup. Pour halt this sirup in bottom of a 9 -inch square pan (or shallow oblong Pan.) Sift flour, baking powder, and salt into bowl. Cut in shorten- ing and add milk, mixing to a moderately stiff dough. Drain peaches thoroughly. Roll dough to an oblong about 10x14 inches (dough should be about '/a -inch thick). Brush with melted but- ter; sprinkle with brown sugar and cinnamon. Arrange drained peach slices over surface and roll carefully, starting from the short side, as for jelly role. With a sharp knife out into 9-10 slices about 1 inch thick. Arrange peach roll -ups over sirup in pan, pressing them lightly until they barely touch each other. Bake at 425° F. for 15 minutes. Pour remaining warm sirup evenly over roll -ups and con- tinue baking 10 minutes longer, or until a rich brown. Serve warm. Top with whipped cream or ice cream if you wish. Fur Coats for Ladies: $1 Off Canadian fur goods manufac- turers shipped 220,717 ladies' fur coats in 1953, some 1,260 fewer than in 1952. The average value was $228 or $1 less than in the preceding year. HORSE OPERA -- Only in Vienna, heartland of make -believe - come -true, could a horse show be held in such sumptuous sur- roundings. Members of the Hapsburg -founded Spanish Riding School paradPiheir mounts in chandeliered hall of the Hofburg, (onetime Imperial Castle of the Hapsburgs: Known the world around in equestrian circles, the renowned riding organization only recently returned to Vienna from its exile during the occu- pation_ canasta . Fashion Hints .. . CHAPEL -LENGTH WEDDING GOWN is of white terylene sheer. The straight front panel is beautifully appliqued and the sides and back of the skirt are permanently pleated and intricately draped. MY DAREDEVIL PLUNGE Six people have shot the Falls at Niagara and three have come through alive. One of these died later of alcoholic poisoning and another was killed when he slipped on a banana -skin during a music -hall tour of Australia. Of those who made the trip, Jean Lussier, a French Canadian, is the only living survivor (and possibly the only one who was in a fit condition to be aware of what happened). This is how he described his experiences to Gibson Cowan: I found some difficulty in get- ting into the rubber ball. Finally I worked my legs into the holes made for them and slid down in- side into a sitting position. I in- flated my rubber suit until it filled the remainder of the space, leaving only my head and hands free. It wasn't as hot as I expected, but the July sun shone in on top of my head end sweat began to run down my neck. There didn't seem any point in delaying things. It was five minutes past three exactly. "O.K.," I said, I switched on the electric light. If they answered, I didn't hear them, but the manhole closed and the turnbuckle twisted. 1 waited for a long time, and began to think that something had gone wrong. I could just feel the lift of the waves and an occasional nudge which I took to be bumping against the side of the boat until one heavier than the rest told me that they were rocks and 1 had probably been adrift quite a while. I closed my eyes, relaxed, and let my head loll. It gave me the same sense of security that you have when you pull the sheets over your head in bed. 1 knew that all I could do had been done when I had finished the design of the ball The weight at the bottom kept me upright, and when the move- ment started it was no worse than that of a small boat in a fairly choppy sea. After the first few jolts I knew that I should come to no harm on the rounded rocks even if I caught one full on, but everything seemed very slow. I was wearing five wrist watches of different makes, for advertising purposes, but I didn't even think of looking them. We had estimated that I should be twenty-eight minutes coming down the upper rapids, I was five miles from the falls when I was released, but the current was running at about 17 miles per hour. I had confldence in the ball, an: I kept thinking of Annie Taylor and Bobby Leach. I'd never met Annie. She was the first person to go over — in an Ordinary barrel without paddling She was a middle-aged school- mistress with a taste for liquor, and had done it out of sheer bravado after being thrown out of a saloon. They stuffed her in head first and just hammered down the lid. She came out all right. I was a &tuntman and was in it for publicity and the money. Bobby Leach, from Bristol, in England, had gone over in a steel cylinder in 1911. Strapped in he would have been all right, but as it was he broke both arms and legs, and was in hospital for twenty-two months.* Then the ball gave a little bob, like going down a lift for two or three feet, and then became ab- solutely still. I guessed it was the little trough just before the sill that could be seen distinctly from the shore. The day previously we had sent the empty ball over for the n.ovies which were already de- veloped and in New York. I had noticed the bobbing movement and the stretch of smooth water, and I knew that I must be near the edge. I looked at the time. It was thirty-three minutes after three. There was no feeling of falling, What sensation there was was one of soaring. If it was like s,iything, it was like a ski jump, only cut off abruptly in the middle. If the laws of physics are cor- rect, it took under four seconds to fall the 148 feel, 1 think I be- gan to pont; but 11 dldn't seem as long as four seconds. There was always the faint chance that I should drop through the falls and I waited, with my head slightly ducked, wondering whether I should hit a rock. I didn't even feel anything when I hi. the water— not until I reaized the ball was definitely at rest, rocking gently from side to side. The noise seemed duller, and yet bigger and heavier, 1 pressed my ears to mike sure the plugs were in place. At the same time the ball be- gan to press on me heavily, so that I had to hold my breath to relieve the pressure on my chest, I became aware that at some time the lights had gone Out. At the trial the ball had bob- bed up within three seconds; but the falls are mysterious. Water coming down front all sides of the horseshoe will sometimes hold a log right under the fall for an hour. The pressure wasn't too bad, but it was eerie. I felt that the electricity had escaped from the batteries and was crawling over my body. No- body has been able to explain it to me, but it was some sort of electricity. I sat in the darkness gently rocking from side to side, Then the ball began to spin slowly up- ward . I rafted a moment and then cautiously opened an air valve ags.i- . A little water came in, but I decided that it was only spray and that 1 was back on the surface. Now that I was over the worst, I could allow myself to think of Charlie Stephen. He was also from Bristol. He was the third man who had tried it, but he had asked fOr trouble from the start. He hadn't even soaked his barrel, and it leaked like a sieve. We all told him he was commit- ting suicide. Two of the watches had lum- inous dials, but I couldn't make out either of them. ' Finally I concluded that somehow or other the boats had missed me and I had drifted into the whirlpool a couple of miles lower down. I told myself that even that. wouldn't be too bad, for I had examined it carefully and de- cided that it had very little suck. A kid of eighteen swam through it a little while ago. What puzzled me was that the roar of the falls kept rising and falling with an almost regular beat. I pulled both plugs out of my ears and became completely confused by the noise. I didn't know then that I was drifting backwards and forwards in the surge between Canada and America. I pushed the light switch again, but it still would not work, and for quit- a time I fumbled about in the hope of putting my hand on a loose wire. I tried to relax. Unexpectedly the noise died away, and almost immediately I heard a scraping on the outside. It was as if someone were tying a rope on to the ball. I unfastened the manhole from the inside, but kept my hand on •the bolts. For a few minutes I was jerked about all over the place, and then the sunlight streamed in, dazzling after the darkness which had gone before. Before anyone asked me I shouted that I was O -K. I looked at my wrist. All five watches had stopped. Everybody was shouting "O.K. O.K." to the shore. I stood up and put my head out. The boats were just where they said they would be. I asked the time, they couldn't tell me. Nobody had a watch. When we landed it was five. Straw Hat Making By Hand in Sweden A path that was slippery with pine needles led to the glade in which the little old woman's little red cottage stood. It was like the beginning of a bedtime fairy tale. Round the cottage grew glaring red peonies, deep blue aquilegias and that grace- ful flower we call "lieutenant's heart"; the grass was still fresh with dew. . . It was, in fact, just such a picture as you would expect to find on any wooded slope in Central Sweden. The little old woman who lived there was called Maja- Lena; her surname did not mat- ter, for as Maja-Lena she was known Throughout the parish and a good bit beyond as well. She had just one room, enough, she thought, for her simple needs. The furniture was of the simplest, yet on the wails hung. certain pictures which showed that she was not a complete stay-at-home, but had seen a little Of the outside world. White hair, combed smooth, neatly parted in the center and fastened tight in a bun at the nape.. . . Otherwise, she was liveliness itself. , . . IIer fingers were fluttering as quickly as a lark's wings and it was all the eye could do to follow her movements. Beside her lay a bundle of straws, from which at regular intervals she would take two or three, and before you knew what was hap- pening they had been turned. into part of a long plait that coiled out across the floor. When the plait was long enough, she would thread her needle, sew with frenzied concentration for a while, and there was a straw hat complete and ready to wear. "There's no more to it than that," she said. Perhaps not for her; but when others try their hand at it, they realize that to make the straw hats of Arte - mark is an art. The custom of wearing straw hats is not an old one. It seems to have started here in Dalsland sometime at the beginning of last century . . And so they began making them all over the district; they were sold to Norway and elsewhere, even to China. In those days they used to take sacks of them by wagon to Fredrikshald in Norway. That was mostly in the sum- mer. Such hats are still worn today during harvest. They are plait- ed with different numbers of straws: four, five, six or seven, to give different widths to the plait, and are sewn up either by hand or with a sewing ma- chine. There are still plenty who plait straw in Artemark though few of Maja-Lena's cal- ibre. — From "Something of My Country," by PRINCE WIL- LIAM of SWEDEN, translated by M. A. Michael EXPLANATION The president of the WaIlager Falls bridge club enjoys show- ing off her young son's store of scientific knowledge to her fel- low members. One day she urged, "Go on and tell them, Jerome, what it means when steam comes out of the spout of the kettle." "1 means," said Jerome, "that you are about to open one of Father's letters." PASTA PUP — Novino for Jack. This cosmopolitan Neopolitan is said to drink coffee to wash down his favorite dish, spa- ghetti. He's the mascot of the welding shop at NATO's south- ern European headquarters, Naples, Italy. DOWN IN THE MOUTH This is the gaping mouth of Manske the Whale, who swallowed Pinocchio and appears to be about to do the same to George Sprunk. Monstro is one of dozens of tloats being prepared for the big parade sponsored by a local department store. Sprunk is painting the inside of the whale's mou.lh, j i