SOME DAINTY DISHES.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2413, 30 January 1909, Page 9 (Supplement)

SOME DAINTY DISHES.

Savoury Thick Gravy.—lt is quite easy to make, but many people do not seem lo understand it. Fry a minced onion in butter till a nice brown color. Stir in an ounce “of flour, then add half-a-pint of stock, pepper and salt to-taste, and a little ketchup. Let it boil a few minutes, they strain and serve.

Pork Rissoles.—Try this way of usuing up cold roast pork. 'LI ike four ounces of the meal, chop it finely, and add two ounces 'of mashed potato, season with pepper and salt, a teaspoonful of mneed onion and half a teaepooulu! of sage. Bind with an egg, form into rolls, dip in (tour, and frv in boiling fat. ‘Breakfast Tonwlws.-Take three good-.vised lomaioes, slice them and put in a stow pan with a little butler. a tablespoon of chopped ham r pepper and salt, and allow, to. cook lor a few minutes. Then add two beaten eggs, and stir till set. Servo on hot buttered toast, with chopped parsley dusted over. Tripe with- Fried Bacon.- —Have some tender boiled tripe cut into neat pieces and roll in Hour. First fry as many slices of bacon as you wish to serve—then a lew slices of apple; put both aside to keep hot, and then fry the tripe to a nice brown. To serve, have a very hot dish, put the tripo in the centre, and arrange the bacon and apple on it. An Eggless Cake.—Rub a quarter c.f a pound of lard or clarified dripping mto one jjouiid of flour, add a quarter of a pound of sugar,, six ounces of currants, and one ounce ot 'chopped lemon peel. Dissolve a small i-easpoonFul of carbonate of soda in ball a pint of sour mol'k, mix this into the dry ingredients, beat well, and bake immediately in a greased tin lor. two hours.

Koumiss, a Wholesome and J.’eiresiling Beverage.—Required: One quart of buttermilk, one tablespoonful of sugar. kwo quarts of sweet milk. Mix tho buttermilk and sweet milk together. add the sugar, and stir until it is dissolved. Cover the jar or basin with a cloth and place it at the side of the kitchen - fire, and let is stand for twelve horns. Then bottle it, cork tightly, using new screw corks, and tic them securely on. Place the bottles on their sides. When once a bottle is opened its contents should be used right off. Dough hints.—Arc very easily made, and you will find them most popular with young .people. Make a light dough with three cupfuls of .flour, one tablespoonful of sugar, one saltspoonful of salt, one ounce of butter, one egg,, one teaspoonful of carbonate of soda and two teaspoonfuls of cream of tartar dissolved in milk. Form into neat balls, drop into boiling fat, and fry a delicate brown. Dry by tho (ire, and sprinkle caster sugar over. 'Leghorn Macaroni.—Break six ounces of macaroni in pieces, throw it into a pan of fast-boiling . salted water, and boil it for fifteen minutes. Drain, and keep the macaroni hot. Have two hard-boiled eggs, the yokes and whites chopped separately. Cut a largo tomato in slices, .and coo'lc m the oven for ten minutes. Put an ounce of butter, into the saucepan, add a dessertspoonful of flour to it, uuid then half a pint of; milk, and stir tud jt boils. Put the maraooni on a hot dish with the tomato .and white of egg.’ Pour the sauce over, and sprinkle the egg yoke over. Mutton Pudding.—Will be a welcome receipt to the housewife who desires to use up every, end of a joint Take about a pound of meat, e ther minced or chopped, using a the fat. ami. if you have it, some bacon. which will improve the dish. Soak half a. pound ol breadcigm n stock, and squeeze dry, then add the meat. Season all with peppei. W 1) and a grated lemon rmcl, and a teaspoonful of curry powder. Blend u-t----tlie pulp of three baked tomatoes. ; anu. a, beaten egg or two if possiblo. Grease a deep pie-dish, scatter crumbs over, put in the meat, and hake m a steady oven till set —about half an hour to tbroequarters. Dredge breadcrumbs ov6r the top, and serve.

MOTHER LOVE. Mother-love is a -curious blond of feeling in a certain class of woman. 'Hie sudden spring of the tiger is not more terrifying than her onslaught in a. moment of naughtiness on the •juvenile offender. The cooing of tbe dove is not more gentle than her voice' when the toddler is ill or on the journey to slumber-land. AY hen the little one is missing great is 'her anguish. AViklly s she runs -hither and tliitlicr seeking him in likely or unlikely places. “My darling,’’-she cries, “he is lost or injured or killed! Alv darling child.” Pale and frantic she consults her neighbors, and enlists their assistance. Tommy, that urchin whom she had threatened but ten short minutes ago, to “break every bone in his body,” to “skin him L.live,” to “knock- bis head off,” and other blood-curdling threat's'; was now hei “angel hoy,” lief “poor lost darling,” her “pet,” the “light of the home.” If only she could clap her eyes on his ymudgy little face she’d cover it. with kisses.

'She’d let him tack nails in the wall as long as ever he wished. She’d let him splash in the tubs of water —his incurable delight. • He should just do whatever ho -willed in the way of torment if only he could be found.

Tears of »apprehension creep over her pallid cheeks. “Have you seen my Tommy?” she asks pathetically of neighbors and utter strangers. -Careless that she has walked into the main street without ia hat,, beneath a broiling sun, her hair dishevelled and her feet in slack slippers, nothof loss.

-Mere man is troubled and won-der-stricken at the sight of such distress. He seeks diligently, and at last discovers the wanderer returning from a drive with a friendly milkman, who lias treated him to a candy-stick. Gladly the sympathiser heirs the sticky little urchin home to the distracted mother, naturally expecting to witness a demonstration of maternal joy and thanksgiving. But Tommy glues his knuckles to hsi eyes. Tommy has a more intimate knowledge of mother-love. He hasn’t a single scratch to show lor the anxiety he has given. Mere man grasps with the shook of his reception. The dove has flown, the tiger rampant. 'Pouncing on the culprit, the relieved mother shakes him lustily. “You little brat. I’ll murder you! Whore have you been. To bed you go at once, you dirty, disobedient little sweep!”