SOME REAL NEW ZEALAND RECIPES

Ladies' Mirror, Volume 3, Issue 5, 1 November 1924, Page 37

SOME REAL NEW ZEALAND RECIPES

ON PAGE 39 WE OFFER CASH PRIZES FOR THE BEST NEW ZEALAND RECIPES

RECEIVED FROM OUR READERS. HERE ARE A FEW THAT ARE TYPICAL

Pot Roast Pheasant Pluck and draw the birds, then leaving their feet on dress as usual.. Put into a large pot or iron boiler enough fat to quarter cover the birds, and when fat is smoking hot, put birds in, and tuna in pot till brown all over. For an old bird it takes about 3 hours, and for a young one half that time. They may be hung for a week or more before cooking. Serve with bread sauce, made as follows: —Put about 1 pint milk into a saucepan, then add an onion cut up, and half a nutmeg, boil till the onion is cooked, then add about If cups of breadcrumbs, salt and pepper to taste. Do not allow the milk to boil after adding the bread. Stuffed Mussels Boil the mussels and remove from the shell. Then make a savoury stuffing, and fill mussels with it. Then fry till they are a golden brown. Serve hot, with slices of lemon. Crayfish Salad Shell the ei-ayfish, then cut up into small pieces, leaving half of the legs unbroken. Put into a glass dish or salad bowl, then pour over it the following dressing:3 tablespoonfuls of water, Ti tablespoonfuls of vinegar, 1 tablespoonful of sugar, 1 saltspoonful of salt, and 1 of made, mustard, 1 egg well beaten. Stir over fire till thick as custard; when cool, pour over crayfish, and garnish with the legs and slices of hard-boiled eggs. Stewed Wild Duck Cut up the duck, and fry in lard till nicely browned, then lay in a deep casserole, alternating the layers with leaves of sage, cut-up onion and any other vege-

tables you may fancy.

Curried Crayfish Shell the crayfish and cut it up, then put into a saucepan 1 pint of milk, to which add, when it boils, li tablespoonfuls of. flour, 1 'tablespoonful of curry powder mixed with a little of the milk, and, a small onion. Serve very hot with boiled rice. Pukeko Soup • Skin the pukeko, then cut up and put it in a saucepan' with just enough water to cover. Add any herbs you may fancy and 1 onion. Salt and pepper to taste. Simmer gently for two to three hours. Pipi Fritters Put into a basin cup of flour, 1 tea spoonful of baking powder, and then beat in one by one 2 eggs. When well mixed add gradually J pint of milk, then add about 3 dozen pipis opened raw, and fry in lard a golden brown. Serve with lemon. Fried Whitebait Wash thoroughly, drain dry with a cloth. Put a little flour on another cloth and shake the whitebait in it a few at a time. Then fry at once in boiling fat or butter until they turn white. Do not cook . too much or they will be tough. Drain and sprinkle with pepper and salt. Serve with brown bread and butter, and garnish with slices of lemon. Whitebait in Batter • . Make a batter of 2 tablespoonfuls of milk, 1 tablespoouful of flour, and 2 wellbeaten eggs. Season with pepper and salt.. Add to this 1 pint of whitebait, ' prepared as in ' preceding recipe. Drop spoonfuls into boiling fat till lightly

browned.

THE LURE OF STRANGE GODS (Continued from page 23) to intercept the deceitful one, and by nightfall he was brought to the little courtyard, where he was informally questioned. “By my head and my father’s grave, I know nothing of this evil story, Yisma,” he swore. “I am a poor man : who came here to see my own brother, who is sick, I and the little donkey I rode.” Yisma considered. To bastinado a .man in order to make him confess to a crime which would hang him is a fairly unprofitable piece of work. “Take him to Tewfik Effendi,” he said at last. “Let him be held until to-mor-row.” He sent for the mysterious Bayhum Effendi, but that defender of harems did not come. Instead, there arrived in his courtyard a flushed and angry lady, who wore the costume of the East, but her manner and style of talking were distinctly Occidental. : • Yisma Effendi sat cross-legged on his divan, for once in his life speechless with astonishment. “I Avant to see the British Counsel,” she said violently. “Consul?” murmured Yisma. “I don’t care whether it’s counsel or whether it’s consul. I’ve been robbed; £640 in English bank-notes! It’s lucky I had the rest hidden away, or he’d have took that, too!” “May I ask,” said Yisma, “who you are and Avhat you are doing in Jerusalem?” Mrs. Baffleston jerked up her head defiantly, for she was a woman of property, and not used to being ques-

“I am a priestess of Osiris,” she said loudly, “though I don’t think there’s much in it, because I’ve been blasting that fellow all the morning, ’is ’ead and ’is ’eart, and by all accounts he’s still alive.” Yisma interviewed the Chief of Police, and found that, by the happy-go-lucky methods of Eastern justice, Mrs. Baffle-

ston’s evidence was not essential. He went to the station to see her off—unusual act of condescension on his part. “No more of this business for me,” she said determinedly. “You’ve got my address, mister?” Yisma nodded. “You will send the money by registered post if you get it?” “I shall get it,” said Yisma, concealing a smile. “I have telegraphed to a friend of mine to meet me in London; I’m going to settle down after this. The things I’ve had to endure since I’ve been in Jerusalem! No, I’m going to settle down. Maybe I’ll get married.” She smirked a little. “Mr. —you’ve probably heard of him; lie’s well known in the building trade;

“I have heard of him,” said Yisma soberly. ... It was three weeks before they caught El Durr, and most of the. money was intact. They brought him to Yisma the day before he came up for judgment. He looked round the great reception room, divaned on three sides, where, months before, he had revealed to Yisma Effendi the project of his journey to Camden Town, there to instruct Mrs. Baffleston in the mysteries of the cult of Osiris. Yisma Effendi sat cross-legged in his long silk dressing-gown, an Oriental for passivity, but behind his level eyes lurked the understanding of the Englishman for the people of the East, akin to the understanding of a mother for her children. “Bayhum Effendi” spoke - in the old fashion of El Durr the Carpenter: “For every man, one land and one god,” he said. “This Englishman desired the woman’s money and followed her to El Kuds, and because I was afraid that he would go to you, I hired a countryman to hit him a little on the head. I think Tewfik Pasha will hang me.” “I think that also,” said Yisma Effendi. El Durr’s nose wrinkled. “It is written,” he said philosophically. “Now this is a mystery to me, Yisma Effendi, for if I had stayed in Camden Town I should not have hanged, nor this man have died. It seems to me there is very bad luck in new gods, as you said. Let it be known to the good fathers of St. Francis that I died a follower of the Prophet.” They hanged El Durr within view of the Mosque of Omar, in the shadow of

tioned. Harry Borker.” which he was wont to take his siesta.