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Updated: June 8, 2025
He was as big as four cart-horses, and all covered with shiny scales deep-blue scales at the top of him, shading off to a tender sort o' green below. As he breathed, there was that sort of flicker over his nostrils that you see over our chalk roads on a baking windless day in summer. He had his chin on his paws, and I should say he was meditating about things.
That will make only four of us again, and fifty-two cookies as before. I do hope there are that many. Aunt Esmerelda says she's going to stop baking cookies, they go so fast." Happily, the cooky jar was full again, and Hortense and Andy filled their pockets with the fifty-two cookies. When it was dark and still, Hortense explained the plan to her companions.
Besides assisting in the care of the wounded, the baking of bread for the burghers, and giving aid to the destitute, the women of the farms were obliged to attend to the flocks and herds which were left in their charge when the fathers, husbands, and brothers went to the front to fight.
While she gloried in her skill in filching from the pig what would serve the chickens, in making Jenny go short to save to-day's baking of havre-bread, in skimping Tim's bowl of porridge his appetite being a burden on her estate which she often declared would break her she had more than once given a hundred pounds at a blow to build a raft for a poor drowning wretch who must otherwise have sunk.
The little alcohol formed is all driven off in the baking. The alcohol which yeast forms by growing in sweet cider is in a few weeks changed to vinegar by other germs called the vinegar plants. Sour cider may make those who use it sick and drunk because it contains alcohol. Yeast makes wine out of grape juice. Where are germs found? What is the form of microbes?
They cooked their last chunk of deer's flesh, after having first prepared some bread and put it in the baking pot among the embers, and made some tea from the water in the skins. When they had eaten their meal they covered themselves up in buffalo robes and blankets, and lighted their pipes.
The Parakeet had discharged the last of her coal into the lighters alongside, had cast off from the mooring buoys, and was steaming out of the baking heat of Suez harbor on her way down toward the worse heat of the Red Sea beyond.
Beat the egg slightly, add three tablespoonfuls of water, and mix this into the meat. Form in a roll about eight inches long, roll in oiled paper, place it in a baking pan, add a half cupful of water to the pan and bake in a moderate oven three-quarters of an hour. Remove the paper and stand aside to cool. Serve in thin slices with either tomato or potato salad.
This was a story my Aunt Jane told me about her granma when she was a little girl. Its funny to think of baking a locket, but it wasn't to eat. She was my great granma but Ill call her granma for short. It happened when she was ten years old. Of course she wasent anybodys granma then. Her father and mother and her were living in a new settlement called Brinsley.
While the clothes were baking, we stood in a well-heated room to wait for them. The British and French, having received parcels, were in good condition, but the Russians, who had to depend entirely on the prison-fare, were a pitiful sight. They looked, when undressed, like the India famine victims, with their washboard ribs and protruding stomachs, dull eyes and parched skin.
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