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Behold the amazing alteration Brought about by inoculation: The means employed his life to save Hurled him, untimely, to the grave. Sometimes the good housewife has chosen carefully every ingredient for her cake, and has obeyed conscientiously the mandates of the cookbook.
Peters had expressed a wish that Ashe should read him to sleep. He had voted against Ashe's novel and produced from the recesses of his suitcase a much-thumbed cookbook. He explained that since his digestive misfortunes had come on him he had derived a certain solace from its perusal. It may be that to some men sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things; but Mr.
My mother, coming out of the house with her cherished manuscript cookbook in her hand, looked after them thoughtfully: "Yes; it is high time for that man to know his proper place!" "And does he not?" "Oh, I suppose so, Armand. In a man's way, though not a woman's. It's the woman's way that really matters, you see.
"For the next course choose an omelette with fine herbs. Any cookbook will give the directions for making the omelette, and all that will be necessary more than the book directs is to have added to it minced thyme, tarragon and chives before folding, or they may be stirred into the omelette before cooking.
Instead of the customary coffee, tea or cocoa, delicious drinks, which are nutritious and at the same time nonstimulating, may be prepared from the different fruit and vegetable juices. They may be served cold in hot weather and warm in winter. Recipes for fruit and vegetable drinks will be included in our new Vegetarian Cookbook, now in preparation.
It was a much-thumbed cookbook, and it was open where two once-blank pages bore his wife's handwriting. On the first page, under the printed heading "Things to Remember," he read these sentences: "That rice swells till every dish in the house is full, and that spinach shrinks till you can't find it. "That beets boil dry if you look out the window.
Seeing me, he laughed. "Don't waste your time gazing into mirrors, Isobel," he said carelessly. "That might have been excusable in former ladies of Shirley whose beauty might pardon and even adorn vanity, but with you it is only absurd. The needle and the cookbook are all that you need concern yourself with."
"Also," Tish went on hastily, "you said you could cook. You cannot cook." "Now, look here, Miss Tish," he said in a pleading tone, "I can cook. I didn't claim to know the whole cookbook. I can make coffee and fry bacon. How'd I know you ladies wanted pastry? As for them canned salmon croquettes with white sauce, I reckon to make them with a little showing, and "
Suddenly Rebecca Mary was on her feet, waving the cookbook jubilantly. "Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! Thomas Jefferson!" she shouted, surprising the gentle Sunday calm. She surprised Thomas Jefferson, too, but he was equal to the occasion Thomas Jefferson was a gentleman. "Hoo-ra-a-a-ay!" he crowed, splendidly, with a fine effect of clapping his hands. This time there could be no doubt. This was applause.
She had to hold the cookbook up at a painful angle and peer at it sharply, for the moonlight that filtered into the little room through the vines was dim and soft. "Aunt Olivia has gone to the city and I haven't," painfully traced Rebecca Mary. "She wanted the good time all to herself. I shall never forgive Aunt Olivia the Lord have mercy on her." Then Rebecca Mary went back to bed.
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