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But if you wish to know how excellent such rhubarb can be, make it thus into meringue pies or tarts. Bake the crusts after pricking them well, cover thinly with either good meringue or the frosting directed for cheesecakes, let it harden, then at the minute of serving cover with a thin layer of the prepared rhubarb the meringue or frosting will stay crisp until eaten if you work quickly enough.
How'd ye think of it?" "Did I do anything?" asked Bob innocently. "I thought Bill Hodge stubbed his toe and fell. Probably he slipped in some molasses." "Did you pull the spigot open?" "Me? No, I didn't, but maybe the string did. I guess I've got to hurry home with this lard. Mom wants to make some pies." Bob got home much sooner than his mother expected he would.
While we were drinking tea a special messenger arrived from the village, bringing two frozen blueberry pies as a parting token of regard from the Major, and a last souvenir of civilisation.
"She was bakin' these pies, but I want her now to redd up. Take all them pans to the dresser, Tillie." Tillie went to the table to do as she was bid. "Well, I must be goin' home now," said Mr. Getz. "I'll take Tillie's wages, Em." Mrs. Wackernagel set her lips as she wiped her hands on the roller-towel and opened the dresser drawer to get her purse. "How's her?" she inquired, referring to Mrs.
Wish I could get rid of my mop, it's such a bother;" and Becky was seen tying a clean towel over the great knot that made her head look very like a copper kettle. "Now fly round, deary, and get them pies ready. I'll have these fowls on in a minute, and then go to my butter.
Nancy made the pies, and Dan dressed a fowl, while their mother got ready a pot of beans, made brown-bread to bake in the oven with the pies, and steamed an Indian pudding. All day they watched the forest for sign of the returning men. All day they listened for the sound of guns, but neither sight nor sound rewarded their vigilance. Dusk came on.
"Here's a sample of the contents of one box," the other said; "read it, it tells you what there is. 'Four loaves of bread, two pounds of cooked beans, twelve ounces of sausage, one can of beef, one can of sardines, six ham sandwiches, three pies, and four oranges. I'm sure you wouldn't starve on that." "No," said Hamilton, "I think I could get along if I ate it all.
I often and often think of the old verse my aunt used to repeat: There never was a goose so gray but sometime soon or late Some honest gander came her way and took her for his mate! A woman cannot ever be sure of not being married till she is buried, Mrs. Doctor, dear, and meanwhile I will make a batch of cherry pies.
"What a lady you are! I can hardly believe this is the little Hen I used to make mud pies with." She laughed as she answered: "You are changed, too. If I have improved, it is owing to these kind friends. Only think of it, George, though Mrs. King is such a handsome and grand lady, she always called me Mrs. Falkner." Mrs. King made several appropriate parting presents to Henriet and little Hetty.
The difference between England and America to a working man was thus most humanly put to me by a fellow-passenger: "In America," said he, "you get pies and puddings." I do not hear enough, in economy books, of pies and pudding. A man lives in and for the delicacies, adornments, and accidental attributes of life, such as pudding to eat, and pleasant books and theatres to occupy his leisure.
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