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Updated: June 9, 2025
Ma Pettengill ate somewhat, but talked also, keeping Uncle Henry and Aunt Mollie shiny with smiles. They both have polished white teeth of the most amazing regularity. I ate almost exclusively, affecting to be preoccupied about something. The time was urgent. I formed an entangling alliance with the pork tenderloin, which endured to a point where but one small fragment was left on the platter.
This choice roasting-piece should be cut with one good firm stroke from end to end of the joint, at the upper part, in thin, long, even slices in the direction of the line from 1 to 2, cutting across the grain, serving each guest with some of the fat with the lean; this may be done by cutting a small, thin slice from underneath the bone from 5 to 6, through the tenderloin.
What do you say, now, to some nice beefsteak?" "Beefsteak is high now," said Mrs. Tarbox. "Still, if we buy round steak that is cheaper than sirloin or tenderloin." "And quite as good," said her economical partner. "We can tell Frank, however, that no sirloin was to be had so late in the day at the markets." Mrs. Tarbox nodded her head, approving the suggestion.
Considerably cheered by this last intelligence, Migwan sped home and got her prune dessert into the oven and then set to work transforming the tough steak into a tender morsel. "What kind of meat is this?" asked her mother when they had taken their places at the table. "Guess," said Migwan. "It tastes like tenderloin," said her mother. "Guess again," said Migwan gleefully; "it's round steak."
The thick, soft muscles, which lie close under the backbone in the small of the back, in all animals, have less of this tough and indigestible fibrous stuff in them, and cuts across them give us the well-known porter-house, sirloin, or tenderloin steaks, and the best and tenderest mutton and pork chops. Fuel Value of Meats.
And there let us leave him. Poor old Bonfire! Bred to win a ribbon at the Garden ended as the drudge of a Tenderloin Nighthawker. Long, far too long, has the story of Pasha, son of Selim, remained untold.
Everybody said Colonel to Colonel Lambkin, and seemed to know him and was awful polite to him; and the waiters laughed at Mitch and me. And one of 'em stood by John and says: "Baked fish, corn beef and cabbage, brisket of beef, pork tenderloin, roast goose and turkey and cranberry sauce."
Think of it: a cut of tenderloin for M. 1.20 say, 28.85364273x cents! For a side order of sauerkraut, forty pfennigs extra. For potatoes, twenty-five pfennigs. For a mass of dunkle, thirty-two pfennigs. In all, M. 2.17 an odd mill or so more or less than fifty-two cents.
"Drop it," she shot out, finally. "'Tain't worth it. The landlord's given us a free breakfast, anyhow, and it's more'n most of 'em does. We'll get back to 'Frisco somehow, and will run into Jake first thing. I'll give him a slice of my mind right in the thickest of the Tenderloin. You just shut up and be thankful you ain't got no kids."
He had one rather exciting experience during this period. One day, just as he was finishing a very enjoyable meal of venison tenderloin, he heard the tramp of snow-shoes on the crust, and in a moment more that same land-looker came pacing down a section line and halted squarely in front of him.
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