Return of The Russian Samorar

This is the third article in February of the School for Housewives 1904 series published on Feb 21, 1904, and is a very short article on the samovar. Considering the eastern nature of many of the immigrants who moved to the west it would not surprise me that one or two samovars made the journey over for those who could afford the item and space.

School for Housewives – Return of The Russian Samovar

Among the various Russian and Japanese belongings which acquired a sudden vogue by the first rumors of war in the east is the Russian samovar.

This picturesque urn is so little seen in our country that many housekeepers have at best a very vague idea of its nature.

The accompanying picture will consequently by of general interest.

The photographer has so far conceded to American prejudices as to include a cream pitcher among the various articles of the outfit whereas your Russian tea drinker considers sliced lemon the only correct accompaniment.

With this single exception Russian tea drinking in America is carried on in true Muscovite fashion.

For the sake of those to whom the outfit is totally unknown, it should be added that the samovar is a copper urn used in Russia, Siberia, Mongolia and elsewhere, in which water is kept boiling for use when required in making tea.

The heat is produced by filling a tube, which passes up through the urn, with live charcoal.

Marion Harland

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Providing For “Pinch Time”

This is the third article in February of the School for Housewives 1905 series published on Feb 19, 1905, and is an article on fruits and winter fare.

School for Housewives – Providing For “Pinch Time”

The Period between Seasons When There Is Little in the Market for Any but the Wealthy

The term was as well known in Old Virginia as the name of any other season. It signified the weeks separating the dead of winter from the first advance of spring. Housekeepers looked forward to it with dread born of experience. Hardy vegetables which “kept over” from autumn to spring were losing their freshness. Potatoes had a bilious tinge and a rank “tang” to the palate; turnips were pithy; beets were hard; apples began to wither, toughen and rot.

To cap the climax of discontent, appetite were jaded by the monotony of winter fare and cried out for tempting variety.

Like conditions prevail to this day although in a mitigated degree, in families where forced fruits and vegetables are not to be had for money, or where money cannot be hard for the purchase of them. Growing children crave sweets, and account that meal a failure where these do not follow beats, bread and butter and the invariable potato. The longing is a law of nature. The saccharine which, the child says, “takes the greasy taste out of his mouth,” changes in the stomach to a digestive acid, acting beneficently upon said fatty matter. It is when these work upon an empty and tried stomach that they are injuries. With young people and mature sweet-lovers in my eye, I shall, today, talk of certain inexpensive methods of preparing dried fruits for the table that may cheat pinch time of its severity and lessen the grip upon the housewife’s purse that adds bitterness to the season.

By selecting dried fruits, pass by barrels and kegs of apples cured in the evil old way, to wit, in the open air, exposed to dust and bacteria and mold, to bees, ants and wasps. Took often, as our disgusted memories will testify, the hurdles of drying fruit set in the hottest sunshine temped the ease-loving cat to a siesta and chickens to picking and stealing. Our mothers, mindful of these things, washed dried fruits in several waters before putting them to soak. One housekeeper, a notable member of what in the blunt speech of the day was known as “the nasty-particular school,” used to wash her “cured” apples, peaches and pears with soap, trusting to many rinsings to remove the taste left by the process.

We have changed all that. The least “particular” of country housekeepers dries her fruit under mosquito netting raised a foot or so above the hurdle, to allow a free passage of air. All the same, unless you have put up your own fruit, buy the evaporated, desiccated in kilns and so quickly that flavor and juices have not time to escape.

APPLE PREPARATIONS

A compote of dried applies will find instant favor with the youngsters as a sequel to a bread-and-butter and milk supper.

Wash a cup of evaporated apples, drain and soak for three hours in clean water enough to cover them. Stew tender at the end of that time in the water in which they were soaked. When cooked soft they should have absorbed all the liquid. Turn out; sweeten well and run through a colander or vegetable press. Set away until cold. A stick of cinnamon, cooked with the fruit, flavors it pleasantly.

A conserve of dried apples. The fruit is washed and soaked as in the preceding recipe. Drain dry, then put the liquid thus strained over the fire; bring to a boil and add a cupful of sugar to a pint of the juice, also a handful of sultana raisins, washed to two waters. Cook gently for an hour; let the syrup get almost cold; put in the apples and simmer half an hour, or until a straw will pierce them easily. Be careful not to let them break. Take out with a perforated spoon and put into a bowl. Boil the syrup hard one minute and pour over the fruit. Eat cold.

Dried apple and raisin pudding. Wash and soak the fruit as directed; cook tender as for the compote; lavishly sweeten; mash smooth and for each cupful allow half a cupful of seeded and halved raisins. Flavor with mace and cinnamon, and let the mixture get cold before adding a cupful of breadcrumbs soaked in one of milk, and two eggs beaten light. Lastly, stir in a half-teaspoonful of soda wet in a little boiling water. Beat all together very hard, and bake in a buttered dish. Send to table in the bake dish. Eat with hard sauce.

This pudding is nice boiled in a covered mold and turned out upon a hot platter.

OTHER DRIED FRUITS

A dried peach pudding is made in the same way, but the raisins are omitted.

A compote of dried pears and rice. Wash and soak the pears for four hours. Cook tender in the water in which they were soaked. Take out with a split spoon and lay in a bread platter. For each pint of the liquid left in the saucepan allow a cupful of sugar, and boil until it begins to thicken. Pour now over the pears; cover and let all stand together until lukewarm. Return to the fire and simmer for half an hour.

Having ready in a heated deep dish a mound of rice boiled so that each grain is separate from the rest; pour he hot fruit and syrup over it and send to table.

A charlotte of dried figs. Separate the figs from one another; wash them in three waters, rubbing each to make it pliant and lump. Soak for three hours in enough water to cover them well; stew in the same water until tender; add a cupful of sugar for each pound of figs and simmer slowly for half an hour. Turn out; cover closely, and when cool set on the ice or in a very cold place. When ready to serve them, put into a glass dish and heap high with whipped cream. They will be found delicious.

A prune charlotte. Sew a dozen and a half large prunes; when cold, remove the stones and chop fine. Whip a pint of cream very stiff with three tablespoonfuls of sugar, then whip the minced prunes into this. Line a glass dish with lady fingers, or thin slices of sponge cake, and fill the centre with the prune cream. Set in the ice box until time to serve.

A prune soufflé. Stone and chop eighteen stewed prunes. Beat the yolks of four eggs light with two tablespoonfuls of sugar. Cook together in a saucepan one tablespoonful of butter and two of flour, and when they are blended pour upon them a scant gill of hot milk. Cook, stirring, to a thick white sauce; beat this gradually into the yolks and sugar, and add the minced prunes. Beat hard for five minutes and set aside to cool. When cold add the stiffened whites of the four eggs, beat for a minute and turn into a buttered pudding dish. Bake in a hot oven for half an hour.

A FINE SAUCE

The sauce to be eaten with this pudding is made by heating the prune liquor, adding to it sugar and, when this is dissolved, a dash of lemon juice.

An Italian charlotte. Shell and boil Spanish chestnuts, remove the skins and rub the nuts through a colander. Sweeten to taste and neat to a soft paste with a little cream. Form the mixture into a pyramid in the centre of a chilled platter and heap sweetened whipped cream around it.

Marion Harland

Both Sides of the Vexed Question, Who Should Manage the Home, Husband or Wife

This is the first written article in February of the School for Housewives 1902 series published on Feb 16, 1902, and is a longer article on managing the household.

School for Housewives – Both Sides of the Vexed Question, Who Should Manage the Home, Husband or Wife

Who is the head of the house?

The question is seldom put so baldly indulge husbands yield the point in verbal gal-miry. Polite wives make it a matter of conscience and etiquette to speak of their husbands as owners of house and contents and ??? ??? in all entertaining ???. At heart, the complainant Benedict knows his will to be potent, if not supreme in home and family. The added Beatrice is secretly conscious hat she can wind her boastful Benedict about her paper ??? and he will not suspect.

Dismissing classical figures of speech, the case stands thus as nearly as I can judge of it, and set it down:

John pays for house, food and servants, and often works hard for the money that secures these for his family. Upon general principles he has a right to know that the money is wisely spent and husbanded; a right to be well lodged and fed, and made comfortable when at home as his means will allow. If he sees furniture based, provisions ??? – hence, unwholesomely – cooked, and needless waste in any department, he has as unquestionable a right, to direct his wife’s attention to the existing state of things, and insist that ??? be amended. On the other hand, in giving his wife his name, he has made her managing, as he is the financial partner of the firm matrimonial.

She is not his hireling.

Failure to comprehend this vital truth weeks the happiness of more married couples than incompatibility of temper, fickleness and intemperance all put together.

A reasonable good wife earns so much more than her own living that the surplus ought to go to her credit. If not in money, in a hundred other ways. When John stoops to captures surveillance of her methods, and personal inspection of her work he degrades her to the position of a suspected menial and sinks his manhood into Bettyishness. “Bettyishness” according the lexicographers is the synonym for “womanishness” and for John to be “womanish” is to be unmanly. Mary would rather have him savage now and then.

THE MAN WHO MEDDLES

I saw a spotless reputation discounted the other day and many rare, amiable traits of disposition shrivel as water paper in the fire under a single sarcastic utterance of a society woman who had her own reasons for disliking the person under discussion. “Yes,” she said, dubiously, to the praise an elderly matron had given an excellent sun and brother. “But, then, he is such a ladylike person.” he either was apt. Not one of us could deny it. Every woman present, while she laughed, would have preferred to have her husband called a brute.

John takes ugly risks when he tempts his hitherto loyal spouse to name him to her confidential self “Bettyish,” “Miss Nannyish,” or a “Mollycoddle.” They all mean the same thing. As a sloven he may be forgiven, in consideration of the solid manliness back of personal carelessness. We wink at rusty shoes, and collars awry, and tousled hair, and missing sleeve links. For the same reason we condone crossness, and even a touch of savagery. When he comes home in a temper, he has had a trying day down town, or he is hot, or headachy, or hungry. Womanly ingenuity is set to work to soothe down the inclement mood and womanly love springs to the front with the mantle of tenderest charity to hide the fault from others, and put it out of our own minds when it is past.

I know a man – squarely built, robust and keen-eyed – who carries the keys of the storeroom, and lends them to his wife at night and morning to give out the supplies needed for the daily meals. He registers his day book and ledger every pound of butter and box of crackers and quart of vinegar brought into the house, with the date of purchase.

I know another who ceased from his labors 10 years ago who visited kitchen, pantries and storeroom several times every week to see that everything was clean and orderly. He used to smell milk pans, run a critical finger around the inside of kettles and pots and inquire into the destination of scraps – and all without a blush or misgiving. In each case it was of course, impossible to keep servants who could get any other place. Wives belong to the class that cannot give warning.

If either of these men would have tolerated the apparition in his counting room or office at stated or irregular periods of his wife, bent upon inspection of accounts and sales, the clerks undergoing examination, or standing as witnesses of his humiliation – then he was justified to his conscience for his policy of home rule.

Many would go to prison for her John and to the scaffold with him. She springs to arms in his defense if her nearest of kin dare to intimate that he is not the pink of perfection she would have them believe. His grossest eccentricities are graces so long as they are masculine.

But let him prowl into the pantry, peep into the bread-box, criticize the arrangement or derangement of china shelves, pull open linen drawers, spy out dusty rungs of chairs, take down, sort and hang in better order the contents of clothes hooks and hatracks – and he may shift for and shield himself. With lofty scorn the wife of his immaculate shirt bosom heaves him to the fate he deserves.

WHEN BRIDGET REBELS

In which course there is some reason and a little unreason. For which of us does not ??? upon John’s sympathies in her domestic distress. He must not undertake the management of Bridget, or Dalphine, or Marie. These be womanish matters in which a man should not inter-meddle. It may be the most temperate of suggestions, such as, “My dear, I don’t like to find fault, but if you would speak to Margaret about meddling with the papers upon my table wen she dusts the library?” It is a distinct trespass upon wifely preserves. Margaret is under the protection of her mistress’ wing. The interests and credit of the two are identical. But here comes a day when the league snaps in two, like scorched twine. The maid gives warning, and company is expected, and the mistress “did think she had a right to expect better things from Margaret after all the kindness she has shown her in sickness and in health and the excellent wages she has given her, and here, at the most inconvenient time she could have chosen, the creature is deserting her.”

Thus runs the torrent of talk swashed into the ears of a man who left much worse complication behind him in his office when he set his face toward home and imaginary peace. Had he found fault with Margaret a week ago he would have been a “Molly.” Should he withhold sympathy from the mistress to-day, to the extent of commending the ingrate’s past services and wondering if there many not be possible palliation somewhere for her present behaviour – he is unfeeling, and a man! When a woman brings out the monosyllable in that accent she may as well go a semitone further and say, “monster.”

To be explicit, John must dance when his spouse puts the pipes to her lips and not presume to mourn but at her lamenting. As her sister, my sympathies topple dangerously toward her. As an impartial chronicler, I cannot deny that he has a show of reason on his side, even when he is convicted of womanish meddling. He is but a passenger upon the domestic craft in fair weather, a paying passenger, who is expected, nevertheless, to be smilingly content with his accommodations, to eat as he is fed, sleep upon the bed as it is made, and to complain of nothing until the sea gets rough, and another and a stout hand is needed on deck and in the rigging.

Marion Harland

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Pretty Rooms For the Cottage Home

This is the second article in February of the School for Housewives 1904 series published on Feb 14, 1904, and follows the previous article on cottages.

School for Housewives – Pretty Rooms For the Cottage Home

The illustrations suggest a baker’s half-dozen of charming plans for the cottage home.

The little dining room shown is in Flemish or weathered oak, with wallpaper in pale buff shade.

The wall has also a deep wainscoting of carbon paper or burlap in dull green and the carpet or rugs covering the floor tone in with the general effect. Either dull green or leaf brown would make a desirable choice.

One of the bedrooms is very fresh and dainty, although exceedingly inexpensive. The furniture, which is suggestive of one of the French periods, is enameled in white. Wallpaper, carpeting, etc., are in pink, and flowered muslin draperies round out the scheme.

Everything about the living room pictured suggests the fact that it is intended for use and comfort. The sturdy chair supply is supplemented by oaken seats radiating outward from one of the corners of the room. Cushions undressed leather, the new art lamp and other minor furnishings are all selected in accordance with the fundamental colors of the scheme.

Another one of the bedrooms is distinguished by several attractive features. The high shelf encircling a portion of the room is one of these, the odd little chest of drawers another.

The broad sunny window in the hall makes this little apartment unusually bright and cheery.

A hall so furnished can take the place of a reception room or parlor for entertaining guests.

The study is that of the worker, not the dilettante. A simple and artistic desk, a few good pictures and accessible bookcases comprise its outfit.

The ideal library is, more than half of it, composed of nooks formed by bookcases of every rank and degree, pictures and other interesting art objects.

Marion Harland

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A “Valentine High Tea”

This is the second article in February of the School for Housewives 1905 series published on Feb 12, 1905, and is a fun article on a Valentine’s Day party. I do remember from past Valentine’s day parties that we also played the cake game where your “fortune” was told by what item was found in your piece.

School for Housewives – A “Valentine High Tea”

Plenty of Fun, Little Ceremony and Far Less Trouble than a Formal Dinner

A high tea is less than a dinner, a trifle more ceremonious than a general “At Home” with tea, sandwiches and cakes.

Our young mistress, with the help of a maid-of-all work, may accomplish successfully a little dinner of four, or at most six, “covers,” as the English put it. We say “four or six people at table.” The hostess may be a clever manager, her maid expect in her part. Nevertheless, the dinner is an “undertaking.” Some day we will talk it over, for such functions must needs be, once in a good many whiles.

For one-fourth of the expense and one-third of the work our housewife may entertain three times as many guests and win golden opinions of her ability as caterer and entertainer. She scores not one but several good points in seizing upon an “occasion” to be “improved” by the festive gathering.

A “Valentine High Tea” sounds note of good, gay cheer, predisposing the prospective guests to hilarity. The idea is not hackneyed; the fact that they are bidden by other young people insures freedom from strict conventionalities. For it goes without saying that the guests must all be youthful – comparatively – and single.

St. Valentine has no dealings with the wedded. Mating is his business, and he sticks to it. There must, also, be an equal number of young men and maidens – ten or twelve of each, if our flat or cottage will hold so many. The decorations of table and rooms must be spring flowers. These need not be elaborate, for daffodils and hyacinths are expensive. Married Mary is fortunate if, in anticipation of the “festa,” she has raised a dozen hyacinths in glasses from budding bulbs bought six weeks ago. This inflexible needles of pine and spruce, even the more graceful running calendar, and inadmissible; the rubber plant would be a vile solecism. She many, however, wreathe pictures and candelabra with the complaisant smilax.

Before the Valentine rush begins let her provide herself with several sizes and patterns of heart-shaped cake cutters and molds. The day before the affair let her make bounteous store of small cakes, cut and molded with these. For reasons I will show presently, a liberal proportion of these should be sponge, therefore butterless, hearts.

THE FUN OF SURPRISE-FORTUNES

When all are baked, have written ready upon slips of paper a given number of proper names, masculine and feminine; fold each neatly once across, not to take too much room; lay upon he underside of a heart, wash the inner edges of the cake with white of egg and fit another heart of the same size upon the first, inclosing the folded bit of paper. Have an equal number of masculine and feminine names thus hidden, keeping the sexes carefully separated as you go on. When each heart is “mated” and made fast to its companion, frost it all over, and let it dry. That there may be no confusion at the last, let the icing of one set of cakes by white, the other pink. When dry, heap those containing the men’s names in one dish, the women’s in another.

Split carefully and extract the kernels from as many English walnuts as there are gusts, tuck into each hollow nut a folded paper on which is written the date of a future year – “1906-1907-1910,” etc.; fit the sides together, lecture in place with mucilage or sealing wax and pile in a nut dish, wreathed with smilax. Another set of walnuts, similarly prepared, should contain couplets prophetic of the destiny of him or of her who may open it. These need not be wise. They will not be poetical. A little knack of stringing rhymes together and a keen sense of fun will make them amusing. When bashful Robert, who has found the name of “Elizabeth” between the two halves of his cookey, and learned from the open walnut that he will be married in 1906, is bidden by the second nut –

Brace your courage, sighing swain!
Eliza longs to heal your pain –

As Dr. Primrose said of the party at the parsonage – “here was not much wit, but there was a great deal of laughter, and that did almost as well.”

There are sharp edges to wit in which honest, happy funmaking is, happily, wanting.

Cut your sandwiches, also, into heart shapes. Recipes for a variety of these will be found in another column. Bonbons, fashioned into hearts, darts and arrows, are abundant at this season, and pink-and-white Cupids, that will swing airily from the central chandelier and balance themselves dizzily upon the pinnacle of ice cream “forms.” If you choose to order ices molded into hearts, any confectioner will supply them on Valentine’s Day.

A silver thimble, signifying bachelorhood or spinsterhood; a gold ring, foretelling matrimony; a dime, promising wealth, may be hidden in a large white fruit cake and cut for at random by the merrymakers.

SERVE REFRESHMENTS INFORMAL

Mrs. John’s fertile fancy will suggest twenty variations of and improvements upon he foregoing outline. Hearts may be interwoven in an intricate pattern upon the damask cloth with ivy or geranium leaves. A big bowl of salad may have a like device sketched upon the surface in the minced whites and powdered yolks of eggs.

Set the table in the dining room, but do not range chairs about it. Let the guests stand or sit where they like in parlor or drawing room, overflowing into the hall if crowded, the young men doing the waiting.

For beverages, have cafe au lait and milled chocolate. For formulas for these and for white fruit cake see recipe column.

Marion Harland

Porch Furnishings from Paris

This is the first article in February of the School for Housewives 1904 series published on Feb 7, 1904.

School for Housewives – Porch Furnishings from Paris

The new French furnishings for the porch are a thorough-going innovation this year.

We seem to have revolted utterly from the ungainly rustic patterns of former summers, and the 1904 outfits are in every way dainty enough for an indoor apartment.

Rattan is the material commonly used. It comes in delicate shades never before dreamed of for the American veranda.

Pale lavender, pinks, blues or woven effects in a number of light tints vie with the pretty reds and greens to which we are better accustomed.

Some of the styles are “shaded”; that is, three or even more shades of green or blue occur in a single piece.

Willow furniture, too, has been greatly improved. So much so, in fact, that it is a possible rival of the new imported goods. It is especially pretty in green or red, either of which is always so chiming for piazza or lawn.

It is now possible to secure a hammock in silk or cord matching the tone of furniture, and in this way, with the assistance of pretty matting screens, to arrange a completely “matched” group of belongings.

In the matter of shape and “pieces” porch furnishings are becoming more and more promising with each season.

Where a few years ago the articles were limited to a few unpicturesque chairs and a tiff-looking lounge, the set of the present often includes a pretty reading table, tea table, flower stand, as well as a wicker chest or basket for golf sticks and debris of like nature.

Many of the latest tables and chairs are fitted out with capacious pockets intended to gather in the magazines and paper which, lying about loose, disfigure many an otherwise pretty porch.

Special wicker tea tables come for the veranda. They can be had n red, green or other tints to match different pieces of the piazza set.

Marion Harland

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How to Lighten the Winter Bill of Fare, Which Most of Us Make Too Heavy in the Belief That We Are Generating Heat

This is the first article in February of the School for Housewives 1905 series published on Feb 5, 1905, and is a longer article on foods that can be used to cook with during the winter months especially vegetables.

School for Housewives – How to Lighten the Winter Bill of Fare, Which Most of Us Make Too Heavy in the Belief That We Are Generating Heat

Some Plebeian Vegetables Which, When Properly Prepared, Will Give a Pleasing Variety to the Cold Weather Menu

When the days begin to lengthen,
then the cold begins to strengthen.

Then, too, in humiliating emulation of the of the Laplander who gorges himself with blubber and washes it down with train oil to keep up his supply of human carbon, we eat more meat than at any other season of the year. Beef, pork, and, in a less degree, mutton, generate heat, because they make blood. The quantity of that blood is a minor consideration with the average eater.

When feverish colds, feverish bilious attacks, undisguised pleurisy and unmistakable pneumonia lay the strong man low, and weaken the forces of delicate women and children, we pile the blame upon the broad shoulders of the weather and brace the system with beef tea and blood-rare steak. In order to keep well we have buckwheat cakes and sausage for breakfast, pork tenderloins for luncheon, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding for dinner.

I once heard a pig-headed man argue with hatred irrelevancy that it is flying in the face of Providence to use artificial means – glass houses and the like – to keep vegetables growing in winter.

“If God Almighty had meant us to eat them out of season, He would have made them grow all the year round,” was a clincher from which there was no appeal. It would have been worse than useless for his silenced opponent to ask why, if beasts of meat were made to serve man for food all winter long, the ground should be frozen into barrenness for six months of the year, obliging us to preserve food for them by artificial means.

SOME GOOD ARRANGEMENTS

In a later “Talk” I shall show how kind Nature, as if anticipating the deductions and practice of pig-headed men and their followers, has provided, in a measure, against the consequences of their blunders. We come now to reason together concerning the gentle influences upon blood and liver of such vegetables as are within our reach during the period when the “strengthened” cold does its cruel worst upon us.

Begin with what is perhaps the best-abused vegetable in the market and collar – cabbage. It is so cheap that the poorest may have to eat it every day. It keeps green and juicy from November to April, and while chemical analysis shows a result of 89 percent of water, it also set down “fats – next to nothing.” And fats are what we are trying to avoid.

Cabbage is an unmistakable plebeian, although some of its kindred – cauliflower, broccoli and Brussels sprouts – find welcome in refined circles. It tastes good – as most of us admit. It smells villainous in cooking, and it disagrees with tender stomachs.

To abate the nuisance of the odor and lessen unwholesomeness, cook in an open pot, covered with plenty of cold water, salted, and add, before the boil begins, half a teaspoonful of baking soda for a gallon of water. Then cook fast – always in two waters! Keep up the first boil for fifteen minutes, turn off every drop of water – “waster it into the sink,” as Bridget-Thekla would describe the process – return to the fire and fill up the pot with boiling water. Put in a teaspoonful of salt and a quarter teaspoonful of soda and cook, uncovered, twenty minutes longer. Turn into a colander and press with the back of a wooden spoon until no more of the 89 percent of water will run out. Transfer to a chopping tray, mince coarsely with a perfectly clean chopping-knife, put into a heated saucepan over the fire and stir in pepper, salt and a good lump of butter until you have a smoking hot mess – not disintegrated, yet well seasoned. Dish, and send around vinegar for those who like to qualify still farther the cabbage-taste.

This is the plain boiled cabbage which serves as a base for dishes, recipes for which are given elsewhere.

Onions – particularly the Spanish variety – while they contain 91 percent of water, and are, therefore, less nutritious than are generally supposed, owe their wholesomeness at this season largely to the portion of sulphur, which makes them smell, if not to heaven, to the topmost ceiling of a nine-story flat when cooked upon the first floor. Unless, indeed, our housewife takes the trouble to leave them in cold water for two hours before cooking, puts them over the fire in salted cold water with a half teaspoonful of soda to the gallon, and boils fast in an open vessel until tender, changing the water as with cabbage, for fresh boiling, at the end of fifteen minutes after ebullition begins. Drain, dish and cover with a white sauce.

TRY TO AVOID FATS

Celery may not make muscle and bone, but it is an excellent nerve bracer, either cold or cooked. Even when a fair-sized bunch costs 20 cents – and it is seldom more expensive – it is worth the price. Break off the outer and coarser stalks, scrape, cut into inch lengths, lay in cold water for an hour, drain, cook tender in boiling water, slightly salted; pour this off, cover the celery with a good white sauce and serve. The inner, crisp stalks are sent to the table raw, with bits of ice scattered over them.

Carrots are decidedly wholesome, containing sugar and mucilage and slightly medicinal mineral matter. They are cheap, and would be more popular if the average housewife knew how to cook them. (See Recipe Column.)

Beets carry a still larger percentage of sugar. The older they are the longer they should be boiled. Mrs. Whitney says: “For cooking old beets – all the time you have!” This is one of the good things that can hardly be overdone.

Parsnips are among the most nutritious of our winter vegetables, containing less water and more sugar than carrots. People who like them are very fond of them – those who “cannot abide” their peculiar, slightly aromatic sweetness never learn to like them.

Salsify, or oyster plant, is another friend who remains faithful to us from autumn until spring. It is nutritious, palatable and very slightly laxative. Of the various ways of preparing it for the table, I give one in the Recipe Column.

Marion Harland