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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
DINNER NOT LIKE MOTHER'S .
(Copyright, 1914 by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
I got up yesterday morning to see
about the breakfast.
"How much coffee do you put In
the percolator, Annie?" I asked.
"Oh, a handful or two, Miss Mar
garet," she said with .her ever ready
"Don't .you measure it, Annie?"
"Why should I be taking all that
trouble for so silly a thing as a pot of
There it is! Something so many
of us women never learn that every
thing makes work or trouble, as An
nie calls it even a pot of coffee.
Poor Annie! She did not know the
difference between good coffee and
bad coffee. It was a hot drink toher
and nothing more
I told her that it was necessary not
only to measure the coffee but the
water and then demonstrated by
crisp bacon, amber coffee and deli
cately browned toast that a simple
breakfast could be most appetizing.
"I did not know you could cook,
Margie," said Dick as he asked for a
second cup of coffee.
"I can't, but I am going to learn.
My mother used to say that no wo
man should keep house who did not
know how to cook and if I had not
been so busy teaching school I should
have learned to do so before this. As
it is, Dick dear, you'll have to put up
with many a poor meal, I am afraid.
At least you will have to put up with
very simple food until I know how to
cook the more elaborate dishes."
"Never you mind about the elab
orate eats, my girl. We'll get our
chicken a la king and French: pastry
at the restaurant as long as you give
me a breakfast like this."
Aunt Mary looked up and smiled.
"That sounded like your Uncle John,
Dick. You know I kept house all the
time I was married and perhaps I
can tell Margie how to do a good
"Of course you can, Aunt Mary,
and Madge you can also go over and
ask mother when you want to know
how to make some things."
"Have you any 'mother's dish that
you are particularly fond of Dick?"
I asked. Dick hesitated while I
though the of the ill-cooked and bad
ly served meals I had tried to eat at
his house, and decided I was a "cat"
to ask him such a question.
"Well, you see, Margie, I can't
think of anything just now, but I
probably will," he added loyally.
"Tonight," I whispered as I kissed
him good-bye, "we're going to have
"You can't broil one like they do
in the restaurants," he taunted.
"Well, I am goiig to try," I affirm
Surely there is nothing so very
formidable about a beefsteak. Aunt
Mary says she doesn't know much
about a gas range, so I have to de
pend upon myself.
Beefsteak, baked potatoes, iced
cold cold stuffed tomatoes with
mayonaise, apple pie a la mode and a
small cup of coffee.
Here you are, Dick dear, with the
dinner you like best and which. I am
going to serve to you better than you
can get anywhere else.
I don't mind telling you a dead
secret little book; I have purchased
two steaks, so if I spoil one I can try
another and I am more afraid of
tackling this dinner than ever I was
at one of the hardest school exam
inations I ever tried.
I must make Dick think I am a
good cook, for every man thinks it is
an easy job.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
Grease the bottom of pots and ket
tles before putting them over the
coals and they will not become
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