A second Dudley book of cookery and other recipes

ID OIL half a pound of small macaroni or spaghetti until quite tender in slightly salted water, then cut it up very small, drain and allow it to cool. Mix with it one ounce of grated cheese and a little rich white creamy sauce ; heat up and stir well. Then add the yolks of two eggs and spread on a dish or plate. When cold, make into round cakes, dip into light frying batter and fry in hot fat. When well drained, dish up and sprinkle with grated Parmesan cheese. A little chopped ham or smoked tongue can be added to the mixture, if liked. MADRAS FRITTERS TT'OUR slices of brown bread, three tablespoonfuls of chutney, one ounce of butter, four slices of cooked ham, frying batter, frying fat and parsley. Stamp out the bread into rounds by means of a plain paste cutter one and a half inches in diameter. Spread each round with butter, and covered the butter sides with a layer of chutney. Place on this a round of ham, the same size as the bread, and press together lightly. Dip each slice into frying batter, then fry a golden colour in hot frying fat. Drain well and dish up with garnish of fried parsley. SALAD MIXTURE IN VERSE Two large potatoes , passed through kitchen sieve, Unwonted softness to the salad give . Of mordant mustard add a single spoon Distrust the condiment that bites so soon, But deem it not , thou Man of Herbs, a fault To add a double quantity of salt ; Three times the spoon with oil of Lucca crown. And once with vinegar procured from town. True flavour needs it, and your poet begs The pounded yellow of two well-boiled eggs. Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl. And scarce suspected animate the whole : And lastly on the flavoured compound toss A magic teaspoon of A nchovy sauce. Then though green turtle fail, though venison's tough, And ham and turkey be not boiled enough. Serenely full the epicure may say, “ Fate cannot harm me — I have dined to-day ." % ' Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast ; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate, and can't digest. thos. ingoldsby r* Our Garrick's a salad ; for in him, we see Oil, vinegar, sugar and saltness agree ! GOLDSMITH If the man who turnips cries Cry not when his father dies , ’ Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father. Johnson Salad and eggs and lighter fare , Tune the Italian spark's guitar ; And if I take Dan Congreve right . Pudding and beef make Britons fight . MATTHEW PRIOR % Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith . Better is a dry morsel and righteousness therewith, than a house full of feasting with strife. % PROVERBS All human history attests That happiness for man — the hungry sinner ! — • Since Eve ate apples, must depend on dinner. BYRON, “ DON JUAN,” 11, xcix Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism. All very good words for the lips — especially prunes and prism." DICKENS, 66 LITTLE DORRIT ” To say you are welcome were superfluous. HOSPITALITY Bless' cl be that spot, where clieerjul guests retire , To pause from toil , and trim their evening fire ; Bless'd that abode where want and pain repair , And every stranger finds a ready chair . Bless' d be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail ,