Practical home cookery

" It is almost too hot to eat.” How often do we hear this remark during what is popularly known as the dog days ! There is no doubt that as a nation we do not make sufficient allowance for the variations of our climate, and are too apt to feed ourselves and children on almost the same food both in summer and winter. The hotel waiter will give exactly the same answer both in July and December : ” Dinner, sir — yes, sir — chops, sir — steak — cutlet,” and he stops, having exhausted the English bill of fare. But it is not so much in hotel life that the difficulty of getting suitable summer food is found as in home life. How many tens of thousands of men are there who from sheer necessity are compelled for the greater part of the summer to be cooped up in broiling weather in a hot, close office, their day’s employment being varied but by occasional visits to hotter salerooms, etc., containing an atmosphere ten times more close and vitiated 1 The unfortunate husband returns to his home with wearied brain and jaded appetite. Too often mangled carelessness and selfishness has provided such unappetising food for his dinner, that he is fain to seek for that nourishment of which liis body stands in need in fluids rather than sohds, and then the seeds are sown which eventually grow up and produce a harvest of wretchedness and misery. I overheard a conversation once in a little back room in a famous pastrycook’s, now done away with, between two wives, on their husbands’ selfishness, each one of course trying to make out her own the worst. They had started with a basin of mock-turtle soup, and had followed with two oyster patties each. I left before they had finished. It was before wine was allowed to be sold by pastrycooks, or, judging from appearances, they would probably have remained there during the better part of the afternoon. It is the way of the world all over. I recollect a man about five feet three passing one who was fully five feet two and a half, and remarking ; — “ Dear me, what a terrible misfortune it must be to be so short ! ” Do you know any one who breakfasts in bed every day, who never attends at all to household duties, and whose health requires a rarer wine at dinner than others ? You may be quite sure that person will be most intolerant to any approach to self-indulgence in others, and wiU be given to hold forth little homilies on the duties of early rising, industry, and self-denial. Charity begins at home, and those only who deny themselves can make allowances for the want of selfdenial in others. Great allowance should be made for those who, after a hard day’s mental work, return home on a hot day, irritable, thirsty, exhausted, without being hungry. There is a great art in adapting the food for the occasion. There are certain persons, especially in this country, who seem to fail to perceive that what is suitable at one season of the year is quite unsuited at another. For instance, hot pea-soup, followed by an Irish stew, on a broiling July day, is quite as much out of character as ices at Christmas-time. In England, too, people do not seem to understand how to make the most of the means at their disposal