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Cooking and castle-building

1880

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Presented as published in 1880. Historical recipes may not meet modern food-safety standards. Cook from the modern interpretation, not the original instructions.
at the beginning, and let me know every twist and turn of the process." " Why," she answered, with a complaisant smile, "it's the easiest thing in the Avorld. For my family I take five eggs. I break them into a bowl, and beat them with a sjDoon, lightly, until I can dip up a spoonful. I beat them only enough to break them up, and render them manageable. I have ready a little minced parsley, salt, and pepper. I place my omelet-pan, which is never used for any other purpose, with an ounce of sweet butter in it, on the stove ; and as soon as the Initter is hot, — be careful not to let it brown, — I pour the omelet, rinse the egg from the bowl with three teaspoon- fuls of sweet miOmeletlk — cream is better — and pour it over the omelet in the pan. I then sprinkle in salt, pepper, and minced parsley, and set it to cook where it will have moderate heat. While cooking I stir it gently with a fork, and when almost done, place it for a moment where the heat is a little quicker, so it may brown lightly on the bottom. When ready to serve, I slip a knife- blade under one side, holding the pan slightly tipped, and fold the omelet over, leaving half the pan naked, and the omelet in the shape of a turn- over pie. And now comes the only difficult part of the operation — that of turning the omelet from the pan upon the platter. Don't forget to heat the platter, — a cold omelet isn't fit to eat. Hold 132 COOIQNG AND CASTLE-BUILDING. the pan close to, and partly over it. Give it a sudden dip — the pan, I mean — and a gentle flop, and there lies your omelet, just where you desired,— a neatly shaped, plump little thing, about three inches thick, moist, light, and, in my judgment, the best omelet that can be made." " ' I went home happy, intending to surprise Harry next morning with my ideal omelet — the dainty dish he had heard me talk about, and sigh for so often. But, alas, for human expectations ! I made the omelet, and hesitated not until the time to stir it came. Then a score of perplexing ques- tions arose. "Stir gently two or three times," was what my friend had said. But Avhat is stir- ring gently? Does to stir gently mean to stir slowly ? And how soon should I begin to stir ? And why stir with a fork ? As no one was present to answer these and the other questions that sug- gested themselves, I seized a fork and began stirring slowly, round and round. But the tines of the fork scratched over the bottom of the spi- der, and that seemed the only rcsidt of my labor. After waiting awhile, I stirred again. This time I found the egg adhering to the pan, and stirred more vigorously, thinking by so doing to accom- plish the desired object. But when I attempted to turn the omelet, it stuck fast, and wouldn't fold ; so I worried over and scraped at it, until all form and comeliness were lost, and it was OMELET AND DAIXTY DISHES. 133 nothing but a shabby specimen of scrambled eggs. Then I generously left it all* for Bridget's break- fast.