Meal Contrasts
In Color, Texture
Help Appetite
Cheese Souffle Sandwiches team
■p with ripe ellves to five good Ha
ver and color contrast to those
quickie lunches.
How is your contrast IQ In mealsT
Do you serve whiteflsh, potatoes
and cauliflower all at the same meal
and expect the
family to eat it?
Do you put be
fore them Bean
Loaf, mashed
squash and bread
puddiag and ex- .
pect them to And I
the meal palat
able?
Ye*, the food* *re all highly nu
tritious and may be well prepared,
but there'* an important element in
meal planning missing In these sug
gestions. It is contrast. There’s a
lack of contrast in flavor, color and
texture in these food combinations,
and without that meals will often go
uneaten.
Real interest in foods is an inter
est in the way they look and how
they feel in the mouth. If the meal
Its colorful, the family is immediate
ly attracted. There is also a de
sire tor different textures. That’s
Why the family wants something
crispy in a salad when they have a
•oft food like stew, Spanish rice or
spaghetti.
People are very fond of macaroni
and corn or potatoes and parsnips,
but they don’t care for them at the
same meal. If you're having mac
aroni, try serving it with something
green like green beans, peas, broc
coli or asparagus and watch the fam
ily go for it. The table will be
more colorful, too, and we eat with
our eyes, too, you know.
Now, how would you like this com
bination? Mock drumsticks, lima
beans and carrots. There's no same
ness about texture or color there.
Mock Drumsticks.
(Serves 6)
IK pounds vest, beef or pork
steaks, cut thin
j • skewers
Z cups cornflakes
1 e(f
Z tablespoons milk
1 teaspoon salt
K teaspoon pepper
3 tablespoons ;’at
K eup water
Cut meat into strips and roll
around skewers in the shape of a
drumstick.
Rol cornflakes into fine crumbs.
Cover drumsticks with crumbs, then
dip in slightly
beaten egg to
which milk and
seasonings have
been added. Roll
again in crumbs.
Brown the drum
sticks in fat. then
add water, cover
tightly and bake I
in a moderate (350
degree) oven about 1 hour or until
tender.
Here's an easy dinner as good to
the eye as to the palate:
Cream of Tomato Soup
Lamb Roll Baked Squash
Hashed Brown Potatoes
Cole Slaw
Apple Sauce Chocolate Cookies
Lamb Roll.
(Serves 6)
Booed Breast of Lamb
K pound balk pork sausage
S tablespoons lard
1 small onion, diced
t tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
1 oop tomatoes
Have lamb breast boned, spread
with sausage meat and tied into a
roQ. Brown on all sides in hot fat.
Season with salt and pepper. Add
Lynn Says
Leaking Mighty Pretty: Slice
cucumbers thinly but not quite all
the way through. Place slices ot
radish in between each slice of
cucumber.
Fill spiced beets with chopped
spinach and serve around beef
roast.
Break cauliflower into flower
lets. sprinkle with paprika and
place around ham slice.
When serving carrots with
lamb, roll the whole carrots in
chopped mint.
Bananas and pineapple slices
make a smart accompaniment to
ground beef.
all other ingredients. Cover closely
and cook very slowly until done,
about ltt hours. Add more liquid.
If needed.
Colorful vegetables in this menu
are all cooked with the meat:
Braised Liver with Vegetables
Mashed Potatoes
Orange-Watercress Salad
Rye Bread — Butter
Butterscotch Sundae
Braised Liver With Vegetables.
(Serves 8)
ltt pounds sliced liver
Flour
2 tablespoons bacon drippings
8 carrots
2 green peppers
6 small onions
Salt and pepper
H cup water
Dredge liver with flour. Brown in
hot drippings. Clean and dice vege
tablet. Arrange
in piles on slices
of liver. Season. A
Add water. Cover jj
and cook slowly t
until liver and
vegetables are i
done. Beef liver I
will take about 45 "
minutes. Pork, lamb and veal (or
calves') liver will take about 30 min
utes.
Now, for a luncheon dish that haa
unusual flavor and contrast. First,
here’s the menu I’d suggest:
Vegetable Broth
or
Grapefruit Juice
Cheese Souffle Sandwiches.
Jellied Fruit Salad Beverage
Date Bars
A double boiler will help the cook
produce perfect souffle sandwiches:
Cheese Souffle Sandwich.
(Serves 6)
A slices white bread
Va pound processed cheddar cheese
Dash of pepper
Dash of paprika
3 eggs
Ripe olives
Toast the bread (crusts trimmed)
on both sides. Melt the cheese in
the top of a double boiler. Add pep
per and paprika to egg yolks. Beat
until thick, then fold this mixture
into egg whites which have been
beaten until stiff but not dry. Pile
on toast and bake in a moderate
oven (350 degrees) until puffy and
golden brown. Place on a chop plate
and garnish with ripe olives.
For the fruit salad suggestion, you
may have cherry flavored gelatin
with melon balls and dark grapes;
lemon flavored gelatin with pine
apple, white grapes, nutmeats, and
cherries.
Mock Drumsticks, crisply costed
and fried to tenderness, are line loll
for whole cooked carrots and lima
beans. Use a circular platter to
carry out the pattern.
Date bars are a chewy contrast
to the rest of the meal.
Date Bart.
(Makes 2 dtienl
1 cup sifted flour
'At teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon baking powder
V* cup bran or wheat germ
1 cup chopped dates
I cup chopped walnuts
3 eggs
1 cup honey
K cup melted butter
Sift together flour, salt, cinnamon
and baking powder. Add bran, dates
and nuts. Beat egg until thick, add
honey and butter. Mix welL Stir
in flour mixture, blending thorough
ly. Spread evenly on well-greased
pan and bake in a moderate (350
degree) oven about 35 minutes. Cut
tn squares while warm, then remove
from pan.
Butterscotch Rice Pudding.
(Serves 6)
4 cup rice
t cups milk
4 teaspoon salt
4 cup brown sugar
2 tablespoons butter
1 tablespoon lemon juice
4 teaspoon vanilla
4 cup chopped dates
Wash rice, then add rice and salt
to milk. Bring to a boil and simmer
25 minutes. Meanwhile melt but
ter and add sugar. Cook slowly un
til mixture melts and turns dark
brown. Add to rice-milk mixture
and stir. Remove from heat and
add lemon juice, vanilla and dates.
Cool.
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The story thus far: Robert Scott, a
West Point graduate, begins pursuit train
ing at Panama after winning his wings
at Kelly Field, Texas. When war breaks
out he Is Instructor at a California air
field, but wanting to get into combat
flying he writes General after General
making the request. Finally the chance
comes. He says goodhy to his wife and
child and leaves for Florida, where he
picks up his four-motor bomber and flies
to India. Here for some time he Is a
ferry pilot, flying supplies Into Burma.
When Burma falls to the Japs he helps
carry refugees to India. Soon he has an
opportunity to visit General Chennault,
and tells the General he wants to be a
fighter pilot.
CHAPTER XI
I couldn’t waste much time in
practice, for after ail Burma was
just over the Naga Hills and the
Japs were coming towards Myit
kyina from the South and up the
Chindwin and the Irrawaddy. It was
open season and I needed no hunt
ing license. Now I definitely knew
that adventure was near.
On that afternoon of April 30, 1942,
with a full load of ammunition and
the shark-mouth seeming to drip
saliva, it was so eager, I waited by
my ship for an alert. Jap observa
tion planes had been coming over
at high altitude very regularly. If
they came today I hoped to sur
prise them.
At two o’clock the alert came, but
it was not observation. Many un
identified aircraft were reported by
a British radio somewhere over the
Naga Hills. I didn't ask for more
than that scanty information—I was
in my fighter and climbing over the
“tea ranches,’’ as Colonel Haynes
called them.
High over the field at 22,000 feet,
I cuddled my oxygen mask and
circled, watching for enemy ships to
the East, South, and Southeast—
down irj the direction of a course to
Mandalay. I searched until my eyes
hurt, but saw nothing. After about
an hour, turning to a course that
would take me In the direction from
which an enemy had to come, I flew
off to intercept—I now had barely
two hours’ fuel, and the farther
away from my base I met them, the
more successful my attack would be. J
Lord! the ego that I possessed! 1
honestly believe I thought I could
shoot down any number of Japs with
my single fighter. Again I say, more
of the valor of ignorance.
After forty-five minutes 1 turned
for home and began to let down to
eighteen thousand. Thirty miles
from the field I suddenly tensed to
the alert. Off ahead of me was a
dark column of smoke, rising high
in the air right in the position on the
world's surface that the home field
should be. My tortured mind flashed
back to other results of bombings
that I had seen.
“My God,” I moaned, "while I’ve
been away looking for the bastards,
they’ve slipped in here and bombed
hell out of the home base!"
With tears in my eyes I nosed
over and dove for the Zeros that
should be strafing the field. (Later
I was to learn a lot about this meth
od too.) The smoke was from base
all right, but I could see no enemy
planes. The only thing in the sky
was a single Douglas transport,
making a normal landing on the
runway. "Calling "NR-Zero—NR
Zero,*’ 1 asked what the fire was.
The reply was muddled, but every
thing seemed to be in order, for I
noticed two other transports clear
ing the field for China. I circled,
then dove on the smoking ruins of
the RAF operations “basha.” That
building had been the casualty, and
it was a total loss. I could see the
operations officer sitting out in the
open, some hundred feet from the
charred ruins, calmly carrying on
his duties.
When I'd gotten my fighter parked
again I went over and heard the
story. No Jap attack had come,
and I felt relieved—my single-ship
war and I had not let the station
down. But as I heard the embar
rassed operations man tell his story
I remember choking discreetly and
leaving before I laughed myself to
death.
When the alert sounded, "Opps”—
the operations officer—had hurried
to the window of the thatch and
bamboo "basha” to see me take off
in the "bloody kite—that Kitty
hawk." Seeing a transport from
China about to land, and fearing that
the Japs would bomb it on the field,
he had then fired a Very pistol out
of the operations window: the red
Very light would be the signal for
the transport not to land but to fly
in the "stand-by” area. The Very
light had gone nonchalantly out of
the operations window, into the
wind, had curved gracefully back
into another window, and had
burned the bloody building in five
minutes. Operations was being car
ried on as usual from operations
desk, which was located in front of
the site of the former office. Bloody
shame, wasn’t it?
Well, it was tragic, but I guess
it was better than a bombing. And
so my first mission ended.
Came May Day, and I began the
greatest month in my life. I flew
every day in that long month, some
times as many as four missions a
day. By putting in a total of 214
hours and 45 minutes, 1 averaged
over seven hours a day for the
month. Most of this was in fighter
ships—my little old Kittyhawk and
I learned a lot, and we were very,
very lucky. When I had come in
from my first sortie, the day oper
ations burned down, my pal CoL
Gerry Mason kidded me a bit
We got pretty confident, the trans
port boys and I, for I used to go
with them across Burma, and Jop
lin and some of the other daredevils
would try to lure the Jap in to at
tack them. Jop would call over the
radio, in the clear: "NR-o from
transport one three four—I'm lost
near Bhamo—give me a bearing."
Up there, some three thousand feet
above them. I’d be sitting with my
fighter, just praying that my “de
coy” would work and some luckless
Jap would come in for the kill. Then
I’d imagine myself diving on his
tail, my six guns blazing. But the
ruse never worked. Sometimes I
think the “Great Flying Boss in the
Sky" was giving me a little more
practice before he put me to the
supreme test.
May the fifth was one of the big
days in my life. Waving good-bye
to Gerry Mason as I taxied out, I
saw him hold his thumb up to me
to wish me good hunting. I waved
back and was in the air on a sweep
towards central Burma. I went
straight to Myitkyina; then, seeing
nothing, I swung South along the
Irrawaddy over Bhamo. Continuing
South I went right down on the Bur
ma Hoad, North of Lashio, and
search’d for enemy columns. North
of the airport at Lashio I saw two
groups of troops in marching order.
I would have strafed them imme
diately. but I was afraid they might
be Chinese; after all, there were two
Chinese armies coming North some
where in Burma. I made as though
to ignore them and they partially
Chinese soldiers and coolies look
over Jap plane shot down by Col.
Scott.
scattered to the sides of the road.
Twelve trucks in the column kept
rolling to the North.
Then I momentarily forgot about
the troops—for in the northwestern
comer of the field at Lashio was a
ship. From my altitude of 2500 feet
I saw at once that it was a twin
engined enemy bomber, later iden
tified as a Mitsubishi, Army 97. It
was being serviced, for there were
four gasoline drums in front of it
and a truck that had evidently un
loaded the fuel. My gun switches
were already on, and had been since
I had seen the troop column. Now
I was diving for the grounded bomb
er and getting my "Christmas Tree”
sight lighted properly.
Hurriedly I began to shoot. I saw
men running from the truck and
jumping into the bushes to the side.
My first shots hit in front of the
plane, probably striking the fuel
drums, for heavy dust covered the
enemy ship. I released my trigger
as I pulled out of my dive, just
clearing the trees behind my tar
get. As I looked back I saw the
red circle on one wing, but the other
was covered by the body of a man
who either had been shot or was try
ing to hide the identifying insignia.
Keeping the ship very low, I
turned 180 degrees for the second at
tack. This time I did better. I saw
my tracers go into the thin fuselage
and then into the engines. At first
I thought that what I was seeing
was more dust; then I realized it
was smoke pouring from under the
ship. It was on fire. Foolishly then,
I pulleu up to about six hundred
feet; if there had been anti-aircraft
fire, I know now they would have
shot me down. Again I turned and
shot at the truck and the gasoline
drums, and once more I saw the
tracers converge on the enemy ship.
Smoke was floating high in the sky—
I could smell it over the odor of cor
dite that came from my own guns.
Keeping very low again, I turned
East and found the Burma Road,
turned up it and started looking for
the columns which I now knew were
Japanese. I approached them from
the rear, fired from about a thou
sand yards, and the road seemed
to pulverize. The closely packed
troops appeared to rush back to
wards me as my speed cut the dis
tance between us. I held the six
guns on while I went the length of
the troop column and caught the
trucks. There were only six now,
but I fired into all of them and two
I saw burn immediately. On my
second pass, as I "S’ed” across the
road, I shot at each truck individu
ally, then turned for the troops
again. The road was so dusty that
I could barely see the bodies of
those I had hit on the first pass. I
suppose the others were hidden in
the brush to the side. As I pulled
up, I could see the black plume of
smoke to the South—my first enemy
ship was burning fiercely.
I made as though to leave the
area, then came in again from the
South on the troops after the dust
had settled. They had reformed but
were not as closely packed as be
fore. Again I strafed them, but this
time I saw that they were firing at
me. The trucks couldn’t get off
the road, and I exhausted my am
munition on them in two more
passes. One truck that I caught
dead center with a full two-second
burst seemed to blow up. When I
left, I knew that four of the trucks
were burning, and farther to the
South I could still see the smoke
of my first Jap plane rising high
above the trees of Burma.
Straight back to base I went, feel
ing very intoxicated with success.
At last I'd been able to see Japs and
draw blood. In this case they had
been treated Just as they had been
treating Allied ground troops, and I
was nappy.
That afternoon I went back on
the second mission. I found the
wrecks of four trucks and baggage,
and objects that could have been
men, scattered all over the road.
The place where I had caught the
troop column showed about forty
dead men. The grounded plane had
burned, and with it had burned about
ten acres of the jungle. I fired a
long burst into the truck and into
the four fuel drums in front of the
debris of the enemy bomber, but
they didn’t burn; I guess the morn
ing fire had finished them. I
searched the country to the North
for more troops, but didn’t intercept
any.
I went back home highly elated—1
had drawn my first blood. I felt that
the world was good again. With
pride I radioed General Chennault
that his “shark” had been in use,
that I had caught lots of rats walk
ing along the Burma Hoad, and that
one Army 97 bomber would fly no
more for the Japs.
When Myitkyina fell, I went over
there every day to burn the gasoline
that had been stored in tins in
the woods to the Northeast of the
end of the runway. I had found out
its location from British Intelli
gence, but the RAF Group Captain
had exacted from me a promise
that I would not fire into it until he
gave me the word.
It seems that he was afraid that
the firing and the burning of the fuel
would excite the native Burmese
who were in the village. I couldn’t
see what difference that would
make, for after all the Japs would
capture the thousands of gallons of
aviation gasoline, and the natives
were more than likely helping them
anyway. Though I held off, every
time I saw the shiny four-gallon
cans in the trees my finger itched
to bum the cache before the enemy
could use it. I passed the three
days of waiting in burning three
barges on the Irrawaddy, South of
Bhamo, and in setting a fuel barge
on fire down on the Chindwin. In
this last raid my ship picked up a
few small holes; evidently some Jap
sympathizers got my range.
Later in the week, the RAF Group
Captain told me that his Comman
dos in Myitkyina were going to
knock holes in all the fuel tins with
picks before they left the field to the
Japs. Nevertheless I kept watching
the gasoline stores while the Japs
moved to the North. On May 8,
when I got in my ship and started
the Allison, my friend the Group
Captain ran across the field to tell
me that the Japs could not get the
gasoline—it had been destroyed with
out fire, and thus the villagers would
not be panicked. Over the roar of
the engine I yelled that in that case
it would not burn when I fired into
it. For I had waited long enough;
the Japs were in Myitkyina and I
wasn’t taking any chances on their
acquiring over 100,000 gallons of avi
ation fuel less than two hundred
miles from our base.
When I came over the field at
Myitkyina, the enemy fired at me
while I was yet tfen miles away; I
could see the black bursts of the
37 mm AA in front and below me.
I started •‘Jinking*’ and moved to
the Northeast, so that I could come
from out of the sun and be as far as
I could get from the field. With my
first burst the whole woods seemed
to blow up—I have never seen such
a flash as that which came when
that veritable powder-train of high
octane fuel caught fire from the trac
ers. I also fired at two of the gun
installations on the field. But the
bursts from the Jap guns were so
close to me that I decided to let
well enough alone, and turned for
home in Assam.
Next day. May 9, I made four
raids into Burma. On the first of
these I escorted two transports pi
loted by Sartz and Sexton to Pao
shan, where they were going to land
to pickup the baggage of the AVG,
who were going on to Kunming. I
waited for them to land and take off
again, and then called goodby. They
were going on East within the air
controlled by the AVG, and I wanted
to look for Japs to the South any
way. Two hours later Paoshan
was badly bombed by the Japs;
and so I missed a good party by
not staying around.
(TO BE CONTINUED*
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