Duck Is a Good Tonic for Fall Dinners
(See Recipes Below)
Ways With Fish, Fowl
Most of us know just how to pre
pare meat to delicious perfection,
but we know very
little about sea
soning and cook
ing fish and fowl
to make them de
licious.
Perhaps this is
because we had.
tuntil a few years ago, ample quan
tities of meat coming our way. Now,
we are finding that these meat sub
stitutes can be truly appetizing in
their own right.
1 The purpose of this information is
[to give you some very special ways
to tuck away in your mind (or
recipe box, if you prefer not to trust
!to memory) for preparing these oth
ler good protein foods.
Native spices are used in prepar
ing this duck dinner which I am
sure you will find perfectly de
licious:
Duck Cooked the French Way.
1 duck
Salt and pepper
Sprig of thyme
Sprig of marjoram
Sprig of winter savory
Sprig of rosemary
1 blade of mace
Few peppercorns
K cup water
It tablespoons butter
Tolks of I eggs
1 onion
Clean and wash duck. Rub over
with salt aAd pepper and place in
jhot oven. Roast until a delicate
i brown. Remove duck from oven
and cut it in pieces. Place in a stew
pan water, spices and union cut in
half. Stew gently until meat Is ten
der. Add the butter to the gravy
and pour in well-beaten egg yolks.
1 Pour over the duck and serve.
You would be pleasingly surprised
at how good
striped bass can
taste when pre
pared by boiling
and served with
mustard mayon
naise. Here’s the
way to do it:
Boiled Striped Bass.
(Serves 3 to 4)
2 to 3 pound striped bass
1 carrot, thinly sliced
1 onion, thinly sliced
1 teaspoon salt
1 bay leaf
! I teaspoon freshly ground pep
percorns
2 or 4 celery leaves, minced
1 teaspoon minced parsley
4 cup white vinegar
1 to 2 quarts boiling water
Clean and prepare flsh. Into a
shallow roasting pan. place carrot,
onion, seasoning, vinegar and boil
ing water. Bring to a boil. Place
flsh In water. Simmer gently 15
minutes, then remove from over
heat and allow flsh to poach an ad
ditional 10 minutes. Remove flsh
from liquid. Drain. Arrange on
heated platter with a garnish of lem
on and watercress. Serve with:
Lyaa Says
Kitchen Time Savers: When
preparing meals, do as many
things in advance as possible,
using those extra moments prof
itably.
Dry ingredients for breads and
muffins or biscuits can be mixed
ahead of time.
Puddings, custards, gelatin des
serts and cookies can also be
made a JJpw days in advance.
Vegetables may be cleaned,
but they should not be pared,
sliced or cut until ready to cook
or serve as they may lose vita
mins.
Salad dressings and sandwich
fillings can be tossed together
ahead of time to speed up meal
preparation.
All partially prepared foods
should be placed in the refrigera
tor for safe keeping.
Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving
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Roast Duck Browned Potatoes
Slivered Carrots and Green Beans
Green Salad with
Blue Cheese Dressing
Cherry Tarts Beverage
Mustard Mayonnaise.
1 egg yolk
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon dry mustard
14 teaspoon sugar
14 teaspoon paprika
Pinch of cayenne
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1 cup salad oil (about)
14 cup finely chopped chives
Beat egg yolk with rotary beater
until it is thick and lemon colored.
Mix the seasonings and add to the
egg yolk, beating well. Add 1 table
spoon of the lemon juice and con
tinue to beat well. Begin to add the
oil, about a half a teaspoon at a
time, beating steadily as you add.
As mixture thickens, the remain
ing lemon Juice may be added. Add
oil suflicient to make a rich, thick
dressing. Add chopped chives. Store
in cool (not freezing) temperature.
Redanapper is a tasty fish which
you will like prepared this way:
Redsnapper With Tomato Sauce.
(Serves 6 to 8)
3 pounds redsnapper
Salt and pepper to taste
2 tablespoons butter or substitute
1 cup strained tomato
2 onions, sliced
1 carrot, diced
Celery and parsley root, diced
1 cup sweet cream
1 tablespoon flour
Clean and bone fish. Add salt and
pepper and let stand for several
hours. Place on
ions, carrot, cel
ery and parsley
in kettle with 1
quart cold wuter.
Let boil, then add
fish, whole or in
slices, and the
butter and toma
toes. Let cook
slowly until flesh is firm or sepa
rates easily from the bone. Lay
carefully on a platter Strain liquid,
let heat, add flour dissolved in the
cream and let cook until smooth.
The cream may be omitted and the
sauce thickened by adding liquid
gradually to the yolks of two eggs,
well beaten. Pour over fish and
serve hot, garnished with parsley.
If you want to serve a really ele
gant fish dinner to your guests, then
this is the main dish to try:
Halibut and Shrimp a la Newburg.
(Serves 6 to 8)
Part I.
1H pounds halibut
2 slices onion
3 eggs, separated
H teaspoon paprika
Part II.
Hi pounds boiled shrimp
2 cups white saure
Cook fish in boiling salted water i
with onion until tender (use 1 tea
spoon salt to 1 quart boiling wa
ter). Drain and shred To one cup
of the hot white sauce, add stiffly
beaten whites and the shredded fish.
Place in center of a hot platter ana
set in oven with oven door open.
Break shrimp into small pieces. Add
to remaining white sauce and grad
ually add to beaten egg yolks mixed
with a little cold water. Add the
paprika, heat well, place in a bor
der around halibut and serve at
once.
If friend husband brings home
duck, then you will want to prepare
it thus:
Sportsman's Duck.
Just before using, cut off wings,
head and feet. Remove feathers
dry. Singe with flame. Draw, wash
well and dry thoroughly. Season.
Roast in a very hot (500-degree)
oven for 18 to 20 minutes. The meat
should be bright, cherry red. Serve
with currant jelly and wild rice.
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MATUMS,
THE STORY THUS FAR: Spratt Her
long, motion picture producer, met and
married Elizabeth, whose first husband,
Arthur Kittredge, wu reported killed In
World War I. Arthur had not been killed,
but taken to a German hospital, badly
disfigured and not wanting to Uve. He
finally reached an agreement with Dr.
Jacoby that If the doctor would see he
was reported dead, he would permit Dr.
Jacoby to try to make him sound In body. (
Dr. Jacoby talked Arthur Into a study
of the German language, lie was de
termined that his patient should find
some Interest In life. Arthur not only had
lost Interest In living but believed that
living In his useless wrecked body would
be Impossible.
CHAPTER XIII
He was not yet able to push his
thoughts forward into what he
might be going to do with the fu
ture Jacoby was forcing upon him.
This occupation was enough for the
present. He filled up his mind with
German words to keep it from being
filled up with thoughts of Elizabeth.
When Jacoby came to see him he
talked in simple sentences, proudly,
and felt a childish delight when
Jacoby and the nurses began to un
derstand him.
Long afterwards, when they were
looking back on those days. Jacoby
said to him, ‘‘You did not know how
you were encouraging me then.” Ar
thur answered, “Maybe you never
knew how often I nearly gave up.”
“Yes I did know,” said Jacoby, “but
you did not give up. That is what
I mean. Kitt."
To the very end, Jacoby some
times called him Kitt. If anyone
asked why, he said, "Oh no, Herr
Kessler’s first name is Erich. Call
ing him Kitt is an old habit of mine,
from years back."
They were both so used to it they
generally forgot it was an abbrevia
tion of his old name. The new name
was provided by Jacoby after Arthur
had been moved to the hospital in
Berlin, while he was convalescing
from another of the surgical opera
tions Jacoby inflicted upon him. He
had been very ill and Jacoby had
given him a blood transfusion. When
he was better and tried to express
his thanks Jacoby retorted, “My
blood isn’t good enough for grati
tude, Kitt—made of nothing but tur
nips and a carrot or two. But I
have something else for you, more
important.” He produced a docu
ment. offering it with an air of tri
umph. “Here is your birth certif
icate.”
"Listen cara, illy, Kitt. From now
on yojr name is Erich Kessler. I
have lost sleep over wondering how
you could identify yourself, until one
morning about three o’clock I found
the solution. When I was a child,
my parents knew a couple named
Kessler. They had a son named
Erich. While the boy was still a
baby, the Kesslers went to the Unit
ed States. They lived in a town
called—” he consulted his notes, and
pronounced incorrectly — “Milwau
kee. You have heard of it?”
Arthur nodded. “Yes. I grew up
In a town called Chicago. They are
very near each other.”
“You have been to Milwaukee?”
“Frequently."
“That is good. While he was still
a small child. Erich Kessler died.
I know that, because his mother and
mine used to correspond. But there
is no official record of that in this
country, because the Kesslers
stayed in the United States and were
naturalized. For all I know they
may be there to this day.”
"Making beer, perhaps?”
"Why? Do you know them?”
"Never heard of them. But I know
Milwaukee. Go on, Jacoby.”
"I have obtained Erich Kessler's
birth certificate. 1 have recorded
that Erich—you—naturalized without
his knowledge or consent when his
parents were naturalized, was draft
ed into the American army. The
rest follows. You have returned to
the land of your birth, and can stay
here now until you want to leave."
"I shall not want to leave. Ja
coby."
"I hope not. But anyway, this
makes you a German and at the
same time takes care of your Amer
ican accent. However, please listen
to me and try to speak like me.
Erich Kessler would have heard his
parents speak German at home and
would pronounce it better than you
do ”
'Til do my best. Correct me
whenever you please.”
Almost automatically, Jacoby was
massaging the muscles of his pa
tient’s right arm. "These are flab
by,” he observed. “While you are
lying in bed, for a few minutes at
a time, clench your fist slowly and
relax it slowly. Slowly, remember?
That won't tax your strength, and
you must take care of this arm. You
will need it.”
“For a crutch?” said the new
made Erich Kessler, with a note of
his old bitterness.
"I hope there will be a crutch.”
Jacoby answered quietly. "Remem
ber. I've promised nothing about
your legs except to do the best I can
with them.”
“All right, all right, I know. A
man isn’t hoping for too much in
this world when he hopes for a
crutch, is he?"
Jacoby addressed him sternly.
“My friend, until you can face what
you're up against now, you aren’t
fit to try to go further.”
There was a long silence. At last
the patient said. “I get it, Jacoby.
And—ah—thank you."
Jacoby stood up. "Thank you, for
not being angry with me.”
“Oh, shut up, will you?” He felt
like changing the subject. “By the
way, Jacoby, this Erich Kessler—
me—am I a Jew like you?”
"No, why? Were you a Jew at
home?”
“No, that’s why I asked. I
thought if I was to be one here you’d
better teach me something about the
religious rituals. But if I’m not,
then it’s not important."
Startling to remember now that
there had been a time when one
could say “It’s not important,” so
carelessly, and then forget about it.
There was nobody then to tell him
that Erich Kessler's not being a Jew
was going to be so important later
on that it would enable him to save
Jacoby’s child.
"Jacoby, I don’t know a thing
about medicine or surgery, but if
there's one thing I do know it’s
chemistry. Do you think I could
learn to do some of these routine
analyses that take up so much of
your time? Blood-counts, and things
like that?”
Kessler felt a tingle of returning
vigor. This would not be much, but
it would be something toward repay
He hurried off and ramc back with
an arrnful of books.
ing Jacoby. The prospect of mak
ing any kind of return was an im
measurable impetus.
He went to work. He worked as
hard as Jacoby would let him. With
in a couple of weeks he was sur
prised to And his study interesting
for its own sake. "I always thought
I was burning up with curiosity
about the universe," he said to
Jacoby, “but I’m ashamed to And
how I neglected my own species.
You don’t know how glad I am
you're letting me do this.”
Jacoby shrugged. “Where did you
get the impression I was ’letting’
you do it? I need you. One of these
days, when the country is normal
again, maybe I'll be able to get
enough technicians. But now—!”
Though at first Kessler undertook
only the simplest routines in the
laboratory, they absorbed all his en
ergy. He was still far from strong.
The work was new. his reports had
to be made in a language he still
found unwieldy, and learning to
make one hand serve the purpose of
two required a thousand adjust
ments. But it meant that he was
back in the sphere of active men,
doing something that needed to be
done, and occupation relieved him
of leisure for brooding.
• • •
"There's the car,” said Elizabeth.
"Remember, both of you, not to take
any notice of his misfortunes.”
Cherry laughed at her reproach
fully. “Mother, we’re not savages!
We don’t stare at cripples.”
“I know, dear, but sometimes the
best of us give a little start when we
see persons very different from our
selves We don't mean to."
Cherry and Dick promised to be
models of good behavior. Eliza
beth got up and went to the door
opening from the living room into
the entry. She hoped Mr. Kessler
would have a comfortable eve
ning Entertaining Spratt’s business
associates was a duty they were all
used to. and the older children
adapted themselves to it well
enough. Brian begged to be let off
when there were strangers in to
dine, so as usual he had had his din
ner early and was now upstairs in
his room pottering over his natural
history collections. Spratt opened
the front door, saying.
"Here we are. Kessler. And here’s
my wife. Elizabeth, my friend Erich
Kessler that you’ve "'ready heard
so much about."
Elizabeth looked up with the smile
that Spratt characterized as the
masterpiece of the accomplished
hostess, "not bright enough to look
insincere, but not strained enough
to look dutiful. Just in between,
gracious.”
Mr. Kessler’s physical handicaps
had threatened to make this occa
sion difficult, but Elizabeth’s initial
glance dispelled her apprehension.
He was badly crippled, but he did
not appear resentful; he faced the
world before him with a grave ac
ceptance, as though all the fault
he had to find with destiny had been
got over long ago. As their eyes
met Elizabeth was struck with an
impression that she had seen Mr.
Kessler somewhere before.
It also seemed to her that Mr.
Kessler was looking at her with an
unusual interest. His eyes went over
her swiftly and inclusively, taking
In her hair, her face, her dress,
every detail of her as though it were
important that he should know all
about her as soon as possible. It
was the way a man might have
looked at a famous personage he had
long been eager to meet, or a woman
so astoundingly beautiful that he
wanted to impress her forever upon
his memory. Elizabeth was not fa
mous, and while she was not ugly
she was no ravishing beauty either.
She thought it might mean that they
really had seen each other some
where, and he like herself was trying
to identify the recollection. If her
own sense of familiarity persisted
she could ask him about it later on.
All this was only a quick flutter
in her mind, pushed aside in an in
stant while her attention turned it
self to its immediate concerns. She
took in his appearance quickly: a
big man of more powerful build than
she had expected, bent over a heavy
cane with a dependence that told
her instantly that she should not
expect him to shake hands; iron
gray hair receding at the temples,
a thick beard, a scar that rippled
up his right cheek, dark eyes with a
line of concentration between the
eyebrows and crinkles of kindness at
the outer corners, and a pleasant
smile—what she could see of it be
tween the whiskers—a very pleasant
smile indeed. If he had any idea
that this was not their first meeting
he gave no evidence of it, for all
he said to her was, “How do you do,
Mrs. Herlong,’’ with the stateliness
she had learned to expect from
Europeans. Elizabeth indicated* the
room beyond.
“Come in by the fire, Mr. Kessler.
These are my children.”
Dick was standing, with that mix
ture of assurance and awkwardness
that made her find boys in their
teens so eminently kissable just
when they most resisted being kissed
by their mothers. Cherry, with few
er years but more social graces than
Dick would acquire for another dec
ade, sat smiling a welcome to the
newcomer. Elizabeth introduced
them, and again it seemed to her
that Kessler was regarding them
with an attention extraordinary in a
man who could hardly be supposed
to have any interest in them. There
was an alertness in the way he spoke
to Dick and Cherry, as though he
had decided in advance that he was
going to be fond of them and hoped
they would respond. He said. “Your
father has told me a great deal
about you, and has shown me your
pictures. I am glad to see you.”
Dick, who had already said "How
do you do,” tried to look pleasant
without knowing what else to say,
while Cherry, a shade too adept
at social fibs, answered, “He has
told us lots about you too, Mr. Kess
ler,” with such a bright smile that
jilizabeth privately reminded her
self. "I've got to warn Cherry about
that sort of thing, if she isn't care
ful she’s going to be an intolerable
gusher before she’s twenty." Kessler
appeared to be finding them the
most attractive youngsters on earth.
While she was offering him the chair
she had intended for him, arranged
with a little table at its side so he
could set down his glass when
the hors d'oeuvres appeared, she
added to herself, “Spratt must have
led him to expect a most remarkable
pair of children, he really shouldn't
—or is Mr. Kessler as charming as
this with everybody?” Spratt, evi
dently pleased at the good impres
sion his offspring were making,
crossed the room to the door leading
upstairs, explaining that Kessler had
had time to wash up in his bunga
low before leaving the lot, but he
himself had not, and if they'd for
give him he'd go up and make
himself presentable. “I’ll leave you
with the family, Kessler,” he con
cluded.
Kessler gave him a smile and a
slight formal bow. Elizabeth re
turned to the fire. “Now we'll have
a cocktail. Dick, will you bartend?”
Dick would; he was always glad
of this to occupy him during his first
minutes of encounter with a strang
er. Everything became quite as
usual. Dick mixed the Martinis, and
as the war had reduced thg number
of their servants Cherry brought in
the hors d'oeuvres. “These are liv
er-paste, Mr. Kessler, and these are
smoked salmon, and these thingum
bobs on toothpicks—I don’t know
what they are, something she made
out of an old lampshade.” But as
Elizabeth and Kessler picked up
their glasses and their eyes met
across them, she felt another twinge
of familiarity. “I have met this
man before. 1 know I have, and he
knows it too. Or doesn’t he? If he
doesn’t, why is he looking at me like
that? Maybe it's just because I keep
looking at him—for pity’s sake, I
do believe I’m staring. Behave
yourself, Elizabeth." She was re
lieved to hear Cherry say,
(TO BF. CONTINUED)
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8903
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• • •
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