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(See Recipe Below)
Colorful Fruit Desserts
We muy like meat and vegetables
prepared the same way day after
day. but there s
at least one type
of food in which
) we like plenty of
variety. Yes, des
serts, of course!
Now that the war Is over and we
can go back to many of our fa
vorite foods, with rationing permit
ting, we'll still have to hold off on
desserts that still take it easy on the
sugar canister.
My advice to you, In this matter
of desserts, is to concentrate on
fruits, both fresh and canned. They
contain sweetening and will not re
quire too much extra sugar. Then,
too, there are lots of time-saving
tricks you can apply to dessert mak
ings, like chilling them or using
biscuit mixture.
Select several ol these desserts
and do try them on your family.
Serve them and be proud:
Peach Crunch Cake.
(Makes i cake, 1x11 inches)
(4 cup shortening
% cup light corn syrup
1 egg, beaten
1 cup siftod flour
1M teaspoons baking powder
H teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon orange Juice
114 cups sliced peaches
Sugar Gtase:
S tablespoons sugar
t tablespoons light corn syrup
1 teaspoon grated orange rind
14 teaspoon sal
Cream together shortening and
syrup. Add egg and mix well. Sift
together flour, baking powder and
*alt. Add flour
mixture to cream
ed mixture alter
nately with orange
juice. Spread in
paper - lined pan.
Lay aliccd peach- (
es in diagonal
rows over better, letting slices over
lap slightly. Drizzle sugar glaze over
peaches. Bake in a moderate oven
(350-degree) about 55 minutes.
Note: Mix ingredients lor sugar
glaze in order given.
Peach Pull Pudding.
(Serves 4)
114 cups milk
114 cups bread cubes
114 tablespoons melted butter or sub
stitute
1 egg beaten
14 cup honey
14 teaspoon salt
114 teaspoons grated orange rind
1 cup dlcul peaches
Scald milk and pour over bread
cubes. Let stand tor 10 minutes. Add
melted butter or substitute, egg,
honey, salt and peaches. Pour into
individual greased casseroles. Bake
in a moderate oven (350-degree)
about 45 minutes. Serve with milk
or coffee cream.
Lynn Says
Economy Tips: Ask (or the
trimmings and bones when you
buy your meat. The (at can be
rendered and used as shortening.
The bones do well when sim
mered with vegetables to be used
as soup.
Save leftover gravy and use it
as stock (or soup. You'll be de
lighted with the rich flavor.
Mustard mixed with butter
makes a nice spread (or sand
wiches. It’s especially good with
meat and cheese “wiches.”
Leftover cereals can be mold
ed and served as dessert with
(ruit or custard sauce. O’-, they
can be combined with ground
meat tor loaves or meat balls.
Keep leftover “dabs” o( butter
in a covered container in the re
frigerator and use (or seasoning
vegetables or sauces.
Leftover meat and vegetables
are good when creamed and
served with waffles, toast, rusk
or toasted noodles.
Lynn Chambers’ Menus
Country Fried Steak
Mashed Potatoes Cream Gravy
Tomatoes Stuffed With Corn
Peach, Grape and Melon Salad
Hot Muffins Honey
•Lime-Pear Pie
•Recipe given.
If you’re looking for something dif
ferent and colorful in fruit desserts,
you'll find this lime-pear pie jusl
the thing. It uses a cookie crumb
crust, which is fat-saving, lime gela
tin and bottled gingerale. Only five
pear halves are needed:
Lime-Pear Pie.
(Makes 1 8-inch pie)
114 cups finely crushed cookies (va
nilla wafers or gingersnaps
4 tablespoons melted fat
1 package lime-flavored gelatin
14 cup hot water
114 cups gingerale
1 tablespoon lemon juice
5 pear halves
V* cup shredded eoeonut or nul
meats-, if desired
Combine cookie crumbs with
melted fat and mix well. Press mix
ture firmly in an even layer on bot
tom and sides of a well-greased pie
dish. Chill.
Meanwhile, dissolve lime gelatii.
In hot water. Add gingerale and lem
on juice. Chill until mixture begins
to thicken. Pour a layer of the
chilled gelatin mixture into the shell.
Cut pear halves in two and ar
range, pit side down, ir. star shape.
Cover with remaining gelatin mix
ture. Sprinkle edges of pie with
coconut or nut
meats. Chill in re
frigerator until
firm.
There’s no need
to try commando
tactics to get the
family to go for
these fruit des
serts. This apple
dessert is made all the more nour
ishing because it uses both oatmeal
and peanut butter and has a de
lightful nut-like flavor.
Apple Crisp
(Serves 4 to 6)
5 medium-sized apples
H cup water
1 tablespoon lemon juice
W teaspoon nutmeg
*4 teaspoon allspics
3 tablespoons flour
% cup rolled oats
H cup brown sugar
H cup peanut butter
2 tablespoons melted butter or sub
stitute
Pare and core apples; slice Ar
range in baking dish. Add water and
lemon juice. Sprinkle with spice.
Blend together flour, rolled oats,
brown sugar and peanut butter.
Add butter. Spread over apples.
Bake in a moderate (350-degree)
oven for 40 minutes. Serve hot with
milk or cream
Pears coming into season right
now will make a delectable dessert
when baked and served with a sour
cream mixture:
Toasted Pears.
(Serves 4 te 6|
6 large fresh pears
3 tablespoons lemon juice
V4 cup sugar
Vi cup melted butter or substitute
2Vi cups corn flakes
1 teaspoon grated lemon rind
Vi cup powdered sugar
1 cup sour cream
2 tablespoons lemon juice
Peel, halve and core pears; re
move stem strings. Dip at once into
lemon juice to which sugar has
been added. Dip In melted butter.
Roll in crushed cereal flakes. Ar
range cut side down in a shallow
baking pan. Bake in a moderately hot
<37j-degree) oven for 20 to 25 min
utes or until pears are tender but
not soft.
To make tht lemon cream sauce,
beat powdered sugar into the sour
cream and flavor with the lemon
juice.
Peaches may be used in place of
pears, if desired.
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GWEN
BRISTOW HATuBts
THE 8TORT THUS FAR: Herlong,
notion picture producer, married
Elizabeth, whose first husband, Arthur
Klttredge, was reported hilled In World
War I. Arthur, badly disfigured and not
wanting to live, was In a German hos
pital. Dr. Jacoby, who was treating him,
Inaily secured a promise from Arthur
that be would try to live, providing the
loctor reported that he was dead. Ar
thur did not want Elizabeth to know of
his condition. When he arrived in Amer
ica he secured a Job with Spratt, and
was Invited out to his home. He knew
who Elizabeth was, but believed the
change In him was sufficient so that she
would not recognize him.
CHAPTER XIV
"Have you ever been to the Unit
ed States before, Mr. Kessler?”
He turned to her at once, and
Elizabeth thought, "He's as relieved
as I am to have that look between
us broken, or if he’s not, then I'm
letting my Imagination go haywire."
He was answering Cherry,
"Yes, Miss Herlong, but that was
many years ago, long before this
country was brightened by your ex
istence."
"Say, that’s very good!" Dick ex
claimed with a grin.
Elizabeth flashed him s teasing
glance. "You will, Oscar." They
all laughed, and Dick said to Kess
ler,
"You speak awfully well for a
man who’s just been here once, and
that so long ago."
"It has been three years since 1
left Germany. Besides, I have visit
ed England and Scotland. We have
more chance to practice foreign lan
guages in Europe than you have
here."
"Oh yes, of course you do,” said
Cherry. “We don’t have any. We
take French, and learn to say ‘Have
you seen the garden of my grand
mother’s cousin?' and then school is
out for the summer and we forget
It. At least, I always did."
"Haven’t you three children, Mrs.
Herlong?"
"Why yes," said Elizabeth, "but
Brian is only eleven, so he had his
dinner early.” But she could not
help asking, "How did you know
there were three?”
"Mr. Herlong told me, and showed
me a picture of you all. Brian Isn’t
asleep yet, is he?”
"I’m sure he isn’t. Do you want
to meet him too?”
"I should like to very much, If
It’s quite convenient.”
Elizabeth laughed a little. "Mr.
Kessler, you should know it’s nev
er inconvenient for a mother to dis
play her jewels. Dick, will you run
up and get Brian?”
"Sure, but you’d better warn Mr.
Kessler that he'll be all smeared
with glue and bugs. Brian's mount
ing butterflies, does it all day and
night, and he’ll talk your ear off
about them if you let him.”
"I should like that. Tell him to
bring his specimens down and show
them to me."
“There are thousands." Cherry
warned, but Kessler showed no dis
may. He only said,
“Then tell him to bring a few,
and don't make him brush his hair,
or he’ll dislike me before he sees
me." He and Dick exchanged a
look of understanding. As Dick went
out Kessler turned to Elizabeth. "1
hope I’m not upsetting a domestic
arrangement. Mrs. Herlong, in ask
ing that he come in. But your two
older children are so entertaining
that I couldn’t help wanting to see
the other.”
“Aren’t you nice!” exclaimed
Cherry.
“Thank you for saying so,” an
swered Elizabeth. “Of course, their
father and 1 think they are, but we
love having other people agree with
us.”
“I’m sure other people do. You
should be very proud. Mrs. Her
long.” He glanced around him.
“When one sees a home like this,
one knows who is responsible for
it. I don’t mean the physical fur
nishings of your house, attractive as
they are—1 mean its atmosphere.
It's not by chance one achieves such
confidence and vitality.”
His words made her feel better
than she had felt all day. Now that
the two of them seemed to be back
on a normal basis from which a
friendship could be started, it oc
curred to Elizabeth that perhaps
Kessler, fresh from Nazi Germany
but evidently not part of it, could tell
Dick more clearly than she ever
could something about the issues at
■take in this war he was going to
be asked to fight. Much as she loved
Dick she could not disguise from
herself the fact that he was more
superficial than she would have liked
him to be. so occupied with girls and
football that he was glad to accept
cliches that relieved him from being
occupied with more troublesome
matters. Dick was a nice boy, but
mentally he was a rather lazy one,
and neither she nor his father was
quite capable of coping with him.
Spratt was inclined to believe he
would begin to take life seriously
when the time came; Elizabeth
thought the time had come for it.
Sometimes it happened that a friend
was better at this than the parents
who had spent so many years being
j more indulgent than they should
| have been, or who at least had em
phasized details of socially accept
able behavior at the expense of the
much harder job of making a boy
think for himself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by
the onening of the door from the
hall. Spratt and Dick came in with
Brian, who had a glass-topped box
of specimens under his arm. “This
is Mr. Kessler, Brian,” Spratt said.
“He wanted to meet you so he could
know the whole Herlong family.”
"How do you do sir,” said Brian,
all In one word, and held out his
hand. Fortunately Kessler was sit
ting down instead of leaning on his
cane, and so could give him a hand
shake. Brian stood uncertainly, one
foot curled around the opposite an
kle.
“Your brother tells me you are in
terested in natural history," said
Kessler, “and I asked him to tell
you I should like to see some of
your specimens. Is that what’s in
the case?”
Brian nodded. "Butterflies. Want
to see them?”
"Look out," warned Dick, and
Cherry said simultaneously, “You
don’t know what you’re getting into,
Mr. Kessler.” Paying no attention to
them, their guest already had his
‘‘It’s never inconvenient for a
mother to display her jewels.”
head close to Brian's as they bent
over the butterflies together. Dick
poured a cocktail for his father, and
saying, “You’ll need another one too,
Mr. Kessler, if you let him get start
ed,” he refilled Kessler’s glass.
Kessler appeared to be deeply in
terested in Brian’s butterflies.
Brian was chattering.
. . that blue one is easy to get,
they’re everywhere except where
it’s too cold for them. The name is
Lamp—Lampides something. I for
get, but I’ve got it written in my
notebook. This is a monarch butter
fly, they fly north in the summer
time like birds. The copper and
black one, you've seen thousands
like it, it's a viceroy."
Spratt sat down by Elizabeth.
“Good fellow, isn’t he?” he said un
der cover of the other dialogue.
"Yes indeed. But we mustn’t let
Brian wear him out.”
*T think he likes it,” said Spratt.
“One of these men -who’s interested
in everything.”
Elizabeth glanced at Kessler, al
most ready to believe that her im
pression of self-consciousness on his
part had been mistaken. Certainly
their exchange of remarks before
Brian’s entrance had not suggested
it. When the maid came in to an
nounce dinner neither Kessler nor
Brian heard her. They were deep
in conversation, Brian sitting on the
floor with his case in his hands, this
time listening instead of talking.
“. . . one of the ugliest objects in
the world, but strangely fascinat
ing,” Kessler was saying to him. “It
looks like a man with his hands
spread out. but they are tremendous
hands, many times larger than his
body. The first time you look at
one you feel a cold shiver run down
your spine.”
"What on earth are you talking
about?" Spratt demanded.
Brian started and turned his head.
"The skeleton of a bat. Mr. Kessler
says if we can get hold of a bat he'll
help me mount the skeleton."
"If your mother doesn't mind,"
Kessler amended.
"Of course I don’t mind," said
EUzabeth. "But Brian, Mr. Kessler
is a very busy man, and you mustn't
use up too much of his time.”
"Mother. Mr. Kessler says I can
come over to his house and we can
take the bat apart there, and Peter
can come too. He’s got time for it,
haven’t you, Mr Kessler?”
"I shouldn't have offered if I
hadn’t. Will you let him come, Mrs.
Herlong?"
"Certainly, and it's very good of
you. Brian, we're going in to din
ner. Won't you move so Mr. Kessler
can get up from his chair?”
Brian scrambled to his feet.
"Mother, couldn’t I come to the
table?"
Recalling Brian’s usual eagerness
to avoid company dinners, Elizabeth
was astonished. Kessler had won
him, evidently, as he had won the
others. She let him come in, paus
ing to remind him in an undertone
that he mustn’t monopolize Mr.
Kessler’s attention. Brian nodded
solemnly. As Kessler stood up, Bri
an watched the procedure with un
disguised interest, for hitherto he
had only seen him sitting down and
had not been warned of all his new
friend’s handicaps. Elizabeth felt a
moment’s embarrassment, until she
reminded herself that Kessler must
have had to bear many stares from
children and would understand that
Brian did not know he was being
rude. She was not sure she had
been right in permitting Brian to
bring a chair to the dinner table.
Though she had planned the menu
with special reference to his disabil
ity, Kessler might nevertheless be
awkward about eating with one
hand.
That was all they said to each
other. Spratt got up and suggested
that he and Kessler go into the study
and talk over their story problem.
The children said good night with a
cordiality very warm compared to
their usual routine of politeness
toward adult guests, and Brian went
upstairs. A few moments later
Pudge and Julia came to call for
the two older ones. “Get through
dinner all right?” Pudge asked with
a sympathetic grin.
“Pudge,” said Cherry, as though
conveying momentous news, “he
was nice.” X
Pudge scowled incredulously. “A
refugee?”
“Sure,” said Dick, “but he’s
okay.”
Elizabeth went upstairs to say
good night to Brian. He was enthu
siastic about Kessler and the prom
ise of help in mounting the skeleton
of a bat. “You know what he told
me about bats, mother? He said if
we had ears as good as theirs we
could hear a fly walking up the
wall. He said a bat was one of the
most mysterious creatures on earth,
we just didn’t understand them a
bit. That guy sure does know a
lot."
The Initial sense of familiarity re
turned to tease her. But whether or
not she already knew him, Kessler
was a fine fellow, she reflected, and
she was glad Brian liked him.
Brian turned over in bed. “Moth
er, I just thought of something.
Peter’s a Jew."
“So what?” asked Elizabeth.
“Mr. Kessler’s a German, and you
know how they are about Jews. He
said I could bring Peter, but I didn’t
tell him—”
“If Mr. Kessler had approved of
that sort of thing he’d have stayed
in Germany, Brian.”
“Maybe Mr. Kessler’s a Jew,”
Brian suggested hopefully. "Is he?”
”1 don’t know, but you needn't
worry about it. He’s not stupid
enough for that foolishness.”
“I guess not,” Brian said, re
lieved. “I sure do like him.”
“So do I.” She reflected that
Kessler’s enjoyment of a happy do
mestic scene might mean he was
lonely in a strange country. “Brian,”
she suggested, “since we like Mr.
Kessler 30 much, let’s prove it by
doing something for him. Let's ask
his little girl to bring some of her
friends over to go swimming.”
“Oh, rats,” said Brian. One thing
he could not understand about his
big brother was Dick’s liking for
girls.
“Brian, suppose we had to pack
up all of a sudden and go live in
Germany. Wouldn’t you be glad if
other children made friends with you
instead of making you play all by
yourself?”
“Well—do we have to?"
“Not at all. and Mr. Kessler
doesn’t have to he!p you with the
bat, either. Come on, Brian, be a
sport. We'll have a good party with
lots to eat, sherbet and one of those
big cakes from Delhaven’s, and all
you’ll have to do Is be polite. You
can ask Peter over and she can
bring her own friends.”
Brian sighed. “It’ll be awful,” he
objected
“All right, let’s put it this way. If
you go over to Mr. Kessler’s and he
helps you put a bat’s skeleton to
gether, you can play with his little
girl one afternoon by way of saying
thank you. If you don’t go over
there, you needn’t do it.”
Brian mournfully considered the
alternative. It was a struggle, but
at last, after she had tried again to
tell him the value of give-and-take
in the world, he yielded. As she
closed the door Elizabeth drew a
long sigh of her own. "I don't won
der so many parents let their chil
dren grow up to be monsters of self
ishness,” she thought. "It’s so much
easier But then they grow up to
grab, grab, grab, until they turn out
to be fascists grabbing for the whole
world.”
She went into her own room.
Glancing at the radio, she wondered
what fresh disasters she would hear
about if she turned it on, and did
not turn it on. She sat down at
her desk and got ready to write some
letters.
“Maybe my children are pretty
self-centered anyway.” she was
thinking. “Oh, for pity's sake, why
should I be discontented with them?
They're not malicious, disobedient,
untruthful — they’re simply hard,
and it’s the age they live in."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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