The cook and housewife's manual : a practical system of modern domestic cookery and family management; containing a compendium of French cookery ... To which is added, a comprehensive treatise on domestic brewing / by Mistress Margaret Dods.

  • Johnstone, C. I. (Christian Isobel), 1781-1857.
Date:
1842
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    short acquaintance—though hare-soup, sir, I will can- own it, is only understood in Scotland. Sir, I am above national prejudices; and, I must say, I yield the Scots the superiority in all soups—save turtle and mul- lagatawny. An antiquarian friend of mine attributes this to their early and long connexion with the French, a nation eminent in soups.” “ No doubt of it, Doctor,” replied the Nabob ; “ but you shall have this receipt, ay and twenty more receipts. To this ancient hostel now—you will scarce believe it —have been confined scores of admirable receipts in cookery, ever since the jolly friars flourished down in the Monastery yonder: “ The Monks of Melrose made fat kail On Fridays, when they fasted.” “ You remember the old stave, Doctor ?” The Doctor remembered no sucli tiling. His atten- tion was given to more substantial doctrine. “ Sir, I should not be surprised if they possessed the original receipt—a local one too I am told—for dressing the red trout, in this hereditary house of entertainment.” “ Never doubt it, man—claret, butter, and spiceries. —Zounds, I have eat of it till It makes my mouth water yet. As the French adage goes,—‘ Give your trout a bottle of good wine, a lump of butter, and spice, and tell me how you like him.’—Excellent trout in this very house—got in the ‘ Friar's cast,’ man—the best reach of the river. Let them alone for that. Those jolly monks knew something of the mystery. Their warm, sunny old orchards still produce the best fruit in the country. You English gentlemen never saw the Grey-gudewife pear. Look out here, sir. The Abbot’s Haugh yonder—the richest carse-land andfattest beeves in the country. Their very names are genial, and smack