The cook and housewife's manual, containing the most approved modern receipts for making soups, gravies, sauces, ragouts, and all made-dishes ... / by Margaret Dods [pseud].

  • Johnstone, C. I. (Christian Isobel), 1781-1857.
Date:
1827
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: The cook and housewife's manual, containing the most approved modern receipts for making soups, gravies, sauces, ragouts, and all made-dishes ... / by Margaret Dods [pseud]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    tavern,” said Redgill; “ for I humbly conceive that, in all save flimsy show, business is best understood there, however finely they may talk the matter in the west.” Such a dinner deserved a grace. It was, indeed, part of the garnish—indispensable. The Doctor’s was short and pithy, delivered in a rolling sonorous voice, pitched to fill the dining-hall of a college; and then the seats were occu- pied without farther ceremony—for though it be true that at large dinners “ the post of profit is a private station,” there was little here to alarm. The stewed trout had ceased to be luxury to Winterblossom or the Nabob; and they both knew that though Jekyl would stand out with the most high-bred politeness, like a very gamester or a Hotspur, for his full share of the venison-fat, browned outside of veal, belly-slice of salmon, neck-jelly of cod’s-head, pope’s-eye, crackling, due proportion of stuffing, and all those epicurean delicacies which gentlemen politely urge on each other when resolved to obtain the dainty morsel for themselves, they both knew, we have said, that they could do Mr Cargill with perfect ease ; and he was the only other guest present. Dr Redgill, with cranberry-tart and a copious libation of rich plain cream, was concluding one of the most comfort- able dinners he had ever made in his life, though called a chance-dinner—he in general detested chance-dinners—when Mr Jekyl, in his fishing-jacket and wet shoes, lounged into the room. Certain reasons made an absence from the me- tropolis convenient to the young gentleman at this time. He was therefore still at St Honan’s, and was become rather intimate with the Nabob, who, like Sir Peter Teazle, never grudged him his good advice. The young gentleman bore the rebuke which his want of punctuality drew upon him with entire nonchalance, surveyed the board with an air of half-supercilious scrutiny, and ordered the female-waiter to carry his compliments to Mrs Dods, and say that Mr Touch- wood would be particularly obliged by the re-appearance of the excellent roast-beef he had had yesterday, and a few