PINE: APPLE. 571 
digestively, does not cause any bitter by-products to be formed, 
so that the beef meal is of acceptable taste, as well as of high 
nutritive value. The solvent digestive powers of Pine-apple 
juice are efficient both in the acid stomach, and in the alkaline 
intestines,—that is, throughout the whole alimentary canal. 
A slice of fresh Pine-apple is about as wise a thing as one can 
take by way of dessert after a substantial meal. Nearly 
twenty-five million Pine-apples are marketed yearly in the 
United States, Cuba being the principal producer, Florida 
sending about half as many, and the Bahamas a considerable 
quantity. For Pine-apple jam: “ Take equal weights of the 
fruit, and of sugar (making a syrup of this,—a cup of water to a 
cup of sugar); peel, and slice the Pine-apple, and preserve it 
in the syrup. The juice of a lemon may be added after it is 
finished, which takes about three hours.” Or, again: “ Pare 
the fruit, and carefully take out the eyes; then grate it on a 
coarse grater, rejecting the cones; weigh it, and for each pound 
of fruit take a pound of sugar, sprinkling it over the grated Pines ; 
then let it stand all night ; in the morning boil for ten, or fifteen 
minutes over a quick fire; put into glass pots, and cover them 
when cool.” For Pine-apple fingers, which are delicious (Dutch) : 
“Bake a batch of slightly-sweetened midget milk rolls; chop 
off the end crust of each, hollowing out the interior; next take 
a tin of preserved Pine-apple, and chop the fruit up finely, 
picking out all the hard bits, or stringy fibres, and pound it to a 
pulp with a little thick cream, adding a tablespoonful of grated 
almonds to each teacupful of the paste. Fill the cases with this 
mixture; bind on the tops with a glue composed of the white 
of egg, and pile on a dish (decorated with a lace-edged d’oyley, 
and natural flowers).” 
““When Alice” (in Wonderland) “ popped into the Rabbit 
hole after the white Rabbit with pink eyes, she kept falling, 
falling, falling down a well ever so deep, until suddenly thump, 
thump, down she came upon a heap of sticks, and dry leaves, 
and the fall was over. On a three-legged glass table in a long, 
low hall lit by lamps she found a little bottle, round the neck 
of which was a paper label with the words ‘ drink me’ beautifully 
printed on it. The bottle was not marked ‘ poison,’ so Alice 
ventured to taste it, and, finding it very nice (it had, in fact, a 
sort of mixed flavour of cherry tart, custard, Pine-apple, roast tur- 
key, toffee, and hot buttered toast), she very soon finished it off.” 
