STATE POMOLOGICAL SOCIETY. IQl 



made with top of the pot, or with sueh soap grease generall}- ; pie 

 crust thick and heavy ; pie crust soaked, soggj-, half cooked ; such 

 pie crust is an abomination. It is unfit for an}' human stomacii. 

 If I had cream and butter I should use nothing else for pastry. 

 Put soda and salt in cream before mixing, roll out two or three 

 times, spreading over it small pieces of butter and a little flour each 

 time ; roll verj' thin for plate — be sure your plate is not an old one 

 soaked with fat — and bake a good, rich brown, on both sides. Bet- 

 ter burn than have a slack bake. Thus pie crust can be made 

 simply, 3et appetizingly, and the farmer can have his pie without 

 dyspepsia. 



I have tried a receipt for cake, where dried apples chopped and 

 stewed in molasses, is substituted for raisins and currants, but I did 

 not think it nice. 



I have heard of fried apples and pork, and of some being very 

 fond of the dish, but it seems to me the ingredients are incom- 

 patibles. 



Preserving Apples. 



Canned sweet apples flavored with quince are almost or quite as 

 nice as pear. Preserved with equal parts of sugar, flavored with 

 quince and lemon, the apples' transparent richness delights the eye 

 and the palate. Apple jelly, or marmalade, from the common or 

 crab apple, is equall}' good. 



The primitive way of preserving apples by paring, coring and 

 stringing, and hanging on long poles in the spacious kitchen, inau- 

 gurated the afyple bee. To this the young people looked forward 

 with as much glee as to the husking or to the quilting. How manj- 

 of us can remember how, on such occasions, apple seeds would go 

 shooting across the room, hitting some unsuspecting youth and 

 bringing an involuntary scream — or remember, perhaps, of taking 

 an apple and counting the seeds with the favored one, as we went 

 through with the conventional : 



1, I love, 7, She lores. 



2, I love, 8, Both love. 



3, I love, they say; 9, Ho comes, 



4, I love with all my heart, 10, He tarries, 



5, I cast away. 11, He courts, 



6, He loves. 12, Ho marries. 



I believe the twelve seeds were never forthcoming. Alack-aday ! 

 Those were happy days indeed. But only memory can bring them 



