THE YELLOW SHEETS 
better:chance. Bermuda is one of the 
finest pasture grasses in the world; 
but it ought to be grounds for divorce 
for a married man to set any of the 
pest near his wife’s garden. 

Will some one who has had expe- 
rience with them, please write me of 
the winter care of Dieramas and Mar- 
icas? I have a thriving plant of each 
in the house. Do they need full sun 
in winter? I am rather crowded for 
plant room on the lower floor, but 
have an enormous attic, warm but 
poorly lighted. I keep tender Cacti 
and related species up here and they 
do well; also Kalanchoe fedschenkoi? 
How about the first two? 

Something over fifty years ago I 
read an article about the Lady Ballti- 
more of cake fame. Ali | remember 
is that her husband made fun of her 
favorite cake, calling it ‘““moonshine.”’ 
When he had company, she made.a 
much richer cake for him which was 
called Lord Baltimore Cake. She 
thought both too rich for small. chil- 
dren, so for own and little guests she 
made still a different cake. The rec- 
ipes for all three were given in the 
original forms, but I did not have 
sense enough to save them. Have 
any of you these old-time recipes? 
Modern ‘‘adaptations’ put me in a 
frame of mind to throw things. They 
assume that any woman who tries to 
cook is feeble-minded. Just the idea 
“half a teaspoonful of salt and an 
eighth , of teaspoonful of pepper.’’ 
Why not say “season to taste?’’ Fam- 
ilies differ so much on seasonings. 
By the way, have you skeleton leaf 
Geraniums? My mother had four 
varieties, all with a different flavored 
leaf. An old German~ farmer living 
near Hannibal, Mo. (my _ former 
home), had an Apple tree which bore 
big crops of fancy looking Apples, 
but they had almost no taste, hence 
there was little sale for them. My 
mother bought them in quantity, quite 
cheaply. She would make Apple 
sauce in the usual way, sweeten to 
taste; then when about done and boil- 
ing hard, she would take four large 
Geranium leaves, wash them, shake 
most of the water off, and draw them 
through the sauce a time or two, taste 
and if need be, draw through a little 
more. We were fond of the flavor, 
but if it is new for your family, go 
lightly at first. With Cinnamon this 
gave us five different varieties of Ap- 
ple sauce, and if she had thought of 
them, a few of the little red hot Pep- 
permint drops would have given a 
sixth. 
With Peaches sky high as they were 
last year, we cannot well afford the 
loss of a single jar. We all know that 
if the fermentation is discovered just 
starting, a thorough re-heating will 
save the fruit. A few years ago, be- 
fore the politicians began meddling 
with sugar, my step daughter, Dody, 
discovered how to save one whose 
flavor is completely spoiled. 
I had needed some candied Orange 
peel and worked up the rinds of three 
Oranges, but forgot to change the 
water, and the result was too rank to 
use. Hating to throw away so much 
sugar, I set the dish aside. About that 
time she discovered a jar leaking and 
bubbling. Dumped the contents into 
a big sauce pan, added the rank Or- 
ange peel and what she considered 
enough sugar (I do not know the ex- 
act emount) and cooked it until thick 
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