SAGO SAUCE.—Wash one tablespoonful of sago in two or three waters, then put it into a saucepan with three fourths of a cup of hot water, and some bits of lemon peel. Simmer gently for ten minutes, take out the lemon peel, add half a cup of quince or apricot juice; and if the latter, the strained juice of half a lemon, and sugar to taste. Beat together thoroughly.
WHIPPED CREAM SAUCE.—Beat together with an egg beater until of a stiff froth one cup of sweet cream which has been cooled to a temperature of 64 deg. or less, one teaspoonful of vanilla or a little grated lemon rind, and one half cup of powdered white sugar, and the whites of one or two eggs. The sauce may be variously flavored with a little fruit jelly beaten with the egg, before adding to the cream.
Whether or not life is worth
living, all depends upon the
Diet cures mair than doctors.—Scotch Proverb.
According to the ancient Hindu
Scriptures, the proper amount of food
is half of what can be conveniently eaten.
Every hour you steal from
digestion will be reclaimed by
“Very few nations in the world,” says a sagacious historian, “produce better soldiers than the Russians. They will endure the greatest fatigues and sufferings with patience and calmness. And it is well know that the Russian soldiers are from childhood nourished by simple and coarse vegetable food. The Russian Grenadiers are the finest body of men I ever saw,—not a man is under six feet high. Their allowance consists of eight pounds of black bread, and four pounds of oil per man for eight days.”
Colonel Fitzgibbon was, many years ago, colonial agent at London for the Canadian Government, and wholly dependent upon remittances from Canada for his support. On one occasion these remittances failed to arrive, and it being before the day of cables, he was obliged to write to his friends to ascertain the reason of the delay. Meanwhile he had just one sovereign to live upon. He found he could live upon a sixpence a day,—four pennyworth of bread, one pennyworth of milk, and one pennyworth of sugar. When his remittances arrived a month afterward, he had five shillings remaining of his sovereign, and he liked his frugal diet so well that he kept it up for several years.
An hour of exercise to every pound of food.—Oswald.
Some eat to live, they
But from the pace they swallow pie
And other food promiscuously,
One would infer they eat to die.