The Project Gutenberg eBook of Dishes & Beverages of the Old South, by Martha McCulloch Williams, Illustrated by Russel Crofoot

Title: Dishes & Beverages of the Old South

Author: Martha McCulloch Williams

Release Date: April 4, 2009 [eBook #28491]

Language: English

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Dishes & Beverages
of the
Old South

By

Martha McCulloch-Williams

Author of "Field Farings," "Two of
a Trade," "Milre," "Next to
the Ground," etc.



Decorations by
Russel Crofoot

New York
M^cBride Nast & Company
1913

CONTENTS

Grace before Meat

"Let me cook the dinners of a nation, and I shall not care who makes its laws." Women, if they did but know it, might well thus paraphrase a famous saying. Proper dinners mean so much—good blood, good health, good judgment, good conduct. The fact makes tragic a truth too little regarded; namely, that while bad cooking can ruin the very best of raw foodstuffs, all the arts of all the cooks in the world can do no more than palliate things stale, flat and unprofitable. To buy such things is waste, instead of economy. Food must satisfy the palate else it will never truly satisfy the stomach. An unsatisfied stomach, or one overworked by having to wrestle with food which has bulk out of all proportion to flavor, too often makes its vengeful protest in dyspepsia. It is said underdone mutton cost Napoleon the battle of Leipsic, and eventually his crown. I wonder, now and then, if the prevalence of divorce has any connection with the decline of home cooking?

A far cry, and heretical, do you say, gentle reader? Not so far after all—these be sociologic days. I am but leading up to the theory with facts behind it, that it was through being the best fed people in the world, we of the South Country were able to put up the best fight in history, and after the ravages and ruin of civil war, come again to our own. We might have been utterly crushed but for our proud and pampered stomachs, which in turn gave the bone, brain and brawn for the conquests of peace. So here's to our Mammys—God bless them! God rest them! This imperfect