Produced by Metra Christofferson THE COOK'S DECAMERON A Study In Taste Containing Over Two Hundred Recipes For Italian Dishes By Mrs. W. G. Waters "Show me a pleasure like dinner, which comes every day and lasts an hour."-- Talleyrand circa 1901 To A. V. In memory of Certain Ausonian Feasts Preface Montaigne in one of his essays* mentions the high excellence Italian cookery had attained in his day. "I have entered into this Discourse upon the Occasion of an Italian I lately receiv'd into my Service, and who was Clerk of the Kitchen to the late Cardinal Caraffa till his Death. I put this Fellow upon an Account of his office: Where he fell to Discourse of this Palate-Science, with such a settled Countenance and Magisterial Gravity, as if he had been handling some profound Point of Divinity. He made a Learned Distinction of the several sorts of Appetites, of that of a Man before he begins to eat, and of those after the second and third Service: The Means simply to satisfy the first, and then to raise and acute the other two: The ordering of the Sauces, first in general, and then proceeded to the Qualities of the Ingredients, and their Effects: The Differences of Sallets, according to their seasons, which ought to be serv'd up hot, and which cold: The Manner of their Garnishment and Decoration, to render them yet more acceptable to the Eye after which he entered upon the Order of the whole Service, full of weighty and important Considerations." It is consistent with Montaigne's large-minded habit thus to applaud the gifts of this master of his art who happened not to be a Frenchman. It is a canon of belief with the modern Englishman that the French alone can achieve excellence in the art of cookery, and when once a notion of this sort shall have found a lodgment in an Englishman's brain, the task of removing it will be a hard one. Not for a moment is it suggested that Englishmen or any one else should cease to recognise the sovereign merits of French cookery; all that is entreated is toleration, and perchance approval, of cookery of other schools. But the favourable consideration of any plea of this sort is hindered by the fact that the vast majority of Englishmen when they go abroad find no other school of cookery by the testing of which they may form a comparison. This universal prevalence of French cookery may be held to be a proof of its supreme excellence--that it is first, and the rest nowhere; but the victory is not so complete as it seems, and the facts would bring grief and humiliation rather than patriotic pride to the heart of a Frenchman like Brillat-Savarin. For the cookery we meet in the hotels of the great European cities, though it may be based on French traditions, is not the genuine thing, but a bastard, cosmopolitan growth, the same everywhere, and generally vapid and uninteresting. French cookery of the grand school suffers by being associated with such commonplace achievements. It is noted in the following pages how rarely English people on their travels penetrate where true Italian cookery may be tasted, wherefore it has seemed worth while to place within the reach of English housewives some Italian recipes which are especially fitted for the presentation of English fare to English palates under a different and not unappetising guise. Most of them will be found simple and inexpensive, and special care has been taken to include those recipes which enable the less esteemed portions of meat and the cheaper vegetables and fish to be treated more elaborately than they have hitherto been treated by English cooks. The author wishes to tender her acknowledgments to her husband for certain suggestions and emendations made in the revision of the introduction, and for his courage in dining, "greatly daring," off many of the dishes. He still lives and thrives. Also to Mrs. Mitchell, her cook, for the interest and enthusiasm she has shown in the work, for her valuable advice, and for the care taken in testing the recipes. Contents Prologue Part I The First Day The Second Day. The Third Day. The Fourth Day The Fifth Day. The Sixth Day. The Seventh Day The Eighth Day The Ninth Day. The Tenth Day. Part II--Recipes Sauces No. 1. Espagnole or Brown Sauce. 2. Velute Sauce. 3. Bechamel Sauce. 4. Mirepoix Sauce (for masking). 5. Genoese Sauce. 6. Italian Sauce. 7. Ham Sauce (Salsa di Prosciutto). 8. Tarragon Sauce. 9. Tomato Sauce. 10. Tomato Sauce Piquante. 11. Mushroom Sauce. 12. Neapolitan Sauce. 13. Neapolitan Anchovy Sauce. 14. Roman Sauce (Salsa Agro-dolce). 15. Roman Sauce (another way). 16. Supreme Sauce. 17. Pasta marinate (for masking Italian Frys). 18. White Villeroy. Soups 19. Clear Soup. 20. Zuppa Primaverile (Spring Soup). 21. Soup alla Lombarda. 22. Tuscan Soup. 23. Venetian Soup. 24. Roman Soup. 25. Soup alla Nazionale. 26. Soup alla Modanese. 27. Crotopo Soup. 28. Soup all'Imperatrice. 29. Neapolitan Soup. 30. Soup with Risotto. 31. Soup alla Canavese. 32. Soup alla Maria l'ia. 33. Zuppa d'Erbe (Lettuce Soup). 34. Zuppa Regina di Riso (Queen's soup). Minestre 35. A Condiment for Seasoning Minestre, &c. 36. Minestra alla Casalinga. 37. Minestra of Rice and Turnips. 38. Minestra alla Capucina. 39. Minestra of Semolina. 40. Minestrone alla Milanese. 41. Minestra of Rice and Cabbage. 42. Minestra of Rice and Celery. 43. Anguilla alla Milanese (Eels). 44. Filletti di Pesce alla Villeroy (Fillets of Fish). 45. Astachi all'Italiana (Lobster). 46. Baccala alla Giardiniera (Cod). 47. Triglie alla Marinara (Mullet). 48. Mullet alla Tolosa. 49. Mullet alla Triestina. 50. Whiting alla Genovese. 51. Merluzzo in Bianco (Cod). 52. Merluzzo in Salamoia (Cod). 53. Baccala in Istufato (Haddock). 54. Naselli con Piselli (Whiting). 55. Ostriche alla Livornese (Oysters). 56. Ostriche alla Napolitana (Oysters). 57. Ostriche alla Neneziana (Oysters). 58. Pesci diversi alla Casalinga (Fish). 59. Pesce alla Genovese (Sole or Turbot). 60. Sogliole in Zimino (Sole). 61. Sogliole al tegame (Sole). 62. Sogliole alla Livornese (Sole). 63. Sogliole alla Veneziana (Sole). 64. Sogliole alla parmigiana (Sole). 65. Salmone alla Genovese (Salmon). 66. Salmone alla Perigo (Salmon). 67. Salmone alla giardiniera (Salmon). 68. Salmone alla Farnese (Salmon). 69. Salmone alla Santa Fiorentina (Salmon). 70. Salmone alla Francesca (Salmon). 71. Fillets of Salmon in Papiliotte. Beef, Mutton, Veal, Lamb, &c. 72. Manzo alla Certosina (Fillet of Beef). 73. Stufato alla Fiorentina (Stewed Beef). 74. Coscia di Manzo al Forno (Rump Steak). 75. Polpettine alla Salsa Piccante (Beef Olives). 76. Stufato alla Milanese (Stewed Beef). 77. Manzo Marinato Arrosto (Marinated Beef). 78. Manzo con sugo di Barbabietole (Fillet of Beef). 79. Manzo in Insalata (Marinated Beef). 80. Filetto di Bue con Pistacchi (Fillets of Beef with Pistacchios). 81. Scalopini di Rizo (Beef with Risotto). 82. Tenerumi alla Piemontese (Tendons of Veal). 83. Bragiuole di Vitello (Veal Cutlets). 84. Costolette alla Monza (Veal Cutlets). 85. Vitello alla Pellegrina (Breast of Veal). 86. Frittura Piccata al Marsala (Fillet of Veal). 87. Polpettine Distese (Veal Olives). 88. Coste di Vitello Imboracciate (Ribs of Veal). 89. Costolette di Montone alla Nizzarda (Mutton Cutlets). 90. Petto di Castrato all'Italiana (Breast of Mutton). 91. Petto di Castrato alla Salsa piccante (Breast of Mutton). 92. Tenerumi d' Agnello alla Villeroy (Tendons of Lamb). 93. Tenerumi d' Agnello alla Veneziana (Tendons of Lamb). 94. Costoletto d'Agnello alla Costanza (Lamb Cutlets). Tongue, Sweetbread, Calf's Head, Liver, Sucking Pig, &c. 95. Timballo alla Romana. 96. Timballo alla Lombarda. 97. Lingua alla Visconti (Tongue). 98. Lingua di Manzo al Citriuoli (Tongue with Cucumber). 99. Lingue di Castrato alla Cuciniera (Sheep's Tongues). 100.. Lingue di Vitello all'Italiana (Calves' Tongues). 101. Porcelletto alla Corradino (Sucking Pig). 102. Porcelletto da Latte in Galantina (Sucking Pig). 103. Ateletti alla Sarda. 104. Ateletti alla Genovese. 105. Testa di Vitello alla Sorrentina (Calf's Head). 106. Testa di Vitello con Salsa Napoletana (Calf's head). 107. Testa di Vitello alla Pompadour (Calf's Head). 108. Testa di Vitello alla Sanseverino (Calf's Head). 109. Testa di Vitello in Frittata (Calf's Head). 110. Zampetti (Calves' Feet). 111. Bodini Marinati. 112. Animelle alla Parmegiana (Sweetbread). 113. Animelle in Cartoccio (Sweetbread). 114. Animelle all'Italiana (Sweetbread). 115. Animelle Lardellate (Sweetbread). 116. Frittura di Bottoni e di Animelle (Sweetbreads and Mushrooms). 117. Cervello in Filiserbe (Calf's Brains). 118. Cervello alla Milanese (Calf's Brains). 119. Cervello alla Villeroy (Calf's Brains). 120. Frittuta of Cervello (Calf's Brains). 121. Cervello alla Frittata Montano (Calf's Brains). 122. Marinata di Cervello alla Villeroy (Calf's Brains). 123. Minuta alla Milanese (Lamb's Sweetbread). 124. Animelle al Sapor di Targone (Lamb's Fry). 125. Fritto Misto alla Villeroy. 126. Fritto Misto alla Piemontese. 127. Minuta di Fegatini (Ragout of Fowls' Livers). 128. Minuta alla Visconti (Chickens' Livers). 129. Croutons alla Principessa. 130. Croutons alla Romana. Fowl, Duck, Game, Hare, Rabbit, &c. 131. Soffiato di Cappone (Fowl Souffle). 132. Pollo alla Fiorentina (Chicken). 133. Pollo ali'Oliva (Chicken). 134. Pollo alla Villereccia (Chicken). 135. Pollo alla Cacciatora (Chicken). 136. Pollastro alla Lorenese (Fowl). 137. Pollastro in Fricassea al Burro (Fowl). 138. Pollastro in istufa di Pomidoro (Braized Fowl). 139. Cappone con Riso (Capon with Rice). 140. Dindo Arrosto alla Milanese (Roast Turkey). 141. Tacchinotto all'Istriona (Turkey Poult). 142. Fagiano alla Napoletana (Pheasant). 143. Fagiano alla Perigo (Pheasant). 144. Anitra Selvatica (Wild Duck). 145. Perniciotti alla Gastalda (Partridges). 146. Piccioni alla Diplomatica (Snipe). 147. Piccioni alla minute (Pigeons) 148. Piccioni in Ripieno (Stuffed Pigeons). 149. Lepre in istufato (Stewed Hare). 150. Lepre Agro-dolce (Hare). 151. Coniglio alla Provenzale (Rabbit). 152. Coniglio arrostito alla Corradino (Roast Rabbit). 153. Coniglio in salsa Piccante (Rabbit). Vegetables 154. Asparagi alla salsa Suprema (Asparagus). 155. Cavoli di Bruxelles alla Savoiarda (Brussels Sprouts). 156. Barbabietola alla Parmigiana (Beetroot). 157. Fave alla Savoiarda (Beans). 158. Verze alla Capuccina (Cabbage). 159. Cavoli fiori alla Lionese (Cauliflower). 160. Cavoli fiori fritti (Cauliflower). 161. Cauliflower alla Parmigiana. 162. Cavoli Fiori Ripieni. 163. Sedani alla l'armigiana (Celery). 164. Sedani Fritti all'Italiana (Celery). 165. Cetriuoli alla Parmigiana (Cucumber). 166. Cetriuoli alla Borghese (Cucumber). 167. Carote al sughillo (Carrots). 168. Carote e piselli alla panna (Carrots and peas). 169. Verze alla Certosina (Cabbage). 170. Lattughe al sugo (Lettuce). 171. Lattughe farcite alla Genovese (Lettuce). 172. Funghi cappelle infarcite (Stuffed Mushrooms). 173. Verdure miste (Macedoine of Vegetables). 174. Patate alla crema (Potatoes in cream). 175. Cestelline cli patate alla giardiniera (Potatoes). 176. Patate al Pomidoro (Potatoes with Tomato Sauce). 177. Spinaci alla Milanese (Spinach). 178. Insalata di patate (Potato salad). 179. Insalata alla Navarino (Salad). 180. Insalata di pomidoro (Tomato Salad). 181. Tartufi alla Dino (Truffles). Macaroni, Rice, Polenta, All Other Italian Pastes 182. Macaroni with Tomatoes Macaroni alla Casalinga. 183. Macaroni al Sughillo. 184. Macaroni alla Livornese. 186. Tagliarelle and Lobster. 187. Polenta. 188. Polenta Pasticciata. 189. Battuffoli. 190. Risotto all'Italiana. 191. Risotto alla Genoxese. 192. Risotto alla Spagnuola. 193. Risotto alla Capuccina. 194. Risotto alla Parigina. 195. Ravioli. 196. Ravioli alla Fiorentina. 197. Gnoechi alla Romana. 198. Gnoechi alla Lombarda. 199. Frittata di Riso (Savoury Rice Pancake). Omelettes and Other Egg Dishes 200. Uova ai Tartufi (Eggs with Truffles). 201. Uova al Pomidoro (Eggs and Tomatoes). 202. Uova ripiene (Canapes of Egg). 203. Uova alla Fiorentina (Eggs). 204. Uova in fili (Egg Canapes). 205. Frittata di funghi (Mushroom Omelette). 206. Frittata eon Pomidoro (Tomato Omelette). 207. Frittata con Asparagi (Asparagus Omelette). 208. Frittata eon erbe (Omelette with Herbs). 209. Frittata Montata (Omelette Souffle'). 210. Frittata di Proseiutto (Ham Omelette). Sweets and Cakes 211. Bodino off Semolina. 212. Crema rappresa (Coffee Cream). 213. Crema Montata alle Fragole (Strawberry Cream). 214. Croccante di Mandorle (Cream Nougat). 215. Crema tartara alla Caramella (Caramel Cream). 216. Cremona Cake. 217. Cake alla Tolentina. 218. Riso all'Imperatrice. 219. Amaretti leggier (Almond Cakes). 220. Cakes alla Livornese. 221. Genoese Pastry. 222. Zabajone. 223. Iced Zabajone. 224. Panforte di Siena (Sienese Hardbake). New Century Sauce 225. Fish Sauce. 226. Sauce Piquante (for Meat, Fowl, Game, Rabbit, &c.). 227. Sauce for Venison, Hare, &c. 228. Tomato Sauce Piquante. 229. Sauce for Roast Pork, Ham, &c. 230. For masking Cutlets, &c. PART I. THE COOK'S DECAMERON Prologue The Marchesa di Sant'Andrea finished her early morning cup of tea, and then took up the batch of correspondence which her maid had placed on the tray. The world had a way of treating her in kindly fashion, and hostile or troublesome letters rarely veiled their ugly faces under the envelopes addressed to her; wherefore the perfection of that pleasant half-hour lying between the last sip of tea and the first step to meet the new day was seldom marred by the perusal of her morning budget. The apartment which she graced with her seemly presence was a choice one in the Mayfair Hotel, one which she had occupied for the past four or five years during her spring visit to London; a visit undertaken to keep alive a number of pleasant English friendships which had begun in Rome or Malta. London had for her the peculiar attraction it has for so many Italians, and the weeks she spent upon its stones were commonly the happiest of the year. The review she took of her letters before breaking the seals first puzzled her, and then roused certain misgivings in her heart. She recognised the handwriting of each of the nine addresses, and at the same time recalled the fact that she was engaged to dine with every one of the correspondents of this particular morning. Why should they all be writing to her? She had uneasy forebodings of postponement, and she hated to have her engagements disturbed; but it was useless to prolong suspense, so she began by opening the envelope addressed in the familiar handwriting of Sir John Oglethorpe, and this was what Sir John had to say-- "My Dear Marchesa, words, whether written or spoken, are powerless to express my present state of mind. In the first place, our dinner on Thursday is impossible, and in the second, I have lost Narcisse and forever. You commented favourably upon that supreme of lobster and the Ris de Veau a la Renaissance we tasted last week, but never again will you meet the handiwork of Narcisse. He came to me with admirable testimonials as to his artistic excellence; with regard to his moral past I was, I fear, culpably negligent, for I now learn that all the time he presided over my stewpans he was wanted by the French police on a charge of murdering his wife. A young lady seems to have helped him; so I fear Narcisse has broken more than one of the commandments in this final escapade. The truly great have ever been subject to these momentary aberrations, and Narcisse being now in the hands of justice--so called--our dinner must needs stand over, though not, I hope, for long. Meantime the only consolation I can perceive is the chance of a cup of tea with you this afternoon." "J. O." Sir John Oglethorpe had been her husband's oldest and best friend. He and the Marchesa had first met in Sardinia, where they had both of them gone in pursuit of woodcock, and since the Marchesa had been a widow, she and Sir John had met either in Rome or in London every year. The dinner so tragically manque had been arranged to assemble a number of Anglo-Italian friends; and, as Sir John was as perfect as a host as Narcisse was as a cook, the disappointment was a heavy one. She threw aside the letter with a gesture of vexation, and opened the next. "Sweetest Marchesa," it began, "how can I tell you my grief at having to postpone our dinner for Friday. My wretched cook (I gave her seventy-five pounds a year), whom I have long suspected of intemperate habits, was hopelessly inebriated last night, and had to be conveyed out of the house by my husband and a dear, devoted friend who happened to be dining with us, and deposited in a four-wheeler. May I look in tomorrow afternoon and pour out my grief to you? Yours cordially, "Pamela St. Aubyn Fothergill." When the Marchesa had opened four more letters, one from Lady Considine, one from Mrs. Sinclair, one from Miss Macdonnell, and one from Mrs. Wilding, and found that all these ladies were obliged to postpone their dinners on account of the misdeeds of their cooks, she felt that the laws of average were all adrift. Surely the three remaining letters must contain news of a character to counterbalance what had already been revealed, but the event showed that, on this particular morning, Fortune was in a mood to strike hard. Colonel Trestrail, who gave in his chambers carefully devised banquets, compounded by a Bengali who was undoubtedly something of a genius, wrote to say that this personage had left at a day's notice, in order to embrace Christianity and marry a lady's-maid who had just come into a legacy of a thousand pounds under the will of her late mistress. Another correspondent, Mrs. Gradinger, wrote that her German cook had announced that the dignity of womanhood was, in her opinion, slighted by the obligation to prepare food for others in exchange for mere pecuniary compensation. Only on condition of the grant of perfect social equality would she consent to stay, and Mrs. Gradinger, though she held advanced opinions, was hardly advanced far enough to accept this suggestion. Last of all, Mr. Sebastian van der Roet was desolate to announce that his cook, a Japanese, whose dishes were, in his employer's estimation, absolute inspirations, had decamped and taken with him everything of value he could lay hold of; and more than desolate, that he was forced to postpone the pleasure of welcoming the Marchesa di Sant' Andrea at his table. When she had finished reading this last note, the Marchesa gathered the whole mass of her morning's correspondence together, and uttering a few Italian words which need not be translated, rolled it into a ball and hurled the same to the farthest corner of the room. "How is it," she ejaculated, "that these English, who dominate the world abroad, cannot get their food properly cooked at home? I suppose it is because they, in their lofty way, look upon cookery as a non-essential, and consequently fall victims to gout and dyspepsia, or into the clutches of some international brigandaccio, who declares he is a cordon bleu. One hears now and again pleasant remarks about the worn-out Latin races, but I know of one Latin race which can do better than this in cookery." And having thus delivered herself, the Marchesa lay back on the pillows and reviewed the situation. She was sorry in a way to miss the Colonel's dinner. The dishes which the Bengali cook turned out were excellent, but the host himself was a trifle dictatorial and too fond of the sound of his own voice, while certain of the inevitable guests were still worse. Mrs. Gradinger's letter came as a relief; indeed the Marchesa had been wondering why she had ever consented to go and pretend to enjoy herself by eating an ill-cooked dinner in company with social reformers and educational prigs. She really went because she liked Mr. Gradinger, who was as unlike his wife as possible, a stout youth of forty, with a breezy manner and a decided fondness for sport. Lady Considine's dinners were indifferent, and the guests were apt to be a bit too smart and too redolent of last season's Monte Carlo odour. The Sinclairs gave good dinners to perfectly selected guests, and by reason of this virtue, one not too common, the host and hostess might be pardoned for being a little too well satisfied with themselves and with their last new bibelot. The Fothergill dinners were like all other dinners given by the Fothergills of society. They were costly, utterly undistinguished, and invariably graced by the presence of certain guests who seemed to have been called in out of the street at the last moment. Van der Roet's Japanese menus were curious, and at times inimical to digestion, but the personality of the host was charming. As to Sir John Oglethorpe, the question of the dinner postponed troubled her little: another repast, the finest that London's finest restaurant could furnish, would certainly be forthcoming before long. In Sir John's case, her discomposure took the form of sympathy for her friend in his recent bereavement. He had been searching all his life for a perfect cook, and he had found, or believed he had found, such an one in Narcisse; wherefore the Marchesa was fully persuaded that, if that artist should evade the guillotine, she would again taste his incomparable handiwork, even though he were suspected of murdering his whole family as well as the partner of his joys. That same afternoon a number of the balked entertainers foregathered in the Marchesa's drawing-room, the dominant subject of discourse being the approaching dissolution of London society from the refusal of one human to cook food for another. Those present were gathered in two groups. In one the Colonel, in spite of the recent desertion of his Oriental, was asserting that the Government should be required to bring over consignments of perfectly trained Indian cooks, and thus trim the balance between dining room and kitchen; and to the other Mrs. Gradinger, a gaunt, ill-dressed lady in spectacles, with a commanding nose and dull, wispy hair, was proclaiming in a steady metallic voice, that it was absolutely necessary to double the school rate at once in order to convert all the girls and some of the boys as well, into perfectly equipped food-cooking animals; but her audience gradually fell away, and in an interval of silence the voice of the hostess was heard giving utterance to a tentative suggestion. "But, my dear, it is inconceivable that the comfort and the movement of society should depend on the humours of its servants. I don't blame them for refusing to cook if they dislike cooking, and can find other work as light and as well paid; but, things being as they are, I would suggest that we set to work somehow to make ourselves independent of cooks." "That 'somehow' is the crux, my dear Livia," said Mrs. Sinclair. "I have a plan of my own, but I dare not breathe it, for I'm sure Mrs. Gradinger would call it 'anti-social,' whatever that may mean." "I should imagine that it is a term which might be applied to any scheme which robs society of the ministrations of its cooks," said Sir John. "I have heard mathematicians declare that what is true of the whole is true of its parts," said the Marchesa. "I daresay it is, but I never stopped to inquire. I will amplify on my own account, and lay down that what is true of the parts must be true of the whole. I'm sure that sounds quite right. Now I, as a unit of society, am independent of cooks because I can cook myself, and if all the other units were independent, society itself would be independent--ecco!" "To speak in this tone of a serious science like Euclid seems rather frivolous," said Mrs. Gradinger. "I may observe--" but here mercifully the observation was checked by the entry of Mrs. St. Aubyn Fothergill. She was a handsome woman, always dominated by an air of serious preoccupation, sumptuously, but not tastefully dressed. In the social struggle upwards, wealth was the only weapon she possessed, and wealth without dexterity has been known to fail before this. She made efforts, indeed, to imitate Mrs. Sinclair in the elegancies of menage, and to pose as a woman of mind after the pattern of Mrs. Gradinger; but the task first named required too much tact, and the other powers of endurance which she did not possess. "You'll have some tea, Mrs. Fothergill?" said the Marchesa. "It's so good of you to have come." "No, really, I can't take any tea; in fact, I couldn't take any lunch out of vexation at having to put you off, my dear Marchesa." "Oh, these accidents will occur. We were just discussing the best way of getting round them," said the Marchesa. "Now, dear,"--speaking to Mrs. Sinclair--"let's have your plan. Mrs. Gradinger has fastened like a leech on the Canon and Mrs. Wilding, and won't hear a word of what you have to say." "Well, my scheme is just an amplification of your mathematical illustrations, that we should all learn to cook for ourselves. I regard it no longer as impossible, or even difficult, since you have informed us that you are a mistress of the art. We'll start a new school of cookery, and you shall teach us all you know." "Ah, my dear Laura, you are like certain English women in the hunting field. You are inclined to rush your fences," said the Marchesa with a deprecatory gesture. "And just look at the people gathered here in this room. Wouldn't they--to continue the horsey metaphor--be rather an awkward team to drive?" "Not at all, if you had them in suitable surroundings. Now, supposing some beneficent millionaire were to lend us for a month or so a nice country house, we might install you there as Mistress of the stewpans, and sit at your feet as disciples," said Mrs. Sinclair. "The idea seems first-rate," said Van der Roet; "and I suppose, if we are good little boys and girls, and learn our lessons properly, we may be allowed to taste some of our own dishes." "Might not that lead to a confusion between rewards and punishments?" said Sir John. "If ever it comes to that," said Miss Macdonnell with a mischievous glance out of a pair of dark, flashing Celtic eyes, "I hope that our mistress will inspect carefully all pupils' work before we are asked to eat it. I don't want to sit down to another of Mr. Van der Roet's Japanese salads made of periwinkles and wallflowers." "And we must first catch our millionaire," said the Colonel. During these remarks Mrs. Fothergill had been standing "with parted lips and straining eyes," the eyes of one who is seeking to "cut in." Now came her chance. "What a delightful idea dear Mrs. Sinclair's is. We have been dreadfully extravagant this year over buying pictures, and have doubled our charitable subscriptions, but I believe I can still promise to act in a humble way the part of Mrs. Sinclair's millionaire. We have just finished doing up the 'Laurestinas,' a little place we bought last year, and it is quite at your service, Marchesa, as soon as you liketo occupy it." This unlooked-for proposition almost took away the Marchesa's breath. "Ah, Mrs. Fothergill," she said, "it was Mrs. Sinclair's plan, not mine. She kindly wishes to turn me into a cook for I know not how long, just at the hottest season of the year, a fate I should hardly have chosen for myself." "My dear, it would be a new sensation, and one you would enjoy beyond everything. I am sure it is a scheme every one here will hail with acclamation," said Mrs. Sinclair. All other conversation had now ceased, and the eyes of the rest of the company were fixed on the speaker. "Ladies and gentlemen," she went on, "you have heard my suggestion, and you have heard Mrs. Fothergill's most kind and opportune offer of her country house as the seat of our school of cookery. Such an opportunity is one in ten thousand. Surely all of us---even the Marchesa--must see that it is one not to be neglected." "I approve thoroughly," said Mrs. Gradinger; "the acquisition of knowledge, even in so material a field as that of cookery, is always a clear gain." "It will give Gradinger a chance to put in a couple of days at Ascot," whispered Van der Roet. "Where Mrs. Gradinger leads, all must follow," said Miss Macdonnell. "Take the sense of the meeting, Mrs. Sinclair, before the Marchesa has time to enter a protest." "And is the proposed instructress to have no voice in the matter?" said the Marchesa, laughing. "None at all, except to consent," said Mrs. Sinclair; "you are going to be absolute mistress over us for the next fortnight, so you surely might obey just this once." "You have been denouncing one of our cherished institutions, Marchesa," said Lady Considine, "so I consider you are bound to help us to replace the British cook by something better." "If Mrs. Sinclair has set her heart on this interesting experiment. You may as well consent at once, Marchesa," said the Colonel, "and teach us how to cook, and--what may be a harder task--to teach us to eat what other aspirants may have cooked." "If this scheme really comes off," said Sir John, "I would suggest that the Marchesa should always be provided with a plate of her own up her sleeve--if I may use such an expression--so that any void in the menu, caused by failure on the part of the under-skilled or over-ambitious amateur, may be filled by what will certainly be a chef-d'oeuvre." "I shall back up Mrs. Sinclair's proposition with all my power," said Mrs. Wilding. "The Canon will be in residence at Martlebridge for the next month, and I would much rather be learning cookery under the Marchesa than staying with my brother-in-law at Ealing." "You'll have to do it, Marchesa," said Van der Roet; "when a new idea catches on like this, there's no resisting it." "Well, I consent on one condition--that my rule shall be absolute," said the Marchesa, "and I begin my career as an autocrat by giving Mrs. Fothergill a list of the educational machinery I shall want, and commanding her to have them all ready by Tuesday morning, the day on which I declare the school open." A chorus of applause went up as soon as the Marchesa ceased speaking. "Everything shall be ready," said Mrs. Fothergill, radiant with delight that her offer had been accepted, "and I will put in a full staff of servants selected from our three other establishments." "Would it not be as well to send the cook home for a holiday?" said the Colonel. "It might be safer, and lead to less broth being spoilt." "It seems," said Sir John, "that we shall be ten in number, and I would therefore propose that, after an illustrious precedent, we limit our operations to ten days. Then if we each produce one culinary poem a day we shall, at the end of our time, have provided the world with a hundred new reasons for enjoying life, supposing, of course, that we have no failures. I propose, therefore, that our society be called the 'New Decameron.'" "Most appropriate," said Miss Macdonnell, "especially as it owes its origin to an outbreak of plague--the plague in the kitchen." The First Day On the Tuesday morning the Marchesa travelled down to the "Laurestinas," where she found that Mrs. Fothergill had been as good as her word. Everything was in perfect order. The Marchesa had notified to her pupils that they must report themselves that same evening at dinner, and she took down with her her maid, one of those marvellous Italian servants who combine fidelity with efficiency in a degree strange to the denizens of more progressive lands. Now, with Angelina's assistance, she proposed to set before the company their first dinner all'Italiana, and the last they would taste without having participated in the preparation. The real work was to begin the following morning. The dinner was both a revelation and a surprise to the majority of the company. All were well travelled, and all had eaten of the mongrel French dishes given at the "Grand" hotels of the principal Italian cities, and some of them, in search of adventures, had dined at London restaurants with Italian names over the doors, where--with certain honourable exceptions--the cookery was French, and not of the best, certain Italian plates being included in the carte for a regular clientele, dishes which would always be passed over by the English investigator, because he now read, or tried to read, their names for the first time. Few of the Marchesa's pupils had ever wandered away from the arid table d'hote in Milan, or Florence, or Rome, in search of the ristorante at which the better class of townsfolk were wont to take their colazione. Indeed, whenever an Englishman does break fresh ground in this direction, he rarely finds sufficient presence of mind to controvert the suggestions of the smiling minister who, having spotted his Inglese, at once marks down an omelette aux fines herbes and a biftek aux pommes as the only food such a creature can consume. Thus the culinary experiences of Englishmen in Italy have led to the perpetuation of the legend that the traveller can indeed find decent food in the large towns, "because the cooking there is all French, you know," but that, if he should deviate from the beaten track, unutterable horrors, swimming in oil and reeking with garlic, would be his portion. Oil and garlic are in popular English belief the inseparable accidents of Italian cookery, which is supposed to gather its solitary claim to individuality from the never-failing presence of these admirable, but easily abused, gifts of Nature. "You have given us a delicious dinner, Marchesa," said Mrs. Wilding as the coffee appeared. "You mustn't think me captious in my remarks--indeed it would be most ungracious to look a gift-dinner in the--What are you laughing at, Sir John? I suppose I've done something awful with my metaphors--mixed them up somehow." "Everything Mrs. Wilding mixes will be mixed admirably, as admirably, say, as that sauce which was served with the Manzo alla Certosina," Sir John replied. "That is said in your best style, Sir John," replied Mrs. Wilding; "but what I was going to remark was, that I, as a poor parson's wife, shall ask for some instruction in inexpensive cooking before we separate. The dinner we have just eaten is surely only within the reach of rich people." "I wish some of the rich people I dine with could manage now and then to reach a dinner as good," said the Colonel. "I believe it is a generally received maxim, that if you want a truth to be accepted you must repeat the same in season and out, whenever you have the opportunity," said the Marchesa. "The particular truth I have now in mind is the fact that Italian cookery is the cookery of a poor nation, of people who have scant means wherewith to purchase the very inferior materials they must needs work with; and that they produce palatable food at all is, I maintain, a proof that they bring high intelligence to the task. Italian culinary methods have been developed in the struggle when the cook, working with an allowance upon which an English cook would resign at once, has succeeded by careful manipulation and the study of flavouring in turning out excellent dishes made of fish and meat confessedly inferior. Now, if we loosen the purse-strings a little, and use the best English materials, I affirm that we shall achieve a result excellent enough to prove that Italian cookery is worthy to take its stand beside its great French rival. I am glad Mrs. Wilding has given me an opportunity to impress upon you all that its main characteristics are simplicity and cheapness, and I can assure her that, even if she should reproduce the most costly dishes of our course, she will not find any serious increase in her weekly bills. When I use the word simplicity, I allude, of course, to everyday cooking. Dishes of luxury in any school require elaboration, care, and watchfulness." Menu--Dinner {*} Zuppa d'uova alla Toscana. Tuscan egg-soup. Sogliole alla Livornese. Sole alla Livornese. Manzo alla Certosina. Fillet of beef, Certosina sauce. Minuta alla Milanese. Chickens' livers alla Milanese. Cavoli fiodi ripieni. Cauliflower with forcemeat. Cappone arrosto con insalata. Roast capon with salad. Zabajone. Spiced custard. Uova al pomidoro. Eggs and tomatoes. * The recipes for the dishes contained in all these menus will be found in the second part of the book. The limits of the seasons have necessarily been ignored. The Second Day Wednesday's luncheon was anticipated with some curiosity, or even searchings of heart, as in it would appear the first-fruits of the hand of the amateur. The Marchesa wisely restricted it to two dishes, for the compounding of which she requisitioned the services of Lady Considine, Mrs. Sinclair, and the Colonel. The others she sent to watch Angelina and her circle while they were preparing the vegetables and the dinner entrees. After the luncheon dishes had been discussed, they were both proclaimed admirable. It was a true bit of Italian finesse on the part of the Marchesa to lay a share of the responsibility of the first meal upon the Colonel, who was notoriously the most captious and the hardest to please of all the company; and she did even more than make him jointly responsible, for she authorised him to see to the production of a special curry of his own invention, the recipe for which he always carried in his pocket-book, thus letting India share with Italy in the honours of the first luncheon. "My congratulations to you on your curry, Colonel Trestrail," said Miss Macdonnell. "You haven't followed the English fashion of flavouring a curry by emptying the pepper-pot into the dish?" "Pepper properly used is the most admirable of condiments," the Colonel said. "Why this association of the Colonel and pepper?" said Van der Roet. "In this society we ought to be as nice in our phraseology as in our flavourings, and be careful to eschew the incongruous. You are coughing, Mrs. Wilding. Let me give you some water." "I think it must have been one of those rare grains of the Colonel's pepper, for you must have a little pepper in a curry, mustn't you, Colonel? Though, as Miss Macdonnell says, English cooks generally overdo it." "Vander is in one of his pleasant witty moods," said the Colonel, "but I fancy I know as much about the use of pepper as he does about the use of oil colours; and now we have, got upon art criticism, I may remark, my dear Vander, I have been reminded that you have been poaching on my ground. I saw a landscape of yours the other day, which looked as if some of my curry powder had got into the sunset. I mean the one poor blind old Wilkins bought at your last show." "Ah, but that sunset was an inspiration, Colonel, and consequently beyond your comprehension." "It is easy to talk of inspiration," said Sir John, "and, perhaps, now that we are debating a matter of real importance, we might spend our time more profitably than in discussing what is and what is not a good picture. Some inspiration has been brought into our symposium, I venture to affirm that the brain which devised and the hand which executed the Tenerumi di Vitello we have just tasted, were both of them inspired. In the construction of this dish there is to be recognised a breath of the same afflatus which gave us the Florentine campanile, and the Medici tombs, and the portrait of Monna Lisa. When we stand before any one of these masterpieces, we realise at a glance how keen must have been the primal insight, and how strenuous the effort necessary for the evolution of so consummate an achievement; and, with the savour of the Tenerumi di Vitello still fresh, I feel that it deserves to be added to the list of Italian capo lavori. Now, as I was not fortunate enough to be included in the pupils' class this morning, I must beg the next time the dish is presented to us--and I imagine all present will hail its renaissance with joy--that I may be allowed to lend a hand, or even a finger, in its preparation." "Veal, with the possible exception of Lombard beef, is the best meat we get in Italy," said the Marchesa, "so an Italian cook, when he wants to produce a meat dish of the highest excellence, generally turns to veal as a basis. I must say that the breast of veal, which is the part we had for lunch today, is a somewhat insipid dish when cooked English fashion. That we have been able to put it before you in more palatable form, and to win for it the approval of such a connoisseur as Sir John Oglethorpe, is largely owing to the judicious use of that Italian terror--more dire to many English than paper-money or brigands--garlic." "The quantity used was infinitesimal," said Mrs. Sinclair, "but it seems to have been enough to subdue what I once heard Sir John describe as the pallid solidity of the innocent calf." "I fear the vein of incongruity in our discourse, lately noted by Van der Roet, is not quite exhausted," said Sir John. "The Colonel was up in arms on account of a too intimate association of his name with pepper, and now Mrs. Sinclair has bracketed me with the calf, a most useful animal, I grant, but scarcely one I should have chosen as a yokefellow; but this is a digression. To return to our veal. I had a notion that garlic had something to do with the triumph of the Tenerumi, and, this being the case, I think it would be well if the Marchesa were to give us a dissertation on the use of this invaluable product." "As Mrs. Sinclair says, the admixture of garlic in the dish in question was a very small one, and English people somehow never seem to realise that garlic must always be used sparingly. The chief positive idea they have of its characteristics is that which they gather from the odour of a French or Italian crowd of peasants at a railway station. The effect of garlic, eaten in lumps as an accompaniment to bread and cheese, is naturally awful, but garlic used as it should be used is the soul, the divine essence, of cookery. The palate delights in it without being able to identify it, and the surest proof of its charm is manifested by the flatness and insipidity which will infallibly characterise any dish usually flavoured with it, if by chance this dish should be prepared without it. The cook who can employ it successfully will be found to possess the delicacy of perception, the accuracy of judgment, and the dexterity of hand, which go to the formation of a great artist. It is a primary maxim, and one which cannot be repeated too often, that garlic must never be cut up and used as part of the material of any dish. One small incision should be made in the clove, which should be put into the dish during the process of cooking, and allowed to remain there until the cook's palate gives warning that flavour enough has been extracted. Then it must be taken out at once. This rule does not apply in equal degree to the use of the onion, the large mild varieties of which may be cooked and eaten in many excellent bourgeois dishes; but in all fine cooking, where the onion flavour is wanted, the same treatment which I have prescribed for garlic must be followed." The Marchesa gave the Colonel and Lady Considine a holiday that afternoon, and requested Mrs. Gradinger and Van der Roet to attend in the kitchen to help with the dinner. In the first few days of the session the main portion of the work naturally fell upon the Marchesa and Angelina, and in spite of the inroads made upon their time by the necessary directions to the neophytes, and of the occasional eccentricities of the neophytes' energies, the dinners and luncheons were all that could be desired. The Colonel was not quite satisfied with the flavour of one particular soup, and Mrs. Gradinger was of opinion that one of the entrees, which she wanted to superintend herself, but which the Marchesa handed over to Mrs. Sinclair, had a great deal too much butter in its composition. Her conscience revolted at the action of consuming in one dish enough butter to solace the breakfast-table of an honest working man for two or three days; but the faintness of these criticisms seemed to prove that every one was well satisfied with the rendering of the menu of the day. Menu--Lunch Tenerumi di Vitello. Breast of veal. Piccione alla minute. Pigeons, braized with liver, &c. Curry Menu--Dinner Zuppa alla nazionale. Soup alla nazionale. Salmone alla Genovese. Salmon alla Genovese. Costolette alla Costanza. Mutton cutlets alla Costanza. Fritto misto alla Villeroy. Lamb's fry alla Villeroy. Lattughe al sugo. Stuffed Lettuce. Dindo arrosto alla Milanese. Roast turkey alla Milanese. Crema montata alle fragole. Strawberry cream. Tartufi alla Dino. Truffles alla Dino. The Third Day "I observe, dear Marchesa," said Mrs. Fothergill at breakfast on Thursday morning, "that we still follow the English fashion in our breakfast dishes. I have a notion that, in this particular especially, we gross English show our inferiority to the more spirituelles nations of the Continent, and I always feel a new being after the light meal of delicious coffee and crisp bread and delicate butter the first morning I awake in dear Paris." "I wonder how it happens, then, that two goes of fish, a plateful of omelette, and a round and a half of toast and marmalade are necessary to repair the waste of tissue in dear England?" Van der Roet whispered to Miss Macdonnell. "It must be the gross air of England or the gross nature of the--" The rest of Miss Macdonnell's remark was lost, as the Marchesa cried out in answer to Mrs. Fothergill, "But why should we have anything but English breakfast dishes in England? The defects of English cookery are manifest enough, but breakfast fare is not amongst them. In these England stands supreme; there is nothing to compare with them, and they possess the crowning merit of being entirely compatible with English life. I cannot say whether it may be the effect of the crossing, or of the climate on this side, or that the air of England is charged with some subtle stimulating quality, given off in the rush and strain of strenuous national life, but the fact remains that as soon as I find myself across the Channel I want an English breakfast. It seems that I am more English than certain of the English themselves, and I am sorry that Mrs. Fothergill has been deprived of her French roll and butter. I will see that you have it to-morrow, Mrs. Fothergill, and to make the illusion complete, I will order it to be sent to your room." "Oh no, Marchesa, that would be giving too much trouble, and I am sure you want all the help in the house to carry out the service as exquisitely as you do," said Mrs. Fothergill hurriedly, and blushing as well as her artistic complexion would allow. "I fancy," said Mrs. Sinclair, "that foreigners are taking to English breakfasts as well as English clothes. I noticed when I was last in Milan that almost every German or Italian ate his two boiled eggs for breakfast, the sign whereby the Englishman used to be marked for a certainty." "The German would probably call for boiled eggs when abroad on account of the impossibility of getting such things in his own country. No matter how often you send to the kitchen for properly boiled eggs in Germany, the result is always the same cold slush," said Mrs. Wilding; "and I regret to find that the same plague is creeping into the English hotels which are served by German waiters." "That is quite true," said the Marchesa; "but in England we have no time to concern ourselves with mere boiled eggs, delicious as they are. The roll of delicacies is long enough, or even too long without them. When I am in England, I always lament that we have only seven days a week and one breakfast a day, and when I am in Italy I declare that the reason why the English have overrun the world is because they eat such mighty breakfasts. Considering how good the dishes are, I wonder the breakfasts are not mightier than they are." "It always strikes me that our national barrenness of ideas appears as plainly in our breakfasts as anywhere," said Mrs. Gradinger. "There is a monotony about them which--" "Monotony!" interrupted the Colonel. "Why, I could dish you up a fresh breakfast every day for a month. Your conservative tendencies must be very strong, Mrs. Gradinger, if they lead you to this conclusion." "Conservative! On the contrary, I--that is, my husband--always votes for Progressive candidates at every election," said Mrs. Gradinger, dropping into her platform intonation, at the sound of which consternation arose in every
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