BOB GETS BREAKFAST ON SUNDAY
"NOW, Bettina, you sit here and direct me, but don't you dare to move.
I'm going to get breakfast myself."
"Fine for you, chef! Have it on the porch, will you? It's the most
beautiful morning of the year, I do believe! But you must give me
something to do. Let me set the table, will you?"
"Well, you can do that, but get me an apron first. Be sure you get one
that'll be becoming!"
Bettina went to a deep drawer in the pantry, of which the breakfast
alcove was a part, and selected a white bungalow apron with red dots.
"Here, put your arms through this! There, how 'chic' you look! Bob, do
you realize that this is our first breakfast on the porch? I must get
some of those feathery things growing out there; I want them for the
table. We must celebrate!"
"If having flowers on the table is celebrating, you celebrate every
day!"
"Of course, my dear! Our married life is just one long celebration.
Haven't you discovered that yet?"
Bettina had thus far no flower garden, but she was never without
flowers. The weeds and grasses in her backyard had a way of turning
themselves into charming centerpieces, and then, too, red clover was
always plentiful.
Bob moved the coffee percolator and the electric toaster to the porch
and attached them while Bettina spread the luncheon cloth upon the small
table. "Aren't you glad we thought to plan it so that we might have the
percolator and the toaster out here?" she said. "That was your idea,
wasn't it?"
"Aren't you glad you married me?" said Bob enthusiastically. "I'll bet
I'm the only man on this street who can frizzle dried beef and cream it!
And make coffee!"
"Who taught you that, I'd like to know? Give some credit to your wife
who forces you to do it! Here, Bridget! The grapefruit is in the ice
box; did you see it? And the oatmeal in the cooker is waiting to be
reheated. Set it in a kettle of water over the fire, so that it won't
burn. There are rolls in the bread-box. Put them in the oven a minute to
warm up. If they seem dry, dip them quickly in water before heating
them. Now shall I be making some toast-rounds for the chipped beef?"
"Well, you might be doing that. I'm getting dizzy with all these orders,
ma'am. You can hunt up the cream and the milk and the butter, too, if
you will. Now for the beef! Say, but this is going to be a good
breakfast! 'Befoh de wah' I used to sleep late on Sundays, but not any
more for me! I like to cook!"
"There's someone at the door. I'll go; you're busier than I am."
There on the doorstep beside the Sunday paper stood a little
four-year-old neighbor, her hands full of old-fashioned pinks.
"My mother sent these to you," she said.
"Oh, lovely, dear! Thank you! Won't you come in?"
"No'm! My daddy has to shine my shoes for Sunday school."
"Bob, aren't these pretty with the white feathery weeds? I do love
flowers!"
"They don't look half so pretty as this 'ere frizzled beef does!
Breakfast is all ready!"
Bettina sat down to an open-air breakfast of
Grapefruit
Oatmeal Cream
Creamed Beef Toast Rounds
Rolls Butter
Coffee
After a jolly and leisurely meal, Bob announced that he was ready to
wash the dishes.
"Ever since I've seen that nice white-lined dishpan of yours, I've
wanted to try it. It's oval, and I never saw an oval one before."
"I like it because it fits into the sink so well, and fills all the
space it can."
"See how efficient I am! I put on the water for the dishes when we sat
down to eat! Now I'll have nice hot, soapy water, and lots of it, to
rinse them!"
"But don't rinse the glasses, dear. See how I can polish glass and
silver that has just come out of that clean soapy water! Look! Isn't
that shiny and pretty? There, you can scald everything else!"
"There's the telephone! It's Mrs. Dixon! What on earth can she want? She
asked for you!"
Bettina talked for a few moments in monosyllables and then returned to
the dishes. "What did she have to say?" Bob asked.
"She asked me not to tell you, Bob. Nothing much. Perhaps you'll know
some day."
Bob looked puzzled and slightly hurt. It was the first time that Bettina
had kept anything from him and he could not help showing some
displeasure.
Bettina saw this, and said: "Bob, I don't want to have any secret from
you, and I'd like you to know that this is nothing that I wouldn't tell
you gladly if I were the only one concerned. I promised, that's all.
You'll smile when you know all about it."
And Bob was mollified.
BETTINA'S RECIPES
(All measurements are level)
=Oatmeal= (Four portions)
3/4 C-rolled oats
2 C-hot water
1/2 t-salt
Put the hot water in the upper part of the double boiler. When boiling,
add salt and oats. Boil the mixture for three minutes. Cover and place
the upper part in the lower part of the double boiler. Cook over a
moderate fire for one hour. Stir occasionally.
=Creamed Beef= (Four portions)
1/4 lb. diced beef thinly sliced
2 T-butter
2 T-flour
1 C-milk
Place the butter in a frying-pan, and when the pan is hot and the butter
is melted, add the beef separated into small pieces. Allow it to
frizzle. Add the flour, mix thoroughly with beef and butter, allowing
the flour to brown a little. Add the milk slowly, cooking until thick
and smooth. Pour over rounds of toast. Garnish with parsley.