BOB MAKES POP-OVERS
BETTINA was busily setting the table in the dining-room when Bob
appeared.
"Oh, Bettina," said he in a disappointed tone, "why not eat in the
breakfast alcove? I'd like to show MacGregor how much fun we have every
morning."
"Won't he think we're being too informal?"
"I want him to think us informal. The trouble with him is that he
doesn't know that any simple brand of happiness exists. His life is too
complex. Of course we're not exactly primitive--with our electric
percolator and toaster----"
"Sorry, Bob, but you can't use the toaster this morning; I'm about to
stir up some pop-overs."
"Well, I'll forgive you for taking away my toy, inasmuch as I do like
pop-overs. Let me help you with them, Bettina; this is one place where
you can use my strong right arm."
"Yes, indeed I can, Bob. I'll never forget those splendid pop-overs that
you made the first time you ever tried. They look simple, but not very
many people can make good ones. The secret of it is all in the beating,"
said she, as she stirred up the smooth paste, "and then in having the
gem pans and the oven very hot."
"Well, these'll be good ones then," said Bob, as he set about his task.
"You light the oven, Betty, and put the gem pans in it, and then before
you have changed things from the dining-room to the alcove, I'll have
these pop-overs popping away just as they ought to do!"
The percolator was bubbling and the pop-overs were nearly done when they
heard Mr. MacGregor's step. "He's exactly on time," chuckled Bob.
"That's the kind of a methodical fellow he is in everything."
"Well, there's no time when promptness is more appreciated than at
meal-time," said Betty, decidedly. "I like him."
"Come on out here!" called Bob, cheerfully. "This is the place in which
we begin the day! We'll show you the kind of a breakfast that'll put
some romance into your staid old head. I made the pop-overs myself, and
I know they're the best you ever saw--likewise the biggest--and they'll
soon be the best you've ever eaten!"
When Bob had finished removing the pop-overs from their pans, the two
men took their places at the table to the merry tune of the sizzling
bacon Bettina was broiling.
"I never entertained a stranger so informally before," said she.
"And I was never such a comfortable guest as I am at this minute," said
Mr. MacGregor, looking down at his breakfast, which consisted of:
Grapefruit
Oatmeal
Bacon Pop-Overs
Coffee
BETTINA'S RECIPES
(All measurements are level)
=Pop-Overs= (Eight)
1 C-flour
1 C-milk
1/2 t-salt
1 egg, beaten well
Add the milk slowly to the flour and salt, stirring constantly, until a
smooth paste is formed. Beat and add the remainder of the milk, and the
egg. Beat vigorously for three minutes. Fill very hot gem pans
three-fourths full. Bake thirty minutes in a hot oven. They are done
when they have "popped" at least twice their size, and when they slip
easily out of the pan. Iron pans are the best.
_MARCH._
_Weary are we of our winter-time fare;
Hasten, O Springtime, elusive and arch!
Bring us your dainties; our cupboards are bare!
Pity us, starved by tyrannical March!_
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