Poetic Recipe for Salad

The Book of Household Management · Beeton, Mrs. (Isabella Mary) · 1861

Source: The Book of Household Management
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Ingredients (15)

Salad Dressing Ingredients

1 egg ↝ Eggs, Grade A, Large, egg whole [Dairy and Egg Products]
1 teaspoonful of salad oil ↝ Oil, sesame, salad or cooking [Fats and Oils]
1 teaspoonful of mixed mustard ↝ Mustard greens, raw [Vegetables and Vegetable Products]
1/4 teaspoonful of salt ↝ Salt, table, iodized [Spices and Herbs]
1/2 teaspoonful of pounded sugar ↝ Sugar, NFS [Sugars and honey]
2 tablespoonfuls of vinegar ↝ Vinegar [Mustard and other condiments]
6 tablespoonfuls of cream ↝ Cream, whipped [Cream cheese, sour cream, whipped cream]

Poetic Salad Ingredients

Two large potatoes, pass'd through kitchen sieve ↝ Potatoes, raw, skin [Vegetables and Vegetable Products]
Of mordent mustard add a single spoon ↝ Mustard greens, raw [Vegetables and Vegetable Products]
To add a double quantity of salt ↝ Salt, table, iodized [Spices and Herbs]
Four times the spoon with oil of Lucca crown
And twice with vinegar procured from 'town ↝ Vinegar [Mustard and other condiments]
The pounded yellow of two well-boil'd eggs ↝ Eggs, Grade A, Large, egg whole [Dairy and Egg Products]
Let onion's atoms lurk within the bowl ↝ Onions, raw [Vegetables and Vegetable Products]
A magic spoonful of anchovy sauce

Instructions (8)

Prepare and mix the ingredients by the preceding recipe, and be very particular that the whole is well stirred.
Two large potatoes, pass'd through kitchen sieve, Smoothness and softness to the salad give:
Of mordent mustard add a single spoon, Distrust the condiment that bites too soon;
But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault. To add a double quantity of salt:
Four times the spoon with oil of Lucca crown, And twice with vinegar procured from 'town;
True flavour needs it, and your poet begs, The pounded yellow of two well-boil'd eggs.
Let onion's atoms lurk within the bowl, And, scarce suspected, animate the whole;
And, lastly, in the flavour'd compound toss A magic spoonful of anchovy sauce.

Original Text

III.

508. INGREDIENTS.—1 egg, 1 teaspoonful of salad oil, 1 teaspoonful of mixed mustard, 1/4 teaspoonful of salt, 1/2 teaspoonful of pounded sugar, 2 tablespoonfuls of vinegar, 6 tablespoonfuls of cream.

Mode.—Prepare and mix the ingredients by the preceding recipe, and be very particular that the whole is well stirred.

Note.—In making salads, the vegetables, &c., should never be added to the sauce very long before they are wanted for table; the dressing, however, may always be prepared some hours before required. Where salads are much in request, it is a good plan to bottle off sufficient dressing for a few days' consumption, as, thereby, much time and trouble are saved. If kept in a cool place, it will remain good for 4 or 5 days.

POETIC RECIPE FOR SALAD.—The Rev. Sydney Smith, the witty canon of St. Paul's, who thought that an enjoyment of the good things of this earth was compatible with aspirations for things higher, wrote the following excellent recipe for salad, which we should advise our readers not to pass by without a trial, when the hot weather invites to a dish of cold lamb. May they find the flavour equal to the rhyme.—

      "Two large potatoes, pass'd through kitchen sieve,       Smoothness and softness to the salad give:       Of mordent mustard add a single spoon,       Distrust the condiment that bites too soon;       But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault.       To add a double quantity of salt:       Four times the spoon with oil of Lucca crown,       And twice with vinegar procured from 'town;       True flavour needs it, and your poet begs,       The pounded yellow of two well-boil'd eggs.       Let onion's atoms lurk within the bowl,       And, scarce suspected, animate the whole;       And, lastly, in the flavour'd compound toss       A magic spoonful of anchovy sauce.       Oh! great and glorious, and herbaceous treat,       'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat.       Back to the world he'd turn his weary soul,       And plunge his fingers in the salad-bowl."

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