BREAKFAST DISHES.

Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 259, 25 July 1908, Page 11

BREAKFAST DISHES.

Breakfast is a meal that causes a good deal of worry to most house-keepers (writes "Queen Bee" in. the "Australasian.") There is no doubt that tho grilled chop, or steak, once tho staple dish for the morning meal, is fast being replaced by lighter, more wholesome, and easier-digested feed. In homes, where the new-laid egg is to bo found in plenty, there is no difficulty in preparing light and appetising dishes of many varieties. But of late there has been great difficulty in obtaining this much-appreciated article in its perfect state. Scraps of cold fish left over from dinner, or good tinned fish can be formed into very nice little dishes that aro not much trouble to prepare.

Fish Rissoles.—Any kind of cooked fish, salmon, or'sardines will do for this preparation.' Take about a pound of fish (or half that amount if sardines are to be used), and mince or pound, to a mash. Add a cup of fine breadcrumbs soaked in half a cup of boiling milk, a little butter, pepper, salt, and a grating of nutmeg to taste. If liked a teaspoonful of anchovy sauce may also be added. When well mixed, work 'in ono egg, and then form into small balls. Now dip them into a well-beaten-up egg, and then intg fine, dried breadcrumbs, and 'fry in clear, hot fat that has reached the smoke point. When a nice golden brown, servo on small squares of hot, buttered toast. Grilled Fish. —This, makes a r.i'cc change from tho usual fried variety. Largo or small ones can be prepared in this way; but tho small and medium ones are best. After the fish has been properly cleaned, dry it, and split it down the middlo, so tliat it can bo laid out flat. Cover with a little oiled butter or olive oil, and pepper and sail it to taste. Grill slowly on a clear, but not fierce fire, for five to ten minutos, according to tho size of tho fish. Serve with a little hot, rendered butter. Grilled Ham and Dry Toast.—Take some slices from' tho middle cut of a ham, trim off the rind and rusty parts; cut each slice in half, and grill on a very slow fire fot threo or four minutes, not longer, or it will bo hard. Serve on rounds of dry toast. A poached egg is a very nico accompaniment, served on each slice of ham. ■ Anchovy ■ Toast and Poached Eggs.—Nico crisp, hot slices of toast aro required for this dish. Cut away tho crusts beforo making tho toast, ;so' that there aro no soft outside parts; mix one ounce of anchovy-pasto .with' threo ounces of fresh butter, this will be enough for six slices of toast. If liked hot, a good pincli of cavon.no may lie mixed with tho paste. Spread tho mixture on tho toast, ana place it in tho oven for a minute, and then serve with ono poached egg to each slice. Peppor or salt are not required for tho eggs. '

Tomatoes and Poached Eggs. —Take some large, round, tomatoes, put' them into boiling water for a few. minutos to blister tho skins; peel them, and cut a slice off tho green end of the tomato. With the handle of a teaspoon • scoop out tho seeds. In tho meantime prepare some slices of buttered toast.' Place a tomato on each slice, 'season, with popper and salt, cover with a toaspoonful of fine dried bread-crumbs and a small lump of butter. Put into a .very bot oven in a bak-ing-dish • for fivo minutes; tako out and arrange a nicelyojciuotf qaca no SSa parpnod servo at once; ' " ■

. Grilled Lamb ■ Chops.—For a change, a grilled lamb chop is not to be despised for the morning meal, anc a very good addition to it is a well-grilled or fried rasher of bacon.

" BUNCOED " BY THE BABIES. All the world is fully informed about the ordinary perils of travel in America, burning bridges, derailed trains, colliding tramcars, landslips, tornadoes, and so on ti infinity. But an enterprising Aniorican magazine has unearthed a new danger, before the thought of- which the bravest traveller may well turn pale. Not only is the tourist in .America most likely to return from that energetic country with badly mangled limbs; he or sho may, unless tho Fates'prove kiiid, return also with a stray infant which lias been thrust upon the stranger by its irresponsible happy-go-lucky parents. That this is not a wild statemont is proved (as fax-as a magazino can bo said to provo anything) by quotation of many a specific case, from which a few may be selected. To begin with J.it tells the story of what befell Lieutenant David Van Alcn, U.S.A., whilo travelling through Kentucky some five years ago. Ho had been ordered to proceed with all possible haste to Norfolk, Virginia, and thenco to Panama. At Nazareth, Kentucky he left his train for a moment to take a turn on. the station platform. There ho fell in with an old man who was carrying a baby, and who was accompanied by his wife. "I'm going to ask a favour of you," said the old man. " I'm going to ask you to take this baby with you as far as. Louisvillo. There you will find a woman waiting for it at the station." "What!" cried tho lieutenant, who was a bachelor. "I don't know anything about babies. I don't even know how to hold 'em." " Oh, that's a simple matter;" said the woman. "It's very kind of you; We're very much obliged." Without waiting to argue .the matter fur-, ther, they thrust the infant into his arms and turned away. Just then the train began to start. Ho had to jump aboard with his burden; but he was far from being pleased. The train was scarcely well under way when his oharge broke into wails. He held it on his knee, clucking to it, and wondering what he could do to silence it. There .wasn't a woman in tho car, and the men he appealed to had very vaguo notions of what course he should pursue. "I suppose the' things tako milk at this ago," he mused, " but there isn't, any to bo had. I'm in bad, but it's certainly up to me." Ho bought a ham sandwich for. it from a podlar, and discovered that feoding a sandwich to an "infant without teeth was out of tho question. It was thirty miles to Louisville.' Tho baby shrieked all tho way. _ When the train rolled into tho station tho lieutenant jumped off with his charge with a sigh of relief. He looked around_ the platform. Thero was not a' woman in sight who showed tho slightest sign of expecting tho baby. At last ho appealed to tho conductor. " Not for me," said that official. " They tried to give it to mo beforo they turned it over to you. I'm no foundling institute."

For fifteen minutes the lieutenant rushed around franticaJlv, trying to find somo nno to relievo him of his burdon. Policemen looked at him askanco. They explained that tho city of Louisvillo had enough to do to look afler its own stray babies without taking chavgo of imported ones. "HI bo hanged if I don't drop it on tho platform before I'll- jtako it with mo to.

Panama!" cried the army man. "I'm sick of it." He might do so, said the policeman, if he wished to bo arrested for abandonment. Ho couldn't afford to bo arrested. His train for Norfolk was duo to leavo in a few minutes, and if lie missed it ho would miss his ship. Ho begged and cajoled. 1 At last, just as his train was leaving, along camo a city official who thought tho city might tako tho child, after all, and tlion ono of tho policemen agreed to take chargo of it. Tho lieutenant's train was rolling out of tho station. "Never again!" ho cried as lie jumped aboard. • Honry Arista, a fifteen-year-old 'Williamsburg newsboy, took his troubles moro philosophically. One April day, in 1903, Henry was selling papers in Atlantic Avenue, Brooklyn, when a man and a woman put a baby into his arms and asked him to hold it for a minute. Ho saw possibilities of a reward, and accepted tho task cheerfully. But tho couple failed to retufn. After an nour had passed, Henry decided that they were never coming back, for he had heard of such cases before. Whilo ho was wondering what he should do with his chargd* the baby looked up into his face and laughed. That laugh settled the matter. The baby had reached his heart. "I ain't got no home," he mused, " but I'd kind of like to have a little kid of me own, and hero's me chance. I guess it'd rather have me for its father than to be nothin' but a foundlin'." The boy invested half his pennies in a nursing-bottle and some milk. He kept tho baby in. his arms all the rest of tho day while ho sold his papers; and when night camo on, he crept into a hall-way with the chil'd and went to sleep. Tor five days lie stuck to his chaTge; then he gave up in despair. It had become too much of a burden. Its howls were getting on his nerves. Ho trudged with it to tho nearest police-station. " I've lugged this kid around fer five days," he told the sergeant, " and I can't stand it no longer. I wus goin' to adopt it, but it's too big a job for' me. I ain't got no home. I sleops in. hall-ways, and I takes mo grub when I get it. Besides, tho other fellers keep askin' mo whore I got de kid, and pokes jokes at me. I guess you'll have to take him, saTge." Then Henry's baby became a ward of tho city.

John Rogers, of Now York, a kind-hearted and sympathetic man, was'eijoying'a cool breeze in Central Park one Juno evening in 1907. Near Ono Hundredth Street two young women ran up to him, followed by a small boy. " Oh, the poor little squirrel! cried ono of them, who held a baby in her arms. "Wo

just noticed it near this clump of bushes. Its head was bleeding. Will you hold my baby while we find it?" " Certainly, madam, certainly," said 1 Mr. Rogers. He took the baby in his arms, and the young • women; and the boy ran_ behind the bushes. He never saw them again. For two and a half hours he paced up and down with his charge; while. tho infant's yells roused, the sleeping birds. Then a great light camo to him. Tho mother was never coming back. Ho persuaded a policeman to take tho baby at last, and went home mopping his brow. But thero are a . good many other ways of disposing of a baby. A coupe .stopped at the door of Charles B. Cryer's crockery-store in Detroit a year ago, and out of it stepped a woman carrying a large band-box tied with ribbons. Carrying" it carefully, she entered the store. "Mr. Cryer," she said to the proprietor, " will you please take this bos home to your wiio?" Mr. Cryer thanked her effusively. Ho thought there were flowers inside, for his wife had been sick and had received many gifts of flowers from her friends. The woman drove away, arid Mr. Cryer carried the box to his home. On the way it occurred to him that it was pretty , heavy if there were only flowers inside.

He presented-the bos to his wife,, and stood beside her while she untied the ribbons. In the box was a four-weeks-old girl, fast asleep. Pinned to its clothing was a note asking them to keep it. As they had no children of their own, they decided to adopt the baby. . In 1'904 when Lord Nortbeote became Go-vernor-General of Australia, his wife, who was to preside over Australia's social destinies, naturally came in for her share of the world's attention. Tho English newspapers recalled that half a century earlier a homeless mite had boon left at the door of George Stephen's home in' Montreal. Tho Stephens took a fancy to. the waif, a pretty, bluooved girl, and adopted ber. Years later Stephen became president of the Canadian Pacific Railroad and afterwards Lord Mount Stophen, one of the two peers of Canada. The little waif he had adopted became, in course of time, Lady Northcoto, Lady of tho Imperial Order of the Crown of India. According to tho Spanish law, children between 10 and 14 years of ago .may not work moro than sis hours a day in factories, nor moro than eight hours in offices. Now a new decree has boen made, by which boys under 16 and women under 25 aro forbidden to work in certain trades dangerous to hoalth, such as chemical and glass works, the manufacture of celluloid, ether, aud explosives, and the handling of lead or arsenic colours.