CARVING PORK AND HAM.

Hawera Star, Volume XLVII, 31 December 1927, Page 15

CARVING PORK AND HAM.

HINTS ON SERVING. The methods of carving ham vary with the way it is to be served. If the ham is not to be brought whole to the table, the simplest and most economical way to carve it is to begin at the end and out in thin slices, on each side of the bone. If the ham is to l>e carved at table, and if the desire is to serve the choice portions at once, an incision is made through the thickest part, a little way from the small end. The ham is then shaved off in very thin slices. The knife must be very sharp to make a thin slice. .

Each side should be served. with a portion of the fat with its crisp crust. This method is the same as that for carving a leg of lamb, except that the slices of lamb are cut thicker.' A pork shoulder, honed and filled with bread dressing, should have the opening sewed securely, and it is well to afterwards tie the roast into a compact roll, a.s this will. make it much easier for the carver. If these preliminary precautions are. taken, it will not be difficult to carve the roast down through the meat and l the dressing in neat slices. Boiled ham is carved like steak in narrow pieces across the slice, the width of the slice depending upon the number to l>e served; it is better to serve each person with two pieces, or plan on a .second helping. The backbone of the loin of pork should lie cut at each rib before the loin is roasted,.. If this is properly done, it is quite simple to and even chopA, " \ . Hi ■

■ Utoiv SHOT AFTER.. ■ : 4 $ DRAMATIC DEATH STRUGGLE. ■piilaSTCE Youssoupoff, in a bool; publishocl ill London recently tells a remarkable story of the assassination of Gregori Rasputin, the evil genius of Russia in the last (lays of the monarchy. The Prince relates how he lured Rasputin to his house and caught him bv the throat. After a struggle Rasputin leapt into the courtyard, where he fell shat (lead. The book is entitled: “Rasputin: Malignant Influence and Assassin tion, ” and it records with a wealth i detail the plans Prince Yoitssoupoff am his friends made for delivering ■Jjgf • sia from her most enemy. For several p ril worked to gain Rasputijp, s At last he invited hdg|r tQ vigit } house. Rasputin jgg£; etl to come midnight on Dcc^fl^ bcr I(s> lftl6< “By 11 the narrative coi tinues, ‘ was ready. Tl: samovar a*^ od on t h e table, with var ous eak|» and sweetmeats for whic had a great liking. ! On one c wa s a tray with win< glasses. I drew from the cupboar . a box containing poison, and took froi the table a plate of cakes; there wei six. three with chocolate and thrc with almond icing. “Dr. Lazovert put on rubber glov< and took out the crystals of cyanide ( potassium. lie .crushed them, and haing removed the upper layers from tl chocolate cakes, sprinkled each of the with a strong dose of poison, afte wards replacing the tops. All that no remained to be done was to shake son powdered crystals • into the wii glasses. . . The l total amount 1 poison applied was enormous; tl doctor assured me that the dose wi many times stronger than would be r quired to cause death.” IMPERVIOUS TO POISON.

Rasputin arrived. The Fringe took him into a dining-room which he had improvised in the cellar of his house. “He exhausted his ordinary topics after a time,” the writer continues, “and asked for some tea. I poured him out a cup, and pushed a plate of biscuits toward him. Why I offered him the biscuits which were not poisoned, I cannot explain. It was only some time afterwards that I took the plate of poisoned eako.s and passed them to him. lip declined them at first. Ilowr ever, ho soon took one, then a second. Without moving a muscle, I watched him take them and eat them, one after another. The cyanide should have taken immediate effect; but to my utter amazement he continued to converse with me as if he were none the worse for them.”

Then Rasputin had some of the poisoned wine. “I stood in front of him and followed each movement he. made, expecting every moment to be his last. But h c drank slowly, taking small sips ar. a time just as if he had been a connoisseur. He got up, and moved about the room. . . . Time passed.

The hands of the clock pointed to halfpost two. This nightmare had lasted over, two hours. ‘ What, will happen if my nerves don’t hold out.” I wondered. ’ ’

At last this man, who had swallowed an enormous dose of the most deadly poison, suggested that they should go to a night club. REVOLVER AT CLOSE LANCE. "But. what amazed me most,’’ the Trinec records, "was tnat, in spite of his instinctive knowledge and insight, he should now be so utterly unconscious •of his approaching end. How could his sharp eyes fail to observe that elenelied in my hand behind my back was a revolver which in an instant would be aimed at him? f Grigori Efimovich, you had better look at the crucifix and say a prayer before it/ I said. I saw a new and unfamiliar expression in his eyes, a touch of gentleness and submission. Hi* came right, up to me, looking me full in. the face.

"God give me strength to end it all,” I though, and I slowly brought the resolver from behind my back. Rasputin was still standing motionless before mo, his head turned to the right, and his eyes on the erucifix. There was a roar as from a wild beast, and Rasputin fell heavily backwards

on the bearskin rug. . . . We examined the wound. The bullet had passed through the region of the heart. There could be no doubt about it. He was dead.”

As a matter of fact, Rasputin was not dead, and haif-an-hour later "The incredible happened. With a violent movement Rasputin jumped to his feet. Tlie room resounded with a wild roar. Ilis fingers grasped my shoulder and tried to grip me by the throat. And in a hoarse whisper he constantly repeated my name. L cannot express the fear which possessed me. I tried to rear myself away, but his iron clutch, heljl me with incredible strength. . £*g

With a supreme effort I tore myselffree. I rushed upstairs. "Rasputin, on all fours, was rapidly making his way up the staircase, bellowing and snorting like a wounded animal. 'Suddenly he gathered himself up and made a final leap toward the wicket-door, leading towards the courtyard. The wicket-door opened, and Rasputin vanished into the darkness. Two shots rang out, resounding all over the vard. ... A third shot rang

out, and a fourth. .. . Rasputin stumbled and fell near a snow heap.”