THE FRENCH SOUP KETTLE.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXVII, Issue 18, 4 May 1899, Page 10

THE FRENCH SOUP KETTLE.

Miss Parloa, when in France, remarked that over the fire or on the side next its hearth there is always the never failing soupkettle — a wholesome custom, an economical one, and one which every American woman who discovers it clings to faithfully. A bowl of soup to a hungry chid or to a beggar, a cupful when the mother herself is tired and has a hysterical lump in her throat, that is good sense. When a French housekeeper makes her clear bouillon it is a matter for rule, but into the everyday soup kettle gi.es every scrap of food in perfect condition and unsweetened. A crust of bread, a slice of apple, a bit of cauliflower, a shred of cabbage, a piece of bacon, a couple of chicken wings, one follows the other, day in and day out, until by some unlucky chance it runs dry or discretion suggests a new start.