From the Mobile Herald.
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ECIPE FOR. MAKING BUCKWHEAT CAKES
Do, dear james, mix up the cakes,
Just one quart of meal it takes;
Pour the water in the pot,
Be careful it is not too hot, .
Sft the meal we'll through your hand;
Thicken well-don't let it stand;
Stir it uick-clash-clatter-
Oh, what light delicious batter.
Now listen to the next commando
On the dresser let it stand
Just three quarters of an hour.
To feel the gently rising power
Of fpowders- into yeast,
To tighten we'll this precious feast
See-now 1t rises to the brim,
Quick, take the ladle, dip it in.
So-let it rest, until the fire
The griddle heats, as you desire.
Be careful that the Goals are glowing,
No smoke around its white curls throwing.
Apply the suet softly, lightly,
The griddle's black face shines more brightly;
Now pour the batter on-decious!
Don't, dear James, think me officious,
But lift the tender edges slightly
Now turn it over, quickly, sprghtly;
'Tis done-now on the white plate place it,
And to the breakfast room convey
Smoking hot-with butter spread,
IT'S quite enough to turn our head.
Now have eaten-thank the farmer
That grows this luscious mealy charmer;
Yes, thanks to all, the cook that bakes
These light, delicious buckwheat cakes.