At Home on the Range

Weekend Guests Without a Weakened Hostess

Or maybe I am just a fool, willing to travel the world in pursuit of magic and exoticism while ignoring more intimate marvels right here at home.

Linoleum on the floor, however, is a never-ending delight. Let it run from wall to wall if possible and pick your design not only for color but, even more important, for its nondirt-showing qualities.

Perhaps the safest advice to budding householders with a thin pocketbook is to halve their budget, buy the best bed and stove they can afford, and raid the family attics for the balance of their furnishings. Don’t rush either purchase, for these important articles, like a husband, should last a lifetime if well selected.

Like the forever unsettled, “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”, that other question “which is more necessary in the house, the bed or the stove?” has almost as much chance of being satisfactorily answered. Granted that the three most important happenings in life, birth, marriage and death, take place in bed; three equally vital occurrences, breakfast, lunch and dinner, daily owe their success to the stove.

Next morning drain the beans, cover them with fresh water, and simmer slowly until a few picked up in a spoon will burst their skins when you blow gently on them. A remarkable direction, I grant, but the only satisfactory method.

For my granddaughter Nancy Root Gilbert who at the age of
five years already has the two prime requisites of a good cook:
A hearty appetite and a sense of humor

sat down to partake of