The ginger-colored barber got the run of
them before the dinner was over and got badly stuck, so Judy says.
That's what made him make the mistake.
I had planned to have a lot of strange food and had ordered some things
up from a caterer in the city, but I telephoned the express man not to
deliver them until the next day, even if they did spoil. How could I use
soft shelled crabs when Mrs. Wade had sent me word that she was going to
bake some brook trout by a recipe of the judge's grandmother's? Mrs.
Hampton Buford had let me know about two fat little summer turkeys she
was going to stuff with corn-pone and green sage, and _fillet
mignon_ seemed foolish eating beside them. But when the little bit of
a baby pig, roasted whole with an apple in its mouth, looking too frisky
and innocent for worlds with his little baked tail curled up in the air,
arrived from Mrs. Caruthers Cain, I went out into the garden and laughed
at the idea of having spent money for lobsters, to be shipped alive and
to be served broiled in their own shells.
When I got back in the kitchen things were well under way, everything
smelling grand, and Aunt Bettie in full swing matching up my dinner
guests.
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