This is the "final edition" of the famous recipe (in verse and prose) given by the author to a friend two years before his head:-
Two large potatoes passed through a kitchen sieve
Unwonted softness to he salad give:
Of mordant mustard add a single spoon:
Distrust the condiment which bites so soon
But deem it not, though man of herbs, a fault,
To add a double quantity of salt.
Three times the spoon with oil of Lucca crown
And once with vinegar, procured from town:
True flavour needs it, and your poet begs
The pounded yellow of tow hard-boiled eggs:
Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl
And scarce suspected, animate the whole:
And lastly, on the flavoured compound toss
A magic teaspoon of anchovy sauce:
Then through green turtle fail, though venison's tough,
And ham and turkey are not boiled enough
Serenely full, the Epicure may say-
Fate cannot harm me- I have dined to-day.
A winter salad (in prose)
Two well boiled potatoes, passed through a sieve : a teaspoonsful of mustard : two teaspoonfuls of salt : One of essence of Anchovy : about a quarter of a teaspoonful of a very finely chopped onion, well brushed into the mixture : three tablespoonfuls of oil : one of vinegar : the yolks of two hard boiled eggs. Stir up the salad thoroughly immediately before serving.
Readers note: The recipe, as well be seen, is for a salad dressing. The ingredients should be blended in a large salad bowl, the salad stuff- lettuce, beetroot, etc.- puled on top and then, just before serving, the whole well stirred in the French fashion, with spoon and fork of wood, glass or horn.
Answers recieved from H.P., London, N.W.6; M.C.,Bramball; K.M.L., Barnes, and others.
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