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COOKERY.
THE QUICKEST WAY FOR A Tête de Veau, Couronnée.
Take a sect, no matter what,
Throw the doctrines in your pot,
Stirring as it may require,
On the very slowest fire,
Till it dance and sing a little,—
Boiling over not a tittle!
Throw the doctrines in your pot,
Stirring as it may require,
On the very slowest fire,
Till it dance and sing a little,—
Boiling over not a tittle!
Put in pepper for a savour;
Butter next, to smooth the flavour;
Add, with well-dried slips of sage,
Whate'er sauce may be ‘the rage.’
Choose neat mould, and fill the same:—
You've cooked yourself a Poet's Fame!
Butter next, to smooth the flavour;
Add, with well-dried slips of sage,
Whate'er sauce may be ‘the rage.’
Choose neat mould, and fill the same:—
You've cooked yourself a Poet's Fame!
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