Jasper County Democrat, Volume 3, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 November 1900 — BUCKWHEAT CAKES AN’ SASSIGE GRAVY. [ARTICLE]

BUCKWHEAT CAKES AN’ SASSIGE GRAVY.

Of n when we git to dreaming o’ the happy days o’ yore When our lifeboat was a Boating out from beyhood’s golden shore, Treasnres that were half-forgotten come a sailin' into sight. Startin’ all the soul to dancin’ to the must: o’ delight! An’ there isn't one among ’em puts a yearnin' the breast Fur another joyous season in the sacred 01. home nest Like them fragrant, smokin'jewels, diff’rent from the modern fake. Buckwheat cakes an’ sassige gravy like our mother used to make! Usedto git up i n the mornin' clus agin the break o’ day. When the East was full o’ color that’d take the breath away. Hustle out an git to chorin’, working up a appetite • 5 That’d throw a streak o’ glory into every luscious bite! , ' Take a wash in that tin basin on the bench out in the yard Underneath the ol’mulberry by the hand of ages scarred. Then sit down forenenst a banket out o' sight an’ no mistake— Buckwheat cakes an sassige gravy—sort our mother used to make! L’seatooft star dan’ watch her beat the batter in tlie crock. ‘Cornin'! Cornin’! Cornin'! Cornin'!” was the way she’d make it talk; See her grease the smokin' giiddie with a piece o’ bacon skin. Then pour on the brownish batter with a dipper made o’tin. There ’t'd lay with holes a breakin' out like measles from the top. Till she'd loosen it an’ turn it withan ol’ case knife, ’ kerflop!’’ Oh! there ain't a modern angel top o' all the earth kin bake Buckwheat cakes an sassige gravy like our mother used to make! Eppycures may chin till doomsday o’ the —toney styles o’ food. Modern chefs may work bn dishes that a god 'd think was good. Fancy printed menu programs in the taverns an’ cafays May be full o’ kitchen triumphs that’d win i a angel's praise. But if they should spread a banket that’d l make a god rejoice Side o' that ol' kitchen table an' tell us take our choice. You would see no hesitation in our action as we'd take Buckwheat cakes an sassige gravy like our mother used to make! —Denver Post.