Jasper County Democrat, Volume 4, Number 48, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 March 1902 — BUCKWHEAT CAKES. [ARTICLE]

BUCKWHEAT CAKES.

O. there's nothin’ in culinary art that brought the joy, Ez the buckwheat cakes we used to masticate when but a boy, With a slice o’ ham to start on, an’ the gravy, rich an’ brown, To kind o’ sort o’ lubricate yer throat ez they slipped down. Au' the jug of maple sirup right beside yer plate the while. You wuz jest the most delighted kind o’ genus juvenile, Ez each rnornin’ at the table you would alius undertake To keep yer mother busy turnin' out the buckwheat cake. There s a liiera'ry lingers 'round the buckwheat cake, ez, in your mind. You turn from all your troubles, an’ the everlustiu' grind Of bizness cares, that agitate yer thoughts from day to day, An’ you kind o’ sort o’ linger ’round the scene that's far away; ’Tis a crispy, snappy mornin,’ an' the sun is jest iu sight, Au’ the fallen snowflakes sparkle like a million diamonds bright, Ez a call comes up the stairway: “Say, you. Bill, for massy sakes, Git up an' come to breakfas' if you want some buckw heat cakes I” Au you hustle out o' bed, an’ in your dry goods purty quick. Lest yer dad makes his appearance with a springy, seasoned stick An you scoot down stairs a-flyin,' an’ you sousle off yer face, An' slide down to the table jest ez dad hez finished grace, An'yer sister pours the coffee, an' you help yourself to cream, While you wait iu great impatience, but in ecstacy supreme, Ez yer mother, with a smile upon her face, perceeds to make That appetizin’, stomach-fillin’, crispy buckwheat cake. ' —Boston Globp.