  If you wish to learn to cook, buy Flint Hills’ Cook Book, And read it every day and night, Then study every dish, from mutton down to fish And learn to make it tempting to the sight; Be careful with your dough, and roll it very slow, O, have it just the proper size. Have an eye upon your spice; oh, cook it brown and nice, And then you’ll carry off the winning prize. You get a little flour, a lemon very tart, A handful of raisins with a clove, You put it in a bag, or any other rag. A nice bright fire in the stove; A little milk and egg, molasses just a dreg, A drop or two of rum that’s nice; You’d better watch the clock, don’t have it like a rock, This pudding that is mixed with spice. Abbie Mac Flinn. |
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