ABSTRACT
The sun may shine, wild winds may blow, but every evening brings with it the happy dinner hour. Let an autumn dinner then be created! Dainty, as all art must be, with that elegance and distinction and individuality without which the masterpiece is not. Strike the personal note; forswear commonplace. The glorious, unexpected overture shall be soupe aux moules. In turbot au gratin, the ecstatic possibilities are by no means limited. In a chaste silver dish, make a pretty wall of potatoes, which have been beaten to flour, enlivened with pepper and salt, enriched with butter and cream, cream thick and fresh and altogether adorable-seasoned with Parmesan cheese and left on the stove for ten minutes, neither more nor less. A dash of orange-flower water, redolent of the graceful days that are no more, another of wine from Andalusian vineyards, and the sensation may be secured.
