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Poetic Recipe for Salad

The Rev. Sydney is sprinkled over, about 6 large tablespoon- Smith's recipe. "Two large potatoes, pass'd through kitchen sieve, Smoothness and softness to the salad give:

Of mordant mustard add a single spoon, Distrust the condiment that bites too soon; But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault, To add a double quantity of salt:

Four times the spoon with oil of Lucca crown, And twice with vinegar procured from 'town;' True flavour needs it, and your poet begs, The pounded yellow of two well-boil'd eggs.

Let onion's atoms lurk within the bowl, And, scarce suspected, animate the whole And, lastly, in the flavour'd compound toss A magic spoonful of anchovy sauce.

Oh! great and glorious and herbaceous treat, 'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat.

Back to the world he'd turn his weary soul, And plunge his fingers in the salad-bowl."

For the Modern Kitchen

The verse is a dressing recipe with all its proportions intact, counted out in spoonfuls. The scrambled words at the top ("is sprinkled over, about 6 large tablespoon-") are stray type from a neighbouring entry, not part of the poem.

A Little History

The lines are by Sydney Smith (1771-1845), the Anglican clergyman, founder of the Edinburgh Review and one of the most quoted wits of his generation, who ended his career as a canon of St Paul's. His salad verses circulated in letters and memoirs and were reprinted so often in Victorian and Edwardian cookery books that they became a fixture of the salad chapter, appearing under headings like this one long after most readers had forgotten who he was. The sieved potato here does the binding work that mayonnaise or bottled salad cream would later do. The joke about the dying anchorite abandoning his cell for the salad-bowl is what kept the poem in print, but the recipe underneath it is workable, and the warning about mustard that bites too soon is genuinely good advice.

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