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The Project Gutenberg eBook of Food and Flavor: A Gastronomic Guide to Health and Good Living This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook. Title: Food and Flavor: A Gastronomic Guide to Health and Good Living Author: Henry T. Finck Illustrator: Charles Shepard Chapman Release date: March 31, 2020 [eBook #61719] Most recently updated: October 17, 2024 Language: English Other information and formats: www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/61719 Credits: Produced by Karin Spence, Turgut Dincer and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FOOD AND FLAVOR: A GASTRONOMIC GUIDE TO HEALTH AND GOOD LIVING *** FOOD AND FLAVOR FOOD AND FLAVOR A GASTRONOMIC GUIDE TO HEALTH AND GOOD LIVING BY HENRY T. FINCK "_The destiny of nations depends upon what and how they eat._" _Brillat-Savarin._ [Illustration: Illustrated by Charles S. Chapman] NEW YORK--THE CENTURY CO. 1913 Copyright, 1913, by THE CENTURY CO. _Published, April, 1913_ TO LUTHER BURBANK AND HARVEY W. WILEY THE TWO MEN WHO HAVE DONE MOST TO MAKE OUR DAILY FOOD PALATABLE AND HONEST CONTENTS PAGE I UNGASTRONOMIC AMERICA 3 Mark Twain's Patriotic Palate--Food Missionaries in the Far West--Are Women to Blame?--The Danger in our Food--Why the Candy was not Eaten--Dr. Wiley's Poison Squad--Condiments versus Chemical Preservatives--Scotched, not Killed. II VITAL IMPORTANCE OF FLAVOR 40 Sensual indulgence as a duty--Gladstone and Fletcher--The harm done by soft Foods--Epicurean delights from plain Food--How flavor helps the Stomach--An Amazing Blunder--A new Psychology of Eating. III OUR DENATURED FOODS 65 Foul Fowl--The French way versus the American--Why do we Eat Poultry?--Is cold storage a Blessing?--Spoiling the American Oyster--"Smoked" ham, bacon and fish--Flavor in Butter--Sweet Butter versus Salt. IV THE SCIENCE OF SAVORY COOKING 117 Desirable raw foods--Flavor as the guiding principle--The Philosophy of soup-making and eating--Wherein lies the value of vegetables?--Broiling, roasting, baking, frying--Combining the flavors of meats and vegetables--Savory food for everybody--Meat-eating of the future--The folly of vegetarianism--When to use condiments and sauces--Cook books. V A NOBLE ART 152 The social caste of cooks--Royalty in the kitchen--Rossini, Carême and Paderewski--Looking down on others--Does cooking Pay? VI THE FUTURE OF COOKING 171 School girls like it--Boys and soldiers as cooks--Traveling cooking schools--English school dinners--Progress in America--Teaching the art of eating--Real epicurism is economical--Fireless cookers--Private versus community kitchens--Scientific electric cooking--Importance of variety in foods. VII FRENCH SUPREMACY 210 Kitchen alchemy--Seven hundred soups--Savory sauces--Profitable poules de Brese--Digestive value of sour salads--Escarole, tomatoes, artichokes, alligator pears--Vegetables as a separate course--Paris restaurants--Russian and American influences--Provincial local flavors--The world's greatest market places--Model market gardens--Mushrooms and truffles--Training trees for fancy fruits--Bread crust versus crumb--How the best butter is made--Cheese as an appetizer. VIII EPICUREAN ITALY 309 The cradle of modern cookery--Olive oil and Sardines--Fried fish and fritto misto--Macaroni, the real staff of life--Cooked cheese in place of meat--Birds, tomato paste and garlic. IX GERMAN AND AUSTRIAN DELICACIES 339 A cosmopolitan cuisine--Delicatessen stores--Sausages and smoked ham--Live fish brought to the kitchen--Game and Geese--In a Berlin market--Vienna bread and Hungarian flour--German menus on sea and land--German, Swiss and Dutch cheeses. X BRITISH SPECIALTIES 394 Thackeray's little sermon--Dr. Johnson and Samuel Pepys--The Roast beef of old England--Southdown mutton--Wiltshire bacon--Fair play for pigs--Grouse and grilled sole--Covent Garden market scenes--Marmalades, jams and breakfasts--Restaurants, cakes, and plum pudding. XI GASTRONOMIC AMERICA 452 Sweet corn and corn bread--Griddle cakes and maple syrup--Apple pie and cranberries--Turkeys, guinea fowl and game--Lobsters, scallops, crabs, and fishes--Vegetables steadily gaining ground--The fruit-eaters' paradise Governmental gastronomy--Burbank's new fruits and vegetables. XII COMMERCIAL VALUE OF FLAVOR 522 Palatability decides permanence--Eating with the eyes--School girls as pure food experts--Pennywise dealers and pineapples--Successful peach-growers--Fortunes from bananas and oranges--Melons, honey and flavoring extracts--Opportunities for women--Feeding flavor into food--Farmers, middlemen, and parcel post. XIII GASTRONOMIC VALUE OF ODORS 559 Sweet, sour, salt and bitter--A comedy of errors--How flavor differs from fragrance--Important functions of the nose--Educating the sense of smell--Coffee, tea and temperance. INDEX 583 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE Fred Harvey 6 A Matter for the Health Department 20 Harvey W. Wiley 26 The Old-fashioned Way 29 Horace Fletcher 46 A French Chef's Culinary Alchemy 54 An American Quick-Lunch 57 How they do it in France 75 Where Smoked Hams were Suspended from the Rafters 98 Before Breakfast in the Garden 119 Chafing Dish Cooking 149 A fifteenth-century Kitchen in France 162 Cooking Class at the Wadleigh High School 172 Fireless Cooking in Hawaii 193 The Tour d'Argent and Frederic Delair 217 Carême 218 Boeuf à la Mode 246 Coming to Market, Brittany 263 The World's Greatest Market Place 268 Paris Market Porters 271 Halles Centrales 273 A bit of the great Paris market 276 Macaroni Drying 322 Deer in German Forest 369 Menus on a German Steamer 382-384 The Boar 420 "Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese" 446 London Bill of Fare 448-449 The Sugar Bush 465 Brillat-Savarin 474 New York down town Lunch Menu 484-485 Luther Burbank 510 Burbank's Spineless Cactus 518 Chinese Canal 556 Javanese Tea-Picker and Porter 578 PREFACE: A BOOK FOR EVERYBODY It is not often that an author is so fortunate as to have a subject which is of vital importance to everybody, without exception. Everybody eats, and everybody wants to enjoy his meals; yet few know how to get the most benefit and pleasure out of them. The French are far ahead of us in this respect; they are a nation of gastronomers, understanding fully the importance to health and happiness of raising only the best foodstuffs, cooking them in savory ways and eating them with intelligence and pleasure. One of the main objects of the present volume is to show that we have the material for the making of an even more gastronomic nation than the French are, and that Americans, especially if caught young, can be taught to eat in a leisurely way and to refuse to accept anything that lacks appetizing flavor. Flavor! In that word lies the key to the whole food problem. Undoubtedly the nourishing property of food is also of importance; without it we could not live. Yet, as Luther Burbank has keenly remarked, if we eliminate palatability (that is, flavor) from food, it is no more than a medicine, "to be taken because it produces certain necessary results." Moreover, a little of this medicine goes a great way. Horace Fletcher lived for years on eleven cents a day; and two university professors--Dr. J. L. Henderson of Harvard and Dr. Graham Lusk of Cornell--have demonstrated, independently, that a dime a day, intelligently expended, is enough to keep body and soul together. What more we spend on food--and we probably average five times that amount--goes chiefly for flavor. It is the flavor that makes us willing to pay more for good butter than for good oleomargarine, for fresh chicken than for cold storage fowl, for Virginia ham than for ordinary ham, and so on throughout the list of foods; for there is no difference in nutritive value in any of these cases. This being so, it seems passing strange that while so many good books have been written on the nutritive aspects of foods, mine is the first volume in any language treating specially of this same flavor, on which we spend so much of our income, and which is so important to our health. The explanation lies in the fact that flavor is generally looked upon as something merely agreeable--like the fragrance of strawberries, or the vanilla extract we put into ice cream--but of no vital importance. It was this misunderstanding that prevented me from keeping the title "Flavor in Food" which I had intended to use. At a conference with the publishers we decided that (since, after all, the book also discusses many other aspects of the food question), it would be wiser to use the title "Food and Flavor." Nevertheless, Flavor (with a big "F" to emphasize its importance) is the principal theme, and the most important chapters are the second and the last in which I discuss its superlative value, not only as the source of countless wholesome pleasures of the table, but as a guide to health. The gist of the book lies in the sections "An Amazing Blunder" and "A New Psychology of Eating," in which I have shown that we need flavor as much as we need food if we wish to be well; for food without flavor is not appetizing; and when food is not appetizing it lies in the stomach like lead and causes dyspepsia, the national American plague. The final chapter considers the important difference between appetizing flavor and mere fragrance, the neglect of which has created no end of confusion and done so much harm. In the pages concerned with "Ungastronomic America" and "Our Denatured Foods," I have dwelt on some of the evils which have resulted from the giving up of the old-fashioned condiments (especially woodsmoke) in favor of the much cheaper chemical preservatives which denature our food, that is, destroy its appetizing flavor, and give rise to countless adulterations and deceptions. It was not with any "muck-raking" intentions that these pages were written, but merely to increase the present wholesome discontent and pave the way for better things by making it clear to all what those better things are, and indicating ways of thwarting the unscrupulous adulterators and dealers. There is need of a good deal of hard fighting, for there are in many towns health officers who thrive on "graft" as well as wealthy manufacturers of undesirable preservatives who prevent the passage or enforcement of pure food laws; yet I believe the time is not very far distant when these two chapters will have little more than a historic interest. Pending that time, _caveat emptor_--let the buyer beware. The rest of the book is mainly constructive, and under the head of "Gastronomic America" I have tried to paint a glowing picture not only of present pleasures of the palate but of keener ones to come, thanks to Luther Burbank and other educators of fruits and vegetables. Among these educators are the specialists of the Department of Agriculture. The Government of the United States has done more than that of any other country to give useful advice to the growers of food products--and to cooks, too! Throughout this volume I have missed no chance to call attention to its many helpful publications, besides summing up the matter under the head of "Governmental Gastronomy." It is a topic of tremendous importance to farmers, vegetable gardeners, dairymen, and all who are concerned with the growing or distributing of food stuffs. Farming is defined as "cultivating the ground in order to raise food"; and why farmers, quite as much as epicures, should be interested in the _best foods_, I have explained in the section headed "Commercial Value of Flavor," with illustrations showing how a tiller of the soil can double or quintuple his income or even make a big fortune by taking the demand for appetizing flavor as a guide. Knowing that they do many of these things much better in Europe, I made a special gastronomic trip in 1912 to gather first hand information in the market places, gardens and restaurants of France, Italy, Germany and England. I have dwelt on the good things raised and prepared in those countries, such as the salads, the poultry, the bread, the butter, the cheeses, the wonderful cuisine of France; the olive oil, the economical substitutes for meat, and the macaroni (the _real_ staff of life) of Italy; the diverse delicatessen of Germany (including live fish brought to the kitchen and genuinely smoked meats and fish); the Wiltshire bacon, the Southdown mutton, the cakes and marmalades of Great Britain. Information on many things like those, concerning which there is a widespread curiosity, has not before been brought conveniently between two covers, and I am sure I need not apologize for having followed the example of the gossiping Brillat-Savarin, in presenting this information largely in the form of a narrative of personal experiences, and with pertinent anecdotes. To the chapters on the "Science of Savory Cooking" and "A Noble Art" I wish to call special attention because in them lies, I am convinced, the ultimate solution of the urgent problem of domestic help, as well as the problem of improving the average American cuisine, which is a still larger one, because in eleven out of every twelve families the women have to do their own cooking. Too many women, not to speak of men, do not know that cooking really _is_ a science, (which electricity will soon make an exact science), and the practice of it a fine art, experts in which may well look down proudly on the mere factory and shop girls who foolishly think they are above them. Schools, women's societies, and society women have taken up the matter in England as well as in America, and great changes are impending--changes which, it is hoped, this volume, coming at the "psychological moment," will help to accelerate. [Illustration][Drawing of a busy scene in a restaurant] FOOD AND FLAVOR I UNGASTRONOMIC AMERICA MARK TWAIN'S PATRIOTIC PALATE Mark Twain swore by American food as he did by the American flag. When he got as far as Italy, on the trip which resulted in "A Tramp Abroad," he became discouraged, wrote a homesick panegyric on the good things he could not get in Europe, and made a list of viands to be ordered by the steamer preceding his, to await him on his return. Among these dishes were fried chicken Southern style, Saratoga potatoes, baked apples and cream, hot biscuits, buckwheat cakes with maple syrup, toast, oysters in various styles, softshell crabs, terrapin soup, wild turkey, cranberry sauce, canvasback duck, prairie hens, bacon and greens, catsup, green corn, hot corn-pone, stewed tomatoes and pumpkin pie. As he lived for years thereafter, it is not likely that he carried out his program. These gastronomic specialties certainly are not to be sneered at; European epicures envy us most of them. It must be admitted, also, that American cookery has made considerable progress in the last decades, and that there has been an improvement in eating habits since Dickens, in "Martin Chuzzlewit" (1843), described the "violent bell ringing"; the "mad rush for the dining-room"; the "great heaps of indigestible matter" which "melted away as ice before the sun"; the "dyspeptic individuals" who "bolted their food in wedges, feeding not themselves, but broods of nightmares." Such scenes still occur, but they are no longer typical. Nor, perhaps, would Emily Faithful have occasion to-day, as she had in 1884, to comment on the "joyless American face," due to chronic dyspepsia. We are still made unhappy, however, by the "indigestible hot bread" and "tough beefsteaks hardly warmed through" to which she referred, and by other gastronomic atrocities. We must not overlook the fine cooking done in many American private families, hotels, clubs, and restaurants, and we have some good old Maryland, Virginia, New England, and San Franciscan traditions to boast of. Moreover, there are not a few who have reason to think that the culinary low-water mark is to be found on English steamships and in English inns. On the whole, however, what Pierre Blot wrote forty years ago is still true: "American cookery is worse than that of any other civilized nation." Our great national food expert and reformer, Dr. Harvey W. Wiley, put the matter in a nutshell when he said in a lecture before the General Federation of Women's Clubs, that "there is no country in the world where food is so plentiful, and no country in the world where it is so badly cooked, as right here in the United States." FOOD MISSIONARIES IN THE FAR WEST. One need not go to France or Austria for a humiliating contrast. In one of his books of travel Charles Dudley Warner declared that after leaving Philadelphia the tourist "will not find one good meal decently served" until he reaches Mexico. In a southwestern railway restaurant a miner once said to me he had not eaten such an abominable meal in all the years he had spent in the wilderness. To tell the unvarnished truth, he used a stronger word than abominable. One of the details I remember was that the tough steak had apparently been fried in the drippings from a tallow candle. In the same part of the country a great change has been brought about by the culinary and executive genius of one man--Fred Harvey. He came to this country from England--score one for England!--when he was a boy of fourteen, with two pounds in his pocket. He got a job on a railway. There were no dining cars in those days and although in England he had not lived the life of a gourmet he was amazed by the wretchedness of the eating houses with their canned meats and vegetables, rancid bacon, oilclothed tables without napkins and incompetent service. Convinced that good eating-houses would advertise the railway and attract travel, he ventured to say so to the manager of the Santa Fé Railway, who, fortunately, not only approved the suggestion but gave him the opportunity to show what he could do. One historian relates that the manager "threw his arms around the youthful promoter and wept with joy." He had just dined at a railway station! It was in the year 1876 that Harvey opened his first eating-house in Topeka. It made a sensation. Others soon were built along the line of the road from the Middle West to the Pacific Coast until, in 1912, there were a dozen large hotels, sixty-five railway restaurants and sixty dining-cars under the same management. [Illustration: FRED HARVEY] That Harvey was a born epicure is evident from the fact that when he opened the Montezuma Hotel in 1882, he would not allow, as the Kansas City "Star" tells us, any canned goods to go on the table. He sent a man to Guaymas and Hermosillo in Old Mexico to get fruit, green vegetables, shell fish and other kinds of food. A contract was made with the chief of a tribe of Yaqui Indians to supply the hostelry with green turtles and sea celery. These turtles, which were secured for $1.50 each, weighed two hundred pounds and were full of eggs. Mr. Harvey selected a little pool near the hotel where he fattened the turtles. A feature of the bill of fare every day was genuine green turtle soup and turtle steak. The sea celery used is a spicy weed which makes a fine salad. Naturally, such delicacies could not be served at the ordinary railway restaurants; yet these, too, had their pleasant surprises, and were unspeakably superior to what the travelers had been obliged to put up with in pre-Harvey days. On ordering tea, for example, you would get a separate little Japanese pot with the steaming infusion freshly made for you. This was as far as Harvey could go in these places in carrying out the perfect host's maxim that every diner should feel as if the meal he eats had been specially prepared for him. But there were other details that betrayed special intelligence and thought. Thus, in stopping one day for supper in one of the Harvey restaurants in the sizzling Arizona desert, I was delighted to find the table loaded down with the sour things that one craves on hot days--diverse vegetable and meat salads. One of the amusing details in connection with the Harvey organization was that it became known as a marriage agency, because the neat and well-trained waitresses got married one after another, some of them to wealthy ranchmen. Of greater importance was the fact that the Harvey eating-houses served as schools to all the Southwest, bringing about a general reform. The rival railway systems, naturally, could not persevere in their barbarian ways. Fred Harvey is no more, but his influence survives and his name is one to conjure with throughout the Pacific slope. In the East, also, one comes across a good meal now and then in a dining-car or a railroad station. There is one, says Edward Hungerford, up in the northern part of New York State that has never yielded its supremacy to any circuit-riding café on wheels. When a certain high officer of the busy road that spreads itself apart at that junction goes up there, he orders the cook of his private car to shut up the kitchen. "Do you suppose that I would pass by that town," he says, "and the best square meal in the whole State?" Those things, alas, are exceptional. Taken the country through, railway restaurants and diners are to this day even worse than the average hotels and boarding houses. Flavorless, unappetizing meats, insipid vegetables, doughy pies and soggy cakes are the rule at our eating places everywhere. The most astonishing thing about this is that the average American enjoys a good meal, if he can get it, not a bit less than the average European, as I have observed hundreds of times in our own best eating houses and in foreign hotels and restaurants during ten trips to Europe. And that the capacity to enjoy a civilized meal is inherent not only in those who can cross the ocean and pay for Parisian dainties, but in the humblest tiller of the soil or railway employee, was amusingly made manifest to me many years ago in the wild and woolly West. I was brought up in the village of Aurora, Oregon, which was inhabited chiefly by members of a German colony, who differed in no-wise from millions of poor but honest men and women in the Fatherland. One of the most precious things they had brought from the old country was the skill to cook a savory meal--a meal that one could enjoy to the full without feeling the pangs of dyspeptic remorse for hours afterwards. The Aurora hotel soon became far-famed; and when the first railway was built from San Francisco to Portland, the astute makers of the time-table somehow managed it so that most of the trains stopped at Aurora, though it is but twenty-eight miles from the terminal, Portland. Nor was that all. The popularity of the Aurora cookery suggested the idea that it might be profitable to erect a restaurant tent in Salem during the annual State Fair. The result was astonishing. All the other eating-places were soon completely deserted; the Aurora tent had to be enlarged, and there was such a mad rush for seats at the tables that in a few days nearly every man and woman and boy and girl in the village had been drafted to serve as cooks or waiters. It was plain German _bourgeois_ cooking; but the sausages were made of honest pork and the hams had the appetizing flavor which the old-fashioned smokehouse gives them; the bread was soft yet baked thoroughly, the butter was fresh and fragrant and the pancakes melted in the mouth. As for the supreme effort of Aurora cookery--noodle soup made with the boiled chicken (_not_ cold-storage chicken) served in the plate--the mere memory of it makes my mouth water, four decades after eating it. In justice to Portland, which in those days was in a benighted condition fully warranting the action of the railway men in making Aurora their culinary terminus, let me hasten to add that at present, with its Chinook salmon and Columbia River smelt, its hard-shell crabs and razor clams, its delicious Willamette crawfish--rivaling the best French _écrevisses_--its fragrant mammoth strawberries, its juicy cherries, and its world-famed Hood River apples, it is hardly second to San Francisco as a gastronomic center. In Oregon, as in Washington and California, the epicure fares particularly well because the luxuries of life are as cheap as the staples and quite as abundant, if not more so. ARE WOMEN TO BLAME? Inasmuch as an American is quite as capable of enjoying a good meal as any one else, why is it that we are so conspicuously ungastronomic as a nation? It is obvious that the cooks are largely to blame. It is so difficult to procure a good cook that most of us give up the search in despair and resignedly eat what is placed before us. In Europe it is still comparatively easy to find a young woman or a man who, by domestic training, has learned to prepare a savory meal and is willing to take the trouble necessary to get satisfactory results. In the United States few of the helpers available have any domestic traditions to fall back on. As a rule, they frankly admit, on applying for a place, that they know only "plain cooking." As a matter of fact, few of them can even boil an egg or a potato without spoiling it. They are not interested in their work, _as they would be if they were experts_, and their main object is to get as much money as they can for as little work as possible. To be sure, a cook's hours are long, but many of them are spent in dawdling. It is unfortunate that most of our hired cooks are Irish. There are and have been excellent cooks of this nation, but as a rule the Irish are not so interested in this art as the French, Germans, Italians and Swedes, and the results are deplorable, especially when, as is usually the case, the mistress is herself so ignorant that she cannot tell the cook why the food is wrong and how it could be improved. The worst of it is that if the mistress of the house does know enough herself to teach the new cook some tricks, the latter is likely to leave because, on account of this newly acquired knowledge, she can get higher wages elsewhere! Which reminds me of what happened to my wife's grandmother. She once had a cook who was absolutely green, but who wanted the highest wages. When asked how she could demand so much when she admitted her ignorance, she retorted: "Ah, Mrs. Black, the larnin' is the sevarest part of it." It will not do, however, to put all the blame on the domestic helpers. Only one family in twelve, even in our wealthy country, can afford to hire a cook. In the other eleven families the women of the house are personally responsible for the meals. Why are these generally so unsatisfactory? Visitors from abroad who have asked themselves this question, usually answer it by saying that Americans have idolized and spoiled their women and are now paying the penalty. "The European," says one of them, "takes it as a matter of course that the woman he marries will be his home-maker and housekeeper, able and willing, if necessary, to do the careful cooking on which his health and his enjoyment of life depend so largely. In America the main object of the women seems to be to throw off all the responsibilities of housekeeping so that they may either gad about socially or engage in outside employment. The necessary meals are hastily cooked, marketing is done by telephone, the grocer and butcher are foolishly trusted as to the quality of the raw material, and the results are such as we see--monotonous, unwholesome, insipid meals, followed by indigestion." There is no doubt some truth in this foreigner's observations, though he takes no account of the many thousands of American wives who work as hard to make their homes abodes of comfort, health and happiness as their husbands do to supply the necessary cash. On the American men falls a large share of the blame for existing conditions. Completely absorbed in their private and particular business they labored too long under the delusion that their whole duty consisted in supplying the cash needed for housekeeping. Their indifference to the sources and the quality of the raw material of the food they ate, brought into existence a horde of adulterators and poisoners on a scale never before witnessed anywhere--and that is another important reason why we are not a gastronomic nation. With such sophisticated material the best cooks in the world could not prepare appetizing, wholesome meals; and when meals are not appetizing, men lose interest in them, bolting their food, and passing on to things that seem more important and agreeable. Adulterators and spoilers of food have existed since the days of the ancient Greeks and Romans and probably they flourished long before them; but never before had the far-famed "Yankee ingenuity" been brought to bear on the ignoble task of deceiving people as to what they were eating and drinking. Of this ingenuity a striking illustration was given at Washington when the pure food agitators, headed by Dr. Wiley of the Department of Agriculture, gave an exhibit before Congress. On a table had been placed--along with other similarly fraudulent articles--a bottle of "honey." On the surface of it floated a bee. Now, the man who put that bee in the bottle had said to himself: "Nine persons out of ten will, on seeing it, conclude instantly that it got in accidentally and that it proves the honey to be genuine." But that bottle never contained any honey; it was filled with a sticky, sweet substance resembling honey in appearance, but instead of being made up of the products of the bee's beneficent floral industry, it contained ingredients some of which were injurious to health. THE DANGER IN OUR FOOD. That bottle was a sample of thousands of adulterated or entirely spurious "foods" for which American men and women had been for a long time spending good money in the belief that they were getting what they paid for. A quarter of a century ago the food poisoners and adulterators spread a net of fraud across the United States, the like of which the world had never seen; and for a long time the American public, with the meekness (up to a certain point!) for which it has become notorious, submitted to this abuse, eating the drugged food and suffering the daily pangs of indigestion, wondering vaguely what was the matter--why Europeans found us a nation of dyspeptics--and paying fortunes to doctors, and to vendors of patent medicines, without being able to avert the final general breakdown. Then something occurred which made the worm turn on its tormentors--the "embalmed beef" incident. Major-General Miles, backed up by other officers, declared positively that most of the canned beef supplied to our soldiers during the war with Spain was unfit for human food, and that he was convinced that the refrigerated beef supplied was highly deleterious because of the