SAMPLE RECIPES

FOG HORN      MIDSUMMER NIGHT

FOG HORN

A scrumptious split pea soup. 

Serves Four Near's I can recall it was in the late 50's when I first tasted Fog Horn. Daddy had taken a weekend party out north of Machias bear hunting and he let me tag along. A few miles from camp we was surprised by a freak snowstorm and most of us was sneezing and wiping our runny noses by the time we got back. Daddy, and all but Old Judge Millbridge and me, changed into dry clothes and fell into their bedrolls to get warm. I got a fire going and the judge said he'd see if he could round up something he could cook for supper. He admitted right up front that he weren't no great shakes as a cook. 

I was outside splitting wood when I heard the dangdest thumping and hollering coming from the camp. I ran back inside and saw the grinning old judge sitting at the sawbuck table swinging a hatchet at little pebbles on the tabletop shouting "Guilty? Whump. "Hang the villain? Whump. "Thirty days or five dollars!". Whump. 
Daddy asked what in the devil he was up to. The old judge replied that he was splitting peas for soup, using the axe like a gavel he'd used many years ago. Daddy explained that you cook the peas before you smashed them and went back to sleep. 

The soup turned out delicious and I've been fixing it ever since. I've always felt bad daddy had to spoil that old man's fun. 
 

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