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of gravy starts under the carving knife！ Each of our vegetables yields its separate and characteristic sweetness。 It never occurs to us to disguise the genuine flavour of food； if such a process be necessary； then something is wrong with the food itself。 Some wiseacre scoffed at us as the people with only one sauce。 The fact is； we have as many sauces as we have kinds of meat； each； in the process of cookery； yields its native sap； and this is the best of all sauces conceivable。 Only English folk know what is meant by GRAVY； consequently； the English alone are petent to speak on the question of sauce。
To be sure； this culinary principle presupposes food of the finest quality。 If your beef and your mutton have flavours scarcely distinguishable； whilst both this and that might conceivably be veal； you will go to work in quite a different way； your object must then be to disguise； to counterfeit； to add an alien relish……in short； to do anything EXCEPT insist upon the natural quality of the viand。 Happily； the English have never been driven to these expedients。 Be it flesh； fowl； or fish； each es to table so distinctly and eminently itself that by no possibility could it be confused with anything else。 Give your average cook a bit of cod； and tell her to dress it in her own way。 The good creature will carefully boil it； and there an end of the matter； and by no exercise of art could she have so treated the fish as to make more manifest and enjoyable that special savour which heaven has bestowed upon cod。 Think of our array of joints； how royal is each in its own way； and how utterly unlike any of the others。 Picture a boiled leg of mutton。 It is mutton； yes； and mutton of the best； nature has bestowed upon man no sweeter morsel； but the same joint roasted is mutton too； and how divinely different！ The point is that these differences are natural； that； in eliciting them； we obey the eternal law of things； and no human caprice。 Your artificial relish is here not only needless； but offensive。
In the case of veal； we demand 〃stuffing。〃 Yes； for veal is a somewhat insipid meat； and by experience we have discovered the best method of throwing into relief such inherent goodness as it has。 The stuffing does not disguise； nor seek to disguise； it accentuates。 Good veal stuffing……reflect！……is in itself a triumph of culinary instinct； so bland it is； and yet so powerful upon the gastric juices。
Did I call veal insipid？ I must add that it is only so in parison with English beef and mutton。 When I think of the 〃brown〃 on the edge of a really fine cut of veal……！
VIII
As so often when my thought has gone forth in praise of things English； I find myself tormented by an after…thought……the reflection that I have praised a time gone by。 Now； in this matter of English meat。 A newspaper tells me that English beef is non…existent； that the best meat bearing that name has merely been fed up in England for a short time before killing。 Well； well； we can only be thankful that the quality is still so good。 Real English mutton still exists； I suppose。 It would surprise me if any other country could produce the shoulder I had yesterday。
Who knows？ Perhaps even our own cookery has seen its best days。 It is a lamentable fact that the multitude of English people nowadays never taste roasted meat； what they call by that name is baked in the oven……a totally different thing； though it may； I admit； be inferior only to the right roast。 Oh； the sirloin of old times； the sirloin which I can remember； thirty or forty years ago！ That was English； and no mistake； and all the history of civilization could show nothing on the table of mankind to equal it。 To clap that joint into a steamy oven would have been a crime unpardonable by gods and man。 Have I not with my own eyes seen it turning； turning on the spit？ The scent it diffused was in itself a cure for dyspepsia。
It is very long since I tasted a slice of boiled beef； I have a suspicion that the thing is being rare。 In a household such as mine； the 〃round〃 is impracticable； of necessity it must be large； altogether too large for our requirements。 But ories does my mind preserve！ The very colouring of a round； how rich it is； yet how delicate； and how subtly varied！ The odour is totally distinct from that of roast beef； and yet it is beef incontestable。 Hot； of course with carrots； it is a dish for a king； but cold it is nobler。 Oh； the thin broad slice； with just its fringe of consistent fat！
We are sparing of condiments； but such as we use are the best that man has invented。 And we know HOW to use them。 I have heard an impatient innovator scoff at the English law on the subject of mustard； and demand why； in the nature of things； mustard should not be eaten with mutton。 The answer is very simple； this law has been made by the English palate……which is impeccable。 I maintain it is impeccable！ Your educated Englishman is an infallible guide in all that relates to the table。 〃The man of superior intellect；〃 said Tennyson……justifying his love of boiled beef and new potatoes…… 〃knows what is good to eat〃； and I would extend it to all civilized natives of our country。 We are content with nothing but the finest savours； the truest binations； our wealth； and happy natural circumstances； have allowed us an education of the palate of which our natural aptitude was worthy。 Think； by the bye； of those new potatoes； just mentioned。 Our cook； when dressing them； puts into the saucepan a sprig of mint。 This is genius。 No otherwise could the flavour of the vegetable be so perfectly； yet so delicately； emphasized。 The mint is there； and we know it； yet our palate knows only the young potato。
IX
There is to me an odd pathos in the literature of vegetarianism。 I remember the day when I read these periodicals and pamphlets with all the zest of hunger and poverty； vigorously seeking to persuade myself that flesh was an altogether superfluous； and even a repulsive； food。 If ever such things fall under my eyes nowadays； I am touched with a half humorous passion for the people whose necessity； not their will； consents to this chemical view of diet。 There es before me a vision of certain vegetarian restaurants； where； at a minim outl