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CONTENTS
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Filthy Boss
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1. Alyssa
2. Charles
3. Alyssa
4. Charles
5. Alyssa
6. Charles
7. Alyssa
8. Charles
9. Alyssa
10. Charles
11. Alyssa
12. Charles
13. Alyssa
14. Charles
15. Alyssa
16. Charles
17. Alyssa
18. Charles
19. Alyssa
20. Alyssa
Her Dirty Professor
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
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1
For the third day in a row I wake up flushed. Damn dreams. Damn
Andrew.
It feels like he’s made it his mission to run into me whenever
possible at the office—and every time he does, all I do is trip over
myself. His winks and smiles and innuendos almost make me
question whether or not my uncle is right and he’s just using me.
But that moment in the copy room is still there. I can’t pretend that
wasn’t real.
I’ve kissed people before. Okay, fine, I’ve kissed one person
before. And it was nowhere near as hot as those few moments when
it felt like we connected.
Now my brain won’t leave me alone. It’s constantly finding ways
to imagine what would have happened had that moment continued,
what might have been if we hadn’t been interrupted. I imagine him
closing that gap and pressing his lips onto mine, and together we
move backward, hands tearing at each other’s clothes, until he’s
pressing me up against the wall.
My fingers find my way into my underwear as I imagine his lips
tracing down my throat. His lips are soft and his tongue is teasing
me. His hands are undoing the buttons of my shirt and he doesn’t
miss a beat moving down to my breasts, tracing my nipples through
the fabric. I imagine my fingers fisting in his hair, pressing his head
closer to me, urging him to touch more of my skin.
My body heats up and I can feel myself getting wet under my
fingers as I let my imagination run wild. He’s kissing me again and
our bodies are pressed together, and even through our clothes it
feels so good. Then his hand is on my skin, sliding down my
stomach and under my waistband. His fingers are touching me there
and he dips inside me at the same time he plunges his tongue into
my mouth. My body arches, and I can see myself gasping, relishing
the sensation of being caught up in him.
I move my fingers faster, and I can feel myself getting closer. I
open Andrew’s shirt and envision his beautiful chest, his hard abs.
His pants are unbuckled and he lifts me off my feet, my legs
wrapping around his waist. With one strong, deep plunge, he glides
inside me and it feels amazing. I imagine what it’s like to feel that
full, to feel pleasure radiating out from every stroke. He locks eyes
with me as he thrusts into me again, and again, and I can feel that
I’m on the edge—
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I roll over into my pillow and groan as my alarm clock erases
what was sure to be an amazing orgasm. Damn. Fantasy sex is all I
have and I can’t even get all the way through that. Now I’m sweaty
and horny and unsatisfied. I tap my phone to stop the screeching,
and resist the urge to throw it against the wall. Not even eight a.m.
And the day is off to a great start. At least I don’t have to go to the
office for long.
I drag myself out of bed and into the shower, mentally ticking off
the things I need to do before I leave. Today I’m moving…well,
temporarily. My uncle’s current—and biggest—case is the Sterling
murder. Timothy Sterling, a self-made software millionaire is accused
of killing his wife. She was found dead in their home. There were no
witnesses and he can’t provide a credible alibi. My uncle and the firm
are defending Mr. Sterling. He was released on bail, but given the
high profile nature of the case, the court commanded that he remain
on his estate. That makes it hard to meet with him as his estate is
two hours outside of the city.
So, as of today, my uncle is moving into Mr. Sterling’s guest
house for the duration of the defense. This is so that Uncle Roger
can have immediate access to his client, but also to make sure that
Sterling doesn’t do anything stupid. And also as of today, I’m going
there too. My uncle needs a go-between for the office and he can’t
ask his assistant to stay at the guest house. That leaves me, the
niece. Go figure. Nepotism for the win.
I need to pack my clothes and toiletries, and then go to the office
and pick up a truly impressive number of file boxes to bring with me
to the guest house.
While I’m packing my clothes I turn on the bare track of a song
I’ve been working on in my spare time. It has a pretty melody, even
though I don’t have words yet. But there’s a little counter melody in
my head, just a few chords. I grab a piece of paper and quickly write
the progression down. Actually, I have a couple of minutes and
would really like to know what that sounds like.
I sit down at my computer’s keyboard and open up my music
making software. When I input the chords, it sounds good. But not
perfect. I think I should add this here, and an E chord there. It feels
so natural to be making music that I don’t even notice the time.
When I next look at the clock an hour has passed, and I’m still not
finished packing. Shit.
It’s a good thing that I don’t have to see my uncle until tonight,
because he would kill me for being late. I throw the rest of my
clothes into my suitcase and grab my make-up and toiletries. It’s not
neat, but it will have to do. It’s a guest house, right? If I forgot
anything they should have it, and if not then I’ll be coming back to
the city soon. It’ll be fine.
It’s hot. I mean, this is Florida, so that’s not really surprising. But
I’m still used to Los Angeles weather. When you live with seventy
degrees and low humidity year round, Florida’s climate feels like
living in a sauna full time. Especially in July. Even wearing short
sleeves and a skirt it’s nearly unbearable, and by the time I reach
the office I’m once again covered in sweat and I haven’t even
started lugging the boxes yet.
There are twenty-one file boxes. Twenty-one. If my uncle weren’t
endlessly practical I’d swear he was making me haul these as some
sort of punishment or else a test of my ability to do this job. Well…I
guess it could be that last one. But it’s probably better not to dwell
on it for too long…
I get all the boxes into the car—it takes forever because they’re
bulky and heavy, and I can really only carry one at a time. A couple
of times I managed two, but I have to unload all of these, and I
need to save my hands. The only bright side is that I don’t see
Andrew. Even if it’s never going to happen, I’m glad that he doesn’t
have to see me sweaty and exhausted from the humidity and
manual labor.
The air conditioning in my car has never felt this good, and I’ve
used it a lot. I love road trips, and I drove both ways when I moved
from coast to coast, so my car has become a mini-sanctuary for me
over the years. Today is no exception. I turn on some music—not
mine this time—and enjoy the ride.
That is, until I pull up to the Sterling estate. Holy crap. I knew
this guy was loaded, but whoa. I’m greeted with tall black iron gates
and a curving driveway that leads to one of the biggest houses I’ve
ever seen. It looks like a castle, and I think there might actually be a
spire off the back, but it’s hard to tell from this angle. Who even
needs a guest house when you have something that big? Then
again, he probably likes his privacy.
The driveway curves around the main house and down past a
swimming pool that is a perfect blue, and gardens that look like
they’re a spread in Travel & Leisure. Is that a hedge maze? Seriously,
I really hope this guy is innocent, because we need to be friends. I’ll
house-sit for him any time.
I pull up to the guest house, a villa situated behind some tall
trees that keep it somewhat hidden away. It has its own garden and
small pool, and even without being attached to the mansion next
door it’s gorgeous. It’s a white creation in the Spanish style, with red
tiles on the roof and blue shutters that make it look cheery.
I take it all in with an appreciative sigh and then get out of my
car and stretch. I guess I’d better get to unloading. The faster I get
it done, the faster I can get a shower and a cold drink. I grab a box
and the keys my uncle gave me and let myself inside. It’s blessedly
cool. The first floor is breezy and open with the entryway flowing
into an open living room, small dining room, and galley kitchen.
Natural light is pouring into the space from what seems like a
hundred windows. I could learn to like it here, I think.
I put the first box on the floor in the dining room. My uncle
wants that space to be the primary office area of the house, so all
the boxes will go there for now. We agreed that we’d find a better
set-up once we were both settled into the house.
Trudging out to the car again, I decide that I’m going to try to
get the boxes into the house in as few trips as possible. Even if that
means nearly breaking my back by carrying multiple boxes. I stack
three on top of each other. It’s a stretch, but these are the lightest
ones, and no one’s here to see me if I drop them.
I have to use my butt to open the door—no hands—and I nearly
trip over the threshold. I steady myself and make a mental note to
only bring two next time. I’m halfway to the dining room when I
hear a sound, like someone else is in the house.
“Hello?” I can’t see over the boxes, but I’m almost there. But as I
turn the corner I collide with something and I hear a grunt of pain. I
stumble back, keeping my grip on the boxes even as I blurt out an
apology. “I am so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone else was here.”
The mystery person grabs the top box off my pile and suddenly
the other two boxes go crashing to the floor, because standing in
front of me is Andrew Finch. And he’s smiling.
3
I think that my mouth is on the floor along with the boxes. “What
are you doing here?”
“The same thing that you’re doing here.” He takes the box he
rescued into the dining room and adds, “I’m living here for the next
couple of months. Roger didn’t tell you?”
“No,” I say, picking up a sheaf of papers that spilled from one of
my boxes. “My uncle forgot to mention that detail.”
“I’m not surprised.” I pile my two boxes on top of the rest. “Did
you get all these into your car by yourself?”
“Yeah.”
He scoffs, “I’m sure there are plenty of guys at the office that
could have been persuaded to help you.”
I feel myself bristle. “I’m not made of glass, it’s just boxes.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he says, mouth sliding into a smile.
“You’re perfectly capable of carrying boxes. But in case you haven’t
noticed, it’s hot as hell outside, and you didn’t need to do it all
yourself.”
“It was really fine.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I’m sure it was. Why don’t you get some
water and then grab your suitcase? I’ll take care of the rest of the
boxes.”
“Mr. Finch, you really don’t have to—”
He cuts me off. “First, please don’t ever call me Mr. Finch. It
makes me feel like a fossil. Second, you already carried all those file
boxes once. I can take it from here.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he gives me a look and I change
my mind about finishing the thought. Instead I say, “What should I
call you, then?”
“Andrew is fine.” He takes off his suit jacket and hangs it over
one of the dining room chairs.
I wander into the kitchen and poke around in the cupboards
looking for a glass. I find one and get some ice and water, and then
I go back and get another glass for when Andrew is finished with the
unloading. It’s the least I can do.
He’s already back with another box, and I try not to stare. It’s
not like he’s naked, but that shirt fits really well and he definitely fills
it out. He doesn’t even hesitate before going out for another box,
and I follow him. I grab my stuff from the back seat of my car, and I
hear his voice behind me. “There are a few empty rooms upstairs.
You can choose whichever one you like.”
“Thanks,” I say, and I make a beeline for the stairs.
No, Naomi, you will not think about the fact that you’re alone in
this gorgeous house with your current crush. You will think about
that later. Alone. After dark. Under the covers.
I find a corner room that overlooks the garden, and immediately
know it’s the one I want. A queen size bed with crisp blue linens
dominates the room, with a desk and a reading chair tucked along
one wall and an actual armoire and vanity on the other. I drop my
suitcase by the armoire and head back downstairs.
The pile of boxes in the dining room is growing, and Andrew
walks by with another as I come down. “Are you sure that you don’t
need any help?”
“Very sure,” he says, disappearing out the door again.
I take a sip of the water. It feels weird just letting him do all the
work. I mean, he is technically my boss. But he also volunteered.
The more I watch him go in and out, the more I’m glad I’m
standing in the kitchen. Mostly because it’s cool and not at all
because Andrew is sweating through his shirt and making it easier to
see even more of him.
Finally, he comes through the door and says, “This is the last.” He
puts the box down with a sigh.
I push his glass of water across the counter toward him. “Here.”
He grins, tugging at the open collar of his button down shirt and
exposing just a flash of that smooth, perfect chest. “Thank you. Did
I mention it’s hot as hell outside?”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” I say, smiling into my glass.
“Definitely.” He unbuttons his shirt and takes it off before
reaching for the glass, and even though I know I shouldn’t stare at
him, I can’t look away. The v-neck T-shirt he’s still wearing is soaked
through, and I can see everything. If there were wet T-shirt contests
for men, he would win. Hands down. The man is cut like a diamond.
I can count his abs through the shirt, and my eyes drift down to
where it’s ridden up and showing skin that’s perfectly tan.
Suddenly I realize that I’m staring, and he knows it too, because
he’s staring at me. He’s not smiling anymore. Instead he looks…
curious. I feel myself blush from head to toe. Yes, I swear even my
toes are flushed at the thought of what that body could do to me.
My imaginings haven’t been doing him justice. I’ll need an upgrade.
I clear my throat and say, “I should go unpack, since we’ll be
here for awhile.”
I don’t actually run, but it feels like it. I retreat into my pretty
room, and attempt to take a breath. Cool down. I get my suitcase
open and start sorting through the mess that I made this morning
when I was late. I jump at the sound of a floorboard behind me, and
turn to see Andrew at the door. He walks over to where I am, and I
can feel his eyes on me. I try not to look, because if I look again I’ll
stare, and the staring will lead to wanting. Instead, I start to talk.
“I know, this is totally a mess. I got really distracted this morning
by this song, and then I ended up not having much time to pack.” I
yank the suitcase over to the wall next to the armoire, and Andrew
follows me. “Now I’ll have to organize everything. Re-fold, re-hang,
re-wash, whatever. I’m not usually this disorganized.” I find my bag
of toiletries in the wreckage of my suitcase and grab it. I turn to go
and put it in the bathroom, and Andrew is there. “I should put this
away,” I blurt, holding up the toiletries.
He stretches out his arms on either side of me, blocking the
doorway with his perfect body. “It’s not a crime to look, Naomi.”
My eyes snap to his, really looking at them for the first time since
we bumped into each other in the hallway. “I wasn’t.”
His mouth quirks up. “You were. I don’t mind. If I didn’t have
other things on my mind I’d let you look at me all day.”
“What other things?” My mouth has gone entirely dry, and I find
it hard to speak. He’s so close, and every nerve in my body is
begging to find out what it would be like to have him touch me.
He leans forward until our faces are almost touching. “How much
I want you. I told you in the copy room I would think about you. I
did.”
Oh god. My heart is beating so fast now, I swear I can hear it
pounding. This can’t be happening. This isn’t real. I think I make
some sort of sound though, because he smiles again. “What was
that?”
“It’s not real. Not true, I mean. You have no reason to think
about me.”
Our faces are still close, and his cheek presses against mine as
his lips brush my ear. “I promise that when I am with you I will tell
the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. And I want
you.”
His words make me shiver. He takes a step back and peels his T-
shirt over his head, tossing it aside. I let myself look at him. Like he
said, it’s not a crime. His body reminds me of a surfer’s, long and
lean with unexpected muscles and definition, all leading my eyes
down to his belt. His face is all mischief as he moves back toward
me. “Now that you’ve finally seen me without a shirt on, don’t you
want to see the rest of me?”
The familiar feeling of my blush hits, and I don’t have time to
answer because he kisses me. His lips aren’t on my mouth by next
to it, barely a press against my skin. The sensation travels across me
and leaves goosebumps in its wake.
“Naomi, tell me if you want me to stop.”
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them well between cloths; and make a pickle of the following
ingredients:
Six eschalots, minced
White peppercorns 2 oz.
Mace, bruised 1½ oz.
Nutmeg, sliced 1½ oz.
Common table salt 6 oz.
White-wine vinegar 5 pints
Skim this well, boiling it fifteen minutes, and, filling jars with the fruit,
pour the liquor and spices equally upon them, when about new milk
warm, and tie bladder over the jars.
beet-roots.
Pickled beet-roots which have both fine colour and flavour to
recommend them are seldom to be met with, particularly in the
provinces. If this method is tried, it will most certainly recommend
them. Take half a dozen roots of the deepest blood-red colour, put
them into a pail of cold water, and with a soft brush scour and wash
them well, and without breaking the skin in the least. Put them into a
saucepan of boiling water, and let them boil gently until tender, and
no longer, then take them up, wipe dry, and leave them until the next
day. Now peel them nicely, and cut them across in slices a quarter of
an inch thick, not using the extremities. You may cut the slices into
various ornamental and grotesque figures, and lay them in open-
mouthed jars, and make the following pickle:
Mace 1 oz.
Cloves, bruised 2 oz.
Peppercorns 2 oz.
Bay salt, pounded 4 oz.
Ginger, sliced 2 oz.
Horseradish, sliced 1 oz.
Best vinegar ½ gallon
Boil these ten or fifteen minutes, skimming well, and, when cold,
pour over the roots. Replenish the next day what pickle may have
been absorbed, and cover the jars with bladder and leather. This
pickle is ready in a month, and is very good. It makes a beautiful
garnish with fish at dinner, &c. &c.
green parsley.
Take fresh green curled parsley just at maturity, pick out the most
handsome sprigs and put them into salt and water strong enough to
float an egg, and let remain so for five or six days; set them to drain
on a sieve, and then immerse them in another fresh pickle of the
same strength for ten days longer, changing the brine twice. Then
drain them again, and put them into pure cold spring water for two
days, changing the water daily, and when again drained scald them
in boiling water until they are of a nice green, and dry them between
soft cloths. Make, then, the following pickle of
Mace ½ oz.
Nutmeg, sliced 1 oz.
Eschalots, minced 1 oz.
Horseradish, sliced 2 oz.
White-wine vinegar 3 pints
which must be boiled ten or twelve minutes and well skimmed. Put
the parsley branches lightly into jars and pour the pickle over,
covering well. Fill up again with pickle the next day, and cover that
again with pure olive oil to the thickness of an inch or thereabouts.
Cover close with wetted bladder, and over that, when dried, with soft
leather, and keep in a dry airy room.
walnut catsup.
When walnuts have attained maturity, and are being deprived of
the outside green shells by the fruiterers, take half a peck of these
husks, put them into a jar, and pour on them as much cold strong
pickling vinegar as will quite cover them; bung up the jar, and so let
them remain three months. Then press out the liquor upon a sieve,
and to every gallon of it take
Cloves 1 oz.
Mace ¾ oz.
Ginger 1½ oz.
Jamaica pepper 1½ oz.
Black pepper 1 oz.
Garlic 1 oz.
Port wine lees 1½ quart
Anchovies 8 oz.
With all these boil up the liquor of the walnuts, and let them simmer
twenty minutes, skimming well the whole time, then put it aside for
two days and boil it again until reduced one-third part. When cold,
you may put it in bottles, which cork well and seal with wax. It will be
an excellent catsup, and will be greatly improved by long keeping.
mushroom catsup.
Throw large black flap mushrooms into a vessel, and crush them
with the hands well, throwing in a large handful of common salt to
each peck, and let them so lie for two days. Then put them into a
crock of earthenware, and let them be macerated in a cool baker’s
oven for six hours or so, and, when cold, press out the juice, which
boil with the following, to each gallon of the liquor:
Mace ½ oz.
Jamaica pepper 1 oz.
Black pepper 1 oz.
Cloves 1½ oz.
Ginger 1 oz.
Garlic 1 oz.
Bay salt 9 oz.
The simmering and skimming must be continued as long as any filth
rises, and let it then be put away for a day or two, and boiled up
again, being kept well up to the boiling point until reduced to half its
original quantity. When cold it may be put into bottles and firmly
corked and waxed.
tomato catsup.
When tomatoes are fully ripe take two dozen of fine, large, sound
ones, put them into jars and bake until they are tender; strain off the
water from them, and pass the pulp through a sieve, then add to
every pound of the pulp,
Eschalots, shred 1 oz.
Garlic, shred ½ oz.
Bay salt ¼ oz.
White pepper, finely
powdered ¼ oz.
Chili vinegar 1 pint
Boil them together until the whole is quite soft, and pass it again
through a sieve. Now, to every pound of the pulp add the juice of two
lemons, and one large Seville orange, boil it again until it has
attained the consistence of thick cream, and when cold bottle it; cork
and seal well.
elder-flower vinegar.
Pick out all the stalks from a peck of fresh elder flowers and put
them into a vessel with two gallons of white-wine vinegar, set them
under the influence of bright sunbeams for fourteen days and
upwards, or at a short distance from a continuous fire, and then filter
the vinegar through a new flannel bag; fill bottles, which must be well
corked and sealed.
tarragon vinegar.
Take the leaves of tarragon just before it blossoms, put a pound of
them to three quarts of the best white-wine vinegar in a stone jar,
and let them infuse sixteen days. Then drain it and strain through a
flannel bag; add for every two gallons a quarter of an ounce of
isinglass dissolved in sherry wine, and let it be agitated briskly in a
large stone bottle two days. Leave it a month to get fine, then draw it
off into clean dry glass bottles, which cork well and seal.
white-gooseberry vinegar.
Vinegars should be made at home if you wish to rely upon their
quality. This will be superior to any white-wine vinegar, “so called at
the shops,” and as such will be extremely serviceable in all large
establishments and families. Choose fruit of the lightest colour you
can get when fully ripe, mash it with a wooden mallet or potato
beetle. To every peck of the fruit put two gallons of water, stir them
well for an hour and let them ferment three weeks, repeating the
stirring daily. Then strain off the liquor and add for every gallon:
Loaf sugar 1 lb.
Yeast, thick and fresh 1 tablespoonful
Treacle 1 tablespoonful
Let it work for three or four days, then put it into a sweet barrel of
convenient size, and stop it down for twelve months.
an excellent curry-powder.
Turmeric 2 oz.
Coriander seeds 6 oz.
Ginger ½ oz.
Cinnamon 2 drachms
Cayenne pepper 6 drachms
Black pepper ½ oz.
Mace 1 drachm
Fenugreek 1½ oz.
Pimento 2 drachms
Cloves 1 drachm
Nutmeg ½ oz.
Pound all the above separately in a mortar, mix thoroughly for twenty
minutes, then sift and again pound the returns, which, when in finest
powder, mix with bulk; put into dry bottles, cork them well and seal.
Some persons prefer more turmeric and less coriander. Others add
two ounces of the best Durham mustard (scorched). Others, half an
ounce of cardamoms or two ounces of cummin. The colour should
be light yellow—brown, not bright yellow.
notes.
It has been incontestably proved by Baron Liebig and other
Professors of Chemistry, that the albumen and gelatine constitute
the leading nutritive ingredients in the different kinds of flesh and fish
used as food; and I have arrived at the conclusion, that any mode of
curing which deprives them of these valuable properties, is opposed
to facts in science and to common-sense, and cannot therefore be
tolerated.
On the nutritive properties of animal food, Professor Brande
writes: “When the muscular parts of animals are washed repeatedly
in cold water, the fibrinous matter which remains, consists chiefly of
albumen, and is, in its chemical properties, analogous to the clot of
blood.”
In mutton, the albumen or fibrin amounts to as much as twenty-
two per cent., and of gelatine to seven per cent., giving a total of
twenty-nine per cent. of nutritive matter. In beef, the albumen is
twenty, and the gelatine six per cent., yielding a total of twenty-six
per cent. of nutritive matter.
When a piece of meat is covered with salt, or immersed in brine,
the salt penetrates the whole fibre of the flesh, and the juices
contained within are drawn out, and mix with the brine; the salts of
potass contained in it, are exchanged and superseded by those of
soda, derived from the salt with which it has been cured; now, as a
constant supply of potass is required in the system to renew the
muscular fibre, it is quite clear that the want of it must be attended
with some derangement of the health; and hence the benefit derived
from the taking of vegetables, which by supplying potass, make up
for the want of this alkali in the meat.
Albumen is coagulated by heat, and is drawn out by cold water;
this fact is referred to in Note, No. 11.
Geese, smoked, 79
German saveloys, 89
Gherkins, pickled, 156
Grapes, „ 152
Goose, a perpetual (beef’s heart), 34
Green West India ginger, preserved, 134
Italian Cincerelli, 65
Kippered Herrings, 52
— superior, spiced, 53
— salmon, superior, 40
Mackarel Kippered, 45
— (May-fish), 46
— superior pressed, 47
Maltcooms, to keep cured goods in, 4
Mangoes, pickled, 161
Marinated herrings, 103
— eels, 99
— high flavour, 100
— salmon, 92
— sprats, 104
— shrimps, 96
— salmon roes, 127
— tench and carp, 93
— trout and grayling, 97
— veal, 125
— another method, 126
Marmalade, raspberry, 144
Moor-game, potted, 115
Morello cherries, jam of, 144
Mushroom catsup, 171
— buttons, pickled, for pies and sauces, 168
Mutton, dried as in the Ardennes, 29
— breast of, collar as venison, 33
— haunch as venison, 26
— thigh of l’Diable, 27
— Welsh hams, 28
Pickled Vegetables,
— asparagus, 155
— barberries, 154
— beetroots, 167
— cauliflowers, 146
— currants, red, 151
— celery, 151
— codlins, 154
— gherkins, 156
— golden pippins, 165
— grapes, 152
— mushrooms, white, 147
— mangoes (lemon), 159
— lemon pickle, 160
— mangoes (cucumber), 161
— nasturtiums, 166
— mushroom buttons, 168
— peaches and nectarines, 165
— piccalilli, 157
— parsley (green), 169
— onions, silver, 148
— walnuts, green, 163
— „ white, 164
— samphire, 146
Pickled Meats and Fish,
— herrings, 73
— smelts, 101
— lobsters, 102
Pickle for pork, 31
— superior, 32
— a preservative (excellent), 32
— the Hambro’, for beef and pork, 31
Pig, a young one collared, 112
Polony, Russian, 87
Provocative, a, 132
Portable soup, 78
— much richer, 78
Porker’s head, smoked, 23
Preservatives, 4
Potted beef’s heart, 122
— crabs, 107
— hare, 114
— eels, 118
— lobsters, 106
— Moor game, 115
— ox cheek, 84
— neat’s tongue, 121
— beef as hare, 120
— pigeons, 86
— snipes and woodcocks, 116
— shrimps, 119
— „ l’Diable, 85
— trout, 117
— venison, 124
Preserved
— apricots, 140
— barberries, 142
— cucumbers, 137
— golden pippins, 143
— greengage plums, 138
— damsons, 140
— Hambro’ grapes, 142
— lemons, 139
— Morello cherries, 141
— peaches and nectarines, 138
— tomatoes, 136
Smoked Meats,
— beef’s heart, 10
— beef hams, 13
— „ Breslau, 14
— boar’s head, 19
— calf’s head brawn, 76
— Dutch beef, 25
— geese, smoked, 78
— goose, a perpetual, 34
— Hambro beef, 13
— hung beef, 6
— Leicestershire spiced bacon, 23
— Melton hunt beef, 9
— mutton, as in the Ardennes, 29
— neats’ tongues, high flavour,17
— Norfolk chine, 21
— porker’s head, 23
— polony, Russian, 87
— German saveloys, 89
— venison, side of, 111
— Whitehaven corned beef, 15
— Westphalia hams, 19
— „ eclipsed,20
Smoked Fish,
— eels, river, 62
— „ conger, 66
— Gorgona anchovies, 63
— herrings, bloaters, 50
— „ kippered, 51
— Mackerel, kippered, 45
— „ May-fish, 46
— „ superior, 47
— salmon, Welsh, 37
— „ Dutch, 39
— „ superior kipper, 40
— „ American, 48
— „ collared, 43
— herrings, Digby, 55
— „ Aberdeen reds,55
— speldings, 56
— sprats, 56
Smelts, pickled, 101
— potted, 105
Snipes and woodcocks, potted, 116
Sprats, marinated, 104
Shrimps, essence of, 128
Sausage spice (French), 132
Syrup for preserving fruit, to prepare, 132
Samphire, green, pickled, 146
Silver onions, pickled, 148
Syrup d’Orgeat (French), 174