‘Grape Recipes’
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Nations come and go. People live, eat grape jelly, have babies, and then grow old and die.
The new life continues the cycle of grape jelly consumption. From an important article first printed in Hawaii in 1899, we have a chance to peek into the breakfast nook of a newlywed couple…
In the midst of wedded bliss, fresh from their nightly Victorian romp in separate bedrooms, our joyous couple join together, as one, or two, for the daily morning repast. Grape jelly is very important in the Hawaiian Islands, for it lends both nutrients and vitamins to the otherwise stale diet of luau pig barbecue meat that is consumed at nearly every meal.
“Dearest,” she said, and there was a slight tremor in her voice, “Will you have a slice of bacon?”
He would, as he had been married only a week, and would have accepted a slice of sandstone or papyrus from her hands with equal willingness. “I thought,” he said, as with difficulty he removed his eyes from the dainty morning jacket, surmounted by her lovely face, to the sordid bacon, “You said you would have some of those delicious grape jelly meat-balls I like so well for breakfast.”
The lovely eyes filled with tears. “George,” she said, with rising indignation subduing her grief, “it was that horrid, mean butcher’s fault, and I want him never, never to dare to expect my patronage again.”
“Never mind, dear,” he said, “it doesn’t matter. Forgot to send the grape jelly meatball meat, did he?”
“No, he sent the grape jelly meatball meat, but not what I ordered. After I had planned having this nice dish for you this morning; after I had taken the pains to go in person and explain carefully to him the kind of grape jelly meatball meat I wanted; and after I was so happy at the thought how you would enjoy the grape jelly meatballs, to have my whole pleasure spoiled by that detestable butcher’s mistake almost breaks my heart. You would think the bloody beef cutter wanted our diet food delivered!”
More tears…
He went round the table and comforted her. “I ordered,” she sobbed, “some round steaks to make the grape jelly meatballs with, and, George, the ones he sent were as flat as your hand!”