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Sampling Cook's wares

1888 Yorkshire

The new house seemed horribly empty devoid as it was of servants. I had but recently acquired it as part of a gambling debt and had come to make a brief assessment.

First impressions were that of a dismal location guaranteed to shorten anyone’s life with a bout of pheumonia. The house was by far the most imposing of any in the village having been the mine owner’s house before the adjacent coal mine closed. Serried ranks of miners abodes still clung to the hillside but each daybreak the men of the village formed up like a brigade of militia and marched three miles to Danby New pit where the coal seams ran deep and true.

Standing on its own raised above the road the house reared upto the sky with the chimneys seemingly touching the lowering rain clouds and the rain seemed to be a permanent feature of the area.

Long experience led me to advertise for staff in a town some way away, local seving maids would all to often steal items like prime cuts of meat for their families and throw away perfectly good bedding and the like which their families and friends then purloined.

Obtaining staff from nearby but not too near obviated this problem.

Thus it occurred that I arrived at one quarter past eight on the first train from Mansfield having spent an uncomfortable night in the station hotel. I unlocked the property and ushered in a locally recruited char woman who I had engaged to light my fires.

She toiled ineffectively and eventually achieved a ...

... great deal of smoke if little heat and with various clocks persuaded into life the house began to look vaguely homely the furniture having been acquired with the property.

My interviews started at eleven of the clock, two housemaids, remarkably stupid giggling maids, I rapidly engaged when they proved incapable of working out how many hours there are in a week as one example of their stupidity.

Cook was however a different matter, needing a measure of skill rather than a great deal of stupidity.

The first applicant had as requested brought an apple tart she had made. She was quite comely,a spinster probably, well spoken but the pie, well one bite was enough and she was back on the doorstep almost before she had sat down.

The next applicant was a widow, quite rotund as if she enjoyed her own cooking. I chatted to her for a while before sampling the pie which she had brought and had insisted on heating on the range. I cut a slice. It was a meat pie.

“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded.

“No good a fine genteman like you having an apple pie for his lunch, why it would be bitter on the tongue, far better to have some meat and buld up your strength.” she insisted.

“So you know my mind better than I do you?” I retorted.

“That I do and any time now you will make me an offer of employment,” she said, “My previous employer gave me reference saying I gave complete satisfaction.”

“Yes so I see,” I agreed as I read exactly that on the letter of reference she ...