My mother made a cake dough similar to that of pound cake.

To one portion she added cinnamon, to the other chocolate, and the last portion was flavored with vanilla.

A piece of dough the size of a small marble was placed in the wafer iron, which was then pressed together and held over the fire in the range, by a long handle, until the wafer was crisp and brown.

They are delicious and will keep indefinitely." The Professor's wife finished speaking to Mary, and turned to her daughter Elizabeth, saying, "It is time I mix the dough if we are to have 'Boova Shenkel' for dinner today.

I see the potatoes have steamed tender." "Oh, goody!" said Pauline, "I just love 'Boova Shenkel!'" "Then," said her Mother, "run down into the cellar and get me three eggs for them, and Mary, I'll write off the recipe for you, if you wish it, as I feel sure you'll like them as well as Pauline.