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Jay and Ruby Other things we selected from the dim-sum carts: potstickers, pork buns, almond and mango pudding, three kinds of shrimp dumpli...

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Tequila!

I am reading <i>Tequila! A Natural and Cultural History</i> by Ana G. Valenzuela-Zapata and Gary Paul Nabhan. Science and poetic description combine beautifully as the author describes the taxonomy of the agave plant used in the beverage, its long history beginning in prehistoric Mexico, and the lives and traditions of the Mexican agricultural workers who plant, cultivate, and harvest the agave crop. Valenzuela-Zapata describes their hard physical labor and the taxing heat and aridity of the fields, the simple meals they cook and eat while working, and their "quixotic" oral tradition.<br /><br />"Mescaleros are forever spinning yarns about mescal -- the plant and the spirit -- while working in fields or resting in the nearby shade, and while jiving on the street corner or drinking in the cantina on the village plaza," writes the author. "They keep up their running commentary while bolting for cover during a sudden downpour, or cursing the sun as it bakes the plants they have tended for seasons." (p. 31)<br /><br />The labor continues in the distilleries where huge harvested "pinas" are roasted and their liquid fermented, possibly with sugar, into a variety of tequilas. The lore continues, backward and forward in time, in many traditions of eating and drinking the fruit of this very widespread plant.<br /><br />Two images kept recurring in  my mind. One was of a worker taking care of huge agave plants at Lotus Land, an eccentric botanical garden in Santa Barbara that I visited in 2003; you can see the large pine-cone-like agave bulb similar to that used to make tequila:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi40OfqYJ46Ub_Pb6k0yU-F89G0zce3PwcvF_FV1Ra7h-T4Fko5f8NJsbsRAqjtAfsXyc6RW4SKX7lxMubxWmFTJD0D93mLmBU3fUZhByjJDKfOdgnKv9kXHzzdN4FZlDv5fTXhGF-DU_/s1600/114_1403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi40OfqYJ46Ub_Pb6k0yU-F89G0zce3PwcvF_FV1Ra7h-T4Fko5f8NJsbsRAqjtAfsXyc6RW4SKX7lxMubxWmFTJD0D93mLmBU3fUZhByjJDKfOdgnKv9kXHzzdN4FZlDv5fTXhGF-DU_/s400/114_1403.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />The second image is of Mayahuel, Aztec goddess of agave, mentioned at various points in the book:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUwFnllBjcnhBYZnvPy8d-hi-w_SWnLLNdXbIjVChCIgDLJCFPvfwQ8K3DiyxbZ1HXG_y7Y53wnuH3eNF16c8NwN8YkLuDP_uA9pZNfDlZfboRY8jWFMack4n7fCL1yOdQ_MfHrO_qMUu/s1600/mayahuel-goddess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUwFnllBjcnhBYZnvPy8d-hi-w_SWnLLNdXbIjVChCIgDLJCFPvfwQ8K3DiyxbZ1HXG_y7Y53wnuH3eNF16c8NwN8YkLuDP_uA9pZNfDlZfboRY8jWFMack4n7fCL1yOdQ_MfHrO_qMUu/s640/mayahuel-goddess.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I'm looking forward to a lively discussion of the book in my culinary book club next week.

Tequila!

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Turkey Sushi

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVVOHb00E6KhCuGl8ZqX0M-pJwmHcXhPrW8ZWlFdzBfFPV5IETrWroUB_0oPSF8coSmGIMqBcvQ6dhOdlsX7q1n46eft0nMNFQh99Jso0DnOOHgg7EjgAEER1CXqaEjs2hzClbHXJDtPk/s1600/turkeysushi1615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVVOHb00E6KhCuGl8ZqX0M-pJwmHcXhPrW8ZWlFdzBfFPV5IETrWroUB_0oPSF8coSmGIMqBcvQ6dhOdlsX7q1n46eft0nMNFQh99Jso0DnOOHgg7EjgAEER1CXqaEjs2hzClbHXJDtPk/s640/turkeysushi1615.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />For lunch, we couldn't go out for sushi since we still had a lot of turkey and other leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner. So I made Thanksgiving sushi, as illustrated above. Then we got in the car and drove from Lafayette to Ann Arbor where we are safely home. We have no leftovers here so maybe we'll have fish sushi or some other not so Thanksgiving-y dinner.

Turkey Sushi

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Fresh Eggs

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcNcVpdE2yyRzNw_3IMamNIJo5t7hyfodzCjdtSaIMTY9gOT-RVhrvR-ZO6UkzUtsdAMzckoVFMIFaCeO4hDdopyVw-YIZEMp_0b2j46NAj91uqWyQQjNGX2d6lJoGRKx5-YX3sDZkCcGB/s1600/IMG_1608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcNcVpdE2yyRzNw_3IMamNIJo5t7hyfodzCjdtSaIMTY9gOT-RVhrvR-ZO6UkzUtsdAMzckoVFMIFaCeO4hDdopyVw-YIZEMp_0b2j46NAj91uqWyQQjNGX2d6lJoGRKx5-YX3sDZkCcGB/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />The whitish green eggs are from a hen named Jello and the brown eggs are from a hen named Marguerite. Jello and Marguerite and another hen all live in the back yard of our neighbors, who gave us these wonderful eggs. We brought them along for our Thanksgiving visit to Lafayette.<br /><br />When I cracked them open, I could see how fresh they looked:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhxeUpKamASvMQcIfxh6aMC9zPmMw7mrDsGJgdEFAWVOEyDNfBujaIXv9-v4NBMg-eCOxomgkvb_dqyeiayNOmI_KLV5gCq5zbqQ9P1YHyKUfuSDRxxjaZpM4gERu9UliIhZiPkM59Jnc/s1600/IMG_1610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhxeUpKamASvMQcIfxh6aMC9zPmMw7mrDsGJgdEFAWVOEyDNfBujaIXv9-v4NBMg-eCOxomgkvb_dqyeiayNOmI_KLV5gCq5zbqQ9P1YHyKUfuSDRxxjaZpM4gERu9UliIhZiPkM59Jnc/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />I made them into a tortilla espanola, that is, a potato omelet.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN38fIR1n7lKmtmATvXXaPPXNeCUcxKyGA_QEryz5g3PgPtiMV7sBeWIHQM6145ch4YrawyjJbOA8tJA1wTRXbBjO_YkRurdw6s7vKYrpAXPz59LbwcSQUwVrz-KI7qywMBnYthPEThy0c/s1600/IMG_1613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN38fIR1n7lKmtmATvXXaPPXNeCUcxKyGA_QEryz5g3PgPtiMV7sBeWIHQM6145ch4YrawyjJbOA8tJA1wTRXbBjO_YkRurdw6s7vKYrpAXPz59LbwcSQUwVrz-KI7qywMBnYthPEThy0c/s320/IMG_1613.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />We have eaten it all! We are thankful to our neighbors for the lovely eggs.

Fresh Eggs

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Dinner!

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Dinner!

Turkey, cranberry sauce, plum chutney, and several vegetables Ready to eat... Apple pie, chocolate pie, cranberry bread Our turkey centerpie...

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Vector Field with Garlic

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Thanksgiving Underway

By the time we arrived here in West Lafayette, the turkey was in the oven and almost everything ready to cook for Thanksgiving dinner, which will be later this afternoon. Also, Elaine had lunch all ready for us. What luxury!<br /><br />After lunch, she recruited Len and Larry to make some roast vegetables on the grill outside. It's over 60 degrees -- perfect for a bit of outdoor cooking: <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJHyMPO5TcyvtZlG9M7sEZCSH6KJ1hKMYfnSDf8jTd36ZKP47QEns7rR-CaeBKKgwD9MoPYuyEyQ-3Y2BKQm4qm4_o78EBl8OA4ulSGdAzDwrztn_F3pHhJltfr9rp-QBFyxLNgs0lvKp/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJHyMPO5TcyvtZlG9M7sEZCSH6KJ1hKMYfnSDf8jTd36ZKP47QEns7rR-CaeBKKgwD9MoPYuyEyQ-3Y2BKQm4qm4_o78EBl8OA4ulSGdAzDwrztn_F3pHhJltfr9rp-QBFyxLNgs0lvKp/s640/IMG_1564.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />Delia was doing a little cooking in a frisbee before actually playing frisbee or jumping rope with Joel:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifympiUESiT4VqqkQTziUKt9DzZKujjhBuz4_HMaQclWqi10M92MxhSyeHsLzsUFo1_RfnoFZmgD3i7yoYuD1ZEkP7Dv9cNKIP6qmneaPwueGXXGPZJu4m6bdDo-MMOFHStUiHSYunFR6R/s1600/IMG_1568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifympiUESiT4VqqkQTziUKt9DzZKujjhBuz4_HMaQclWqi10M92MxhSyeHsLzsUFo1_RfnoFZmgD3i7yoYuD1ZEkP7Dv9cNKIP6qmneaPwueGXXGPZJu4m6bdDo-MMOFHStUiHSYunFR6R/s400/IMG_1568.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoD6O9DXhwfa11rdwrVw6zUTxVgpmkbQwqB-NY3NC1jmKD37lwNE49V-VCi_vpjb5FVOh8XNx8MtEBZAsCR-JdRxYn3yx7pp09dD44yJmVqe8YqRMTTJfNDaXLCUO4HNr5LFXAygrbN8Lu/s1600/IMG_1569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoD6O9DXhwfa11rdwrVw6zUTxVgpmkbQwqB-NY3NC1jmKD37lwNE49V-VCi_vpjb5FVOh8XNx8MtEBZAsCR-JdRxYn3yx7pp09dD44yJmVqe8YqRMTTJfNDaXLCUO4HNr5LFXAygrbN8Lu/s320/IMG_1569.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Vegetables cooking</i></span></div>

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More Thanksgiving Math

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More Thanksgiving Math

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Thanksgiving Mathematics

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Thanksgiving Mathematics

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The End of the Twinkie

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcTBiqVw6YfFt2PgTaqkxufgixoG6qIb5wdExK6kK-cgXRbkXXJfCjqpIYRg1ps7-Xi7eoZ6oTi9LemwJmYGyqG-M9DFZNT1bRRWlAHfuxCiG5bAml0Jr8rJSL5bQMWBjfHAncRXxWGJQ/s1600/twinkieday.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457065926209672018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcTBiqVw6YfFt2PgTaqkxufgixoG6qIb5wdExK6kK-cgXRbkXXJfCjqpIYRg1ps7-Xi7eoZ6oTi9LemwJmYGyqG-M9DFZNT1bRRWlAHfuxCiG5bAml0Jr8rJSL5bQMWBjfHAncRXxWGJQ/s320/twinkieday.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 198px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>I had my last Twinkie a couple of years ago for Twinkie Day -- April of 2010. The funny thing, I wrote then, is that I remember thinking they were new when I first ate them as an elementary school child. That was long after 1930 when they were invented. Actually, I liked them. So after twinkieless years, I bought a package of 10 individually wrapped Twinkies. Despite the mile-long list of industrial ingredients, it tasted pretty good (the second helping, not so much).<br /><br />And now there will be no more Twinkies. The newspapers are full of reports on the final dissolution of Hostess Brands -- the Washington Post even wrote an obituary: "<a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/style/a-eulogy-for-the-humble-hostess-twinkie/2012/11/16/1bb1e3c0-300c-11e2-a30e-5ca76eeec857_story.html?hpid=z4">A eulogy for the humble Hostess Twinkie.</a>" People are stocking up on them, though the recipe and process may be sold as part of the defunct corporation's assets, and thus the Twinkie may rise again.<br /><br />I read a book about Twinkies once. Here's a selection from my report, also from 2010:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B001UE7DHI/sr=8-1/qid=1271269527/ref=dp_image_0?ie=UTF8&n=283155&s=books&qid=1271269527&sr=8-1" onclick="return amz_js_PopWin(this.href,'AmazonHelp','width=700,height=600,resizable=1,scrollbars=1,toolbar=0,status=1');" target="AmazonHelp"><img alt="Twinkie, Deconstructed: My Journey to Discover How the Ingredients Found in Processed Foods Are Grown, Mined (Yes, Mined), and Manipulated into What America Eats" border="0" height="300" id="prodImage" onload="if (typeof uet == 'function') { uet('af'); }" onmouseover="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Y88dFGR-L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="300" /></a><br /><br />"Twinkies' buttery flavor provides the richness we expect from cake and likely also helps to mask their oiliness. Since due to cost and rancidity issues there's no room in a packaged cake like Twinkies for fresh butter, artificial butter is the answer. ... The most surprising thing about it is that it really stinks." In fact, we learn, many flavor chemicals smell "positively awful." Even natural flavors like vanilla have so many different flavor elements that some of them have unappealing notes, at least to some people.<br /><br />"Memory is also important to taste.... When we eat a favorite snack cake, we expect it to taste exactly as we remember from last time, or from childhood." And we expect it to <span style="font-style: italic;">feel</span> the same. In <span style="font-style: italic;">Twinkie Deconstructed</span>, author Steve Ettlinger provides an ingredient-by-ingredient analysis of just how Twinkies are put together: the flavors of sugar, vanilla, and butter; the texture of filling and cake; and the way the cake stays dry and the filling stays creamy. I sort of reacted to this when I took a bite of the Twinkie, but I could also detect some of the chemical notes in its composition.<br /><br />In all Ettlinger counted 39 ingredients listed on the package of Twinkies a few years ago. He points out that the recipe subtly changes over time -- my Twinkie box was indeed just a bit different, but of course sugary-buttery cake and creamy vanilla filling predominate. Two of the three main flavors, vanilla and butter, are present only in artificial form, and another expected component, eggs, is mainly there as artificial stabilizers, with maybe 1/500 of a real egg in each Twinkie.<br /><br />I decided to buy a copy of <span style="font-style: italic;">Twinkie Deconstructed</span> when I celebrated Twinkie Day as I described above. I found the book quite fascinating. I liked the description of each ingredient's function in creating taste or texture in the baking process, the history of the product or the story of its invention, and the descriptions of how each one is made.<br /><br />In his quest to deconstruct the Twinkie, the author visited the manufacturing plants where most of them are milled, refined, mined (yes, chemical leavening comes from mines), assembled or derived (mostly from petroleum), and often secretly manufactured (as in the case of vitamins). His sense of panic when deep down in a soda mine was especially memorable. His text lists of other processed foods that use each of the components, especially the artificial ones. Even flour, the least processed ingredient, is a pretty highly processed substance. Did you know that some of the fat in Twinkies is from beef? Me neither. Wow!

The End of the Twinkie

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Calder's Fork

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNyNYeB7EpPalZgFdiF5amk_5EAZ86iU4jHDzAnPv3TMTVenSs7n_1HnI_aHTIVGkUnPegvV9Py66AFor82JxmMtkkUbcRClg-ZEHMWvEU_2IVsBJz_jG8EjXAczk0lHT_euwlkPYW-wn/s1600/calders-fanciful-kitchen.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNyNYeB7EpPalZgFdiF5amk_5EAZ86iU4jHDzAnPv3TMTVenSs7n_1HnI_aHTIVGkUnPegvV9Py66AFor82JxmMtkkUbcRClg-ZEHMWvEU_2IVsBJz_jG8EjXAczk0lHT_euwlkPYW-wn/s400/calders-fanciful-kitchen.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />In the <i>Los Angeles Times Today</i>: "<a href="http://www.latimes.com/features/food/dailydish/la-dd-alexander-calders-fanciful-kitchen-utensils-20121106,0,7923386.story">Alexander Calder's fanciful kitchen utensils</a>" -- he'd make them for his wife when she needed something. I'm a big fan of his fanciful wire and metal objects, such as portraits and his circus. I wonder if I can find the book, <i>Calder at Home</i>, that these images are from.

Calder's Fork

In the Los Angeles Times Today : " Alexander Calder's fanciful kitchen utensils " -- he'd make them for his wife when she ...

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Mo Yan: The Garlic Ballads

<div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxj8aEToanNXXu-zJNpjUvdqWJb4gmvTnluzQUbS2pMVKxnfD4MKaisnPEEh8k13SyDnXJmyi7fb_61BQEpYVghZ4-NV98hN4oY30Yj7aAvJfwhkFa64J-GNMWC1K94xvlpxZOdWIDrmS/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-10-31+at+2.17.42+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxj8aEToanNXXu-zJNpjUvdqWJb4gmvTnluzQUbS2pMVKxnfD4MKaisnPEEh8k13SyDnXJmyi7fb_61BQEpYVghZ4-NV98hN4oY30Yj7aAvJfwhkFa64J-GNMWC1K94xvlpxZOdWIDrmS/s320/Screen+shot+2012-10-31+at+2.17.42+PM.png" width="224" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:DocumentProperties> <o:Template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:Revision>0</o:Revision> <o:TotalTime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:Pages>1</o:Pages> <o:Words>728</o:Words> <o:Characters>4151</o:Characters> <o:Company>University of Michigan</o:Company> <o:Lines>34</o:Lines> <o:Paragraphs>8</o:Paragraphs> <o:CharactersWithSpaces>5097</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:Version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:DontAutofitConstrainedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument></xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="276"> </w:LatentStyles></xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]><style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style><![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <br /><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t understand China, but I decided to read <i>The Garlic Ballads</i> by this year’s Nobelist in Literature, Mo Yan. I don’t understand the book any more than anything else about China. I can follow the narrative, which is not in chronological order, but still not too complicated -- I just find the culture to be a challenge.<br /><br />At the beginning of each chapter of <i>The Garlic Ballads</i>, we hear a few lines about garlic and politics, sung by a blind street singer named Zhang Kou. At the beginning:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i>“Pray listen, my fellow villagers, to Zhang Kou’s tale of the mortal world and Paradise!</i> </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i></i><i>The nation’s founder, Emperor Liu of the Great Han,</i> </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i></i><i>Comanded citizens of our country to plant garlic for tribute…”</i> (p. 1)</blockquote></div><div class="MsoNormal">Who is Emperor Liu? I don’t know. Why garlic? We’ll find out.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">After a few lines of ballad starting each chapter, the author slowly introduces a number of characters: dirt farmers in the village, the poor and mistreated of China. They have planted garlic for the 1987 harvest because it was selling for a lot of money – and because the planners told them to. They are very poor. They complain all the time because of rapidly rising prices of the things they need, such as pork and fertilizer for their garlic fields. The peasant women even have to stand in line at the birthing center. They constantly have to bribe the officials, who live much better than they do.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">When it’s time to sell the garlic, the market collapses and the farmers are left worse off than ever. Communist ideals of earlier days have been betrayed as this new free enterprise enables whole new abusive situations under the onus of bureaucracy. I think that this life doesn’t make sense to the characters, and that’s a reason why it doesn’t make sense to me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The first chapter tells of the arrest of one of these farmers, Gao Yang, who seems to have no idea what crime he was being accused of. Soon we meet another character named Gao Ma, who is also accused of a crime – starting a riot at the local city hall. A third arrestee, who appears somewhat later, is a woman of the village with a complicated relationship to the others. The chapters bob and weave back and forth between the horrible conditions in their jail cells, the filth, the lice, the smells, the abusive fellow prisoners. We follow the prisoners’ memories of their lives, from the time their fellow elementary school students mistreated them, through the recent garlic debacle, and up to the time of their arrest.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Garlic is everywhere. Green shoots in the fields. Piled in the farmers’ carts pulled by cow or donkey. In everything the farmers eat. Overflowing the warehouses. Confiscated in shakedowns by petty officials. Rotting in the street. An ingredient in many very unappetizing meals. Garlic everywhere! The crop should have sold for lots of money. As the blind poet said<i>,<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-indent: 3.0pt;"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i>“Sing of the brilliant Party Central Committee… Elders and brothers, get rich on garlic, remake yourselves!” </i>(p. 205)</blockquote></div><div class="MsoNormal">Food is one of the principal elements in the characters’ lives. Most of the time they eat coarse flatbread “hard and resistant as a frozen rag.” In jail, one prisoner receives a bowl of noodle soup to make others jealous, so they will abuse him – their normal ration is “one steamed bun and a ladleful of soup.” (p. 87) The best meal in book is for a prisoner on death row -- a last dinner of fatty pork, potatoes, wafer cakes fried on a griddle and stuffed with green onions, and bean paste. (p. 247) Prison buns are made from stale mildewed flour with a few vegetables – and garlic, “raw, cold garlic,” “cold garlic broth” (pp. 79, 123)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Sometimes I felt as if I was reading an even grimmer version of the “laughter through tears” style of Yiddish writers like Sholem Aleichem, whose characters endured similar mistreatment -- though not really as degrading. Reviewers have compared Mo Yan to Dickens, to Faulkner, or to South American Magical Realists. Hmmm.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Comedy or tragedy? There’s a comic scene when Gao Ma attempts to take a bride whose family had promised her elsewhere. But her tragic suicide is in no way amusing. The failure to sell garlic involves some comic scenes. But as the discouraged farmers, who had waited in a line of “farmers, trucks, oxcarts, horsecarts, tractors, bicycles, even motorbikes” (p. 130), dragged their garlic back home, one dies a tragic death when struck by a drunken official driving an unlicensed car. The riot in government offices is somewhat comic. I guess.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Jail time is too humiliating to be funny, as are lives of mistreatment in memories; one charater says “dogs are better off than we are. People feed them when they’re hungry, and as a last resort, they can survive on human waste.” (p. 124) Finally, one accused prisoner stands up to the judges at his trial, and a seemingly true voice of a noble soldier pleads for a better society. <br /><br /></div>The epigraph to the entire novel is attibuted to Joseph Stalin, “Novelists are so concerned with ‘man’s fate’ that they tend to lose sight of their own fate. Therein lies their tragedy.” I say attributed, since the only google hits for the quote are in articles about <i>The Garlic Ballads</i>, not about Stalin. I don’t understand this book.</div><!--EndFragment-->

Mo Yan: The Garlic Ballads

I don’t understand China, but I decided to read The Garlic Ballads by this year’s Nobelist in Literature, Mo Yan. I don’t understand t...

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School Lunch

<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/8087959278/" title="IMG_1224 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_1224" height="375" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8331/8087959278_899c213c1e.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br />School lunches are much in the news this fall, as recently-enacted nutritional standards are mandating changes. The public schools in St. Paul, Minnesota, have been experimenting with new programs for a few years, so I was very pleased to receive an invitation to have lunch at the Horace Mann Elementary School barbecue while visiting Miriam and Alice this week. I ate with Alice and several of her friends.<br /><br />"Sometimes they have completely gross foods," says Alice, "but others are the best. I like the veggie pizza, but the chicken teriyaki and other meat items are gross."<br /><br />As is evident in the photo, there are lots of vegetables -- and the classroom teachers discussed this with the children earlier in the year. Each child is required to try some veggies, which at least on the special family barbecue day were served on a sort of buffet in the cafeteria (which is also the gymnasium), after the line where the cafeteria ladies put the hot dog and baked beans on our foam trays. I gathered that there used to be things like chips on the menu which have disappeared this year.<br /><br />The hot dog came on a whole-grain bun, baked in the central food prep kitchen according to the various articles I read earlier this fall. Alice ate the bun but not the hot dog. The children separate the food from the foam trays after lunch, and the edible rejects go to feed pigs at a special farm.<br /><br />The "breakfast cookie" had lots of healthy ingredients, but didn't taste bad -- a tiny bit salty, I thought. Beverage choices: milk or chocolate milk. I doubt that I've tasted chocolate milk since I was eating in school cafeterias myself -- this was not as sweet and creamy as the chocolate milk of my childhood, if my memory serves.<br /><br />During lunch Alice and her friends normally play a game called "Hello, Bob." Someone starts by saying, "Hello, Bob. Say hello to Bob, Bob." The response is to say "Hello Bob," and turn to the next person and say the same thing. Everyone has to talk in a sort of British or Australian accent. Eventually they also say "Hello, Sheila," or "Hello, Steve Owen." Hard to describe this one, but a couple of other visiting fathers and mothers and I played along with the group.<br /><br />"The school lunches are better than our old school lunches," says Miriam, who ate lunch with Evelyn and Lenny and some of her friends elsewhere in the lunch room. "But home made lunches are still better."<br /><br />

School Lunch

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Disorder as art in food photos

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UB1eLSK53uNnjSS-6TqrlPpBqNMhlgv20h-vJ1hwFI_BXAmJhb-4R3Ygr0nSOTNXQlwdMqwz6ytxkaOLfeiHFa5FbLJiv2x8KiNKbYInNlFsN_TBFm53oyrZDsuZzDdk1Iz85hF0H2T8/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-10-10+at+6.12.27+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UB1eLSK53uNnjSS-6TqrlPpBqNMhlgv20h-vJ1hwFI_BXAmJhb-4R3Ygr0nSOTNXQlwdMqwz6ytxkaOLfeiHFa5FbLJiv2x8KiNKbYInNlFsN_TBFm53oyrZDsuZzDdk1Iz85hF0H2T8/s320/Screen+shot+2012-10-10+at+6.12.27+PM.png" width="258" /></a></div><br />Not all food in art is perfect, as many Renaissance artists illustrated. In a <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/10/arts/design/laura-letinskys-food-photography.html">current New York times article,</a> photographer Laura Letinsky's work demonstrates the same principles. Both in her fine-art work and in her magazine illustrations she uses chaotic or at least very informal tables with the remains of a meal, a cup of tea, or a party.<br /><br />According to the article:<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Dirty spoons, empty cantaloupe rinds, half-eaten lollipops and clumsily cut slices of bread are her trade. Her pieces, she said, explore 'the problem of the illusion of perfection.' ...  </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Even Brides, a magazine that would presumably want to present images of serenity and order, ran in its July issue Ms. Letinsky’s photographs of table settings. In these pictures macaroons are half-eaten and abandoned. Teacups and bowls are askew, and party organizers have hastily tied together a mishmash of silverware. The associates who work with Ms. Letinsky on these magazine pieces seem tickled by her chaos." </blockquote><br /> Several slick food magazines have used her work -- but evidently there are still quite a few editors who think their readers aren't ready for such realism.

Disorder as art in food photos

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McDonald's Everywhere

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlqsIYZckwkEKUS2EteEihb7syhM9Xh-uLLl4Rn33KXY6qOdSY3BFKme_AOJgz8zC-gKE0IriyN2s0q_krXKMwJNYZKnqwo2Y47E304pywPVxZp22ExBgNUgDs6YIvChIg4hQDxMXhgnh/s1600/Mc-Arabia-Chicken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlqsIYZckwkEKUS2EteEihb7syhM9Xh-uLLl4Rn33KXY6qOdSY3BFKme_AOJgz8zC-gKE0IriyN2s0q_krXKMwJNYZKnqwo2Y47E304pywPVxZp22ExBgNUgDs6YIvChIg4hQDxMXhgnh/s400/Mc-Arabia-Chicken.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://www.foreignpolicy.com/articles/2012/10/08/10_best_mcdonalds_meals_you_wont_find_in_the_us?page=full">Here: a wonderful illustrated round-up</a> of McDonald's adaptations in other lands. I would love to try some of them, like the Moroccan McArabia -- a cumin-spiced flatbread chicken sandwich (the article says it's beef but the photo is titled chicken). <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDM4Wh5eFmzQbZ0fWsIxJaPGs1xunClTqbMp4KujnhaK2_mPurqyvWPf9BMlg8HhVMjjFmZjrXHqU_YRI7a3_jXY8YxVSwyrhTmlak9yNsj5AldsDRAtSDlKeognVv-YSXsgzM-x71LK4I/s1600/kofte_burger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDM4Wh5eFmzQbZ0fWsIxJaPGs1xunClTqbMp4KujnhaK2_mPurqyvWPf9BMlg8HhVMjjFmZjrXHqU_YRI7a3_jXY8YxVSwyrhTmlak9yNsj5AldsDRAtSDlKeognVv-YSXsgzM-x71LK4I/s400/kofte_burger.jpg" width="300" /></a></div> <br />Or like the Turkish <b>Kofteburger</b> -- "the McDonaldization of kofte, a type of Turkish kebab made with mint and parsley." The photo looks pretty much like any McD's sandwich, but it includes a lot of parsley. In China there's even a special McD's for the Chinese New Year.

McDonald's Everywhere

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What makes us human?

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjUH43OG9dyIJ5_MLsH-c_avBomn8ewzThldpBNZe28i2uPFBfmJoyyXQe0JvDFElyoect6uqXElxiLzLfhzsV0aECIOp0qo198pvMDt5GiNNnA6_ky_rx7m2EFiAehRrw1xkBpYZ3MWUb/s1600/wrangham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjUH43OG9dyIJ5_MLsH-c_avBomn8ewzThldpBNZe28i2uPFBfmJoyyXQe0JvDFElyoect6uqXElxiLzLfhzsV0aECIOp0qo198pvMDt5GiNNnA6_ky_rx7m2EFiAehRrw1xkBpYZ3MWUb/s400/wrangham.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>Very early hominids at some point learned to eat cooked food. This allowed evolution of "smaller guts, bigger brains, bigger bodies, and reduced body hair; more running; more hunting; longer lives; calmer temperaments; and a new emphasis on bonding between females and males. The softness of their cooked plant foods selected for smaller teeth, the protection fire provided at night enabled them to sleep on the ground and lose their climbing ability, and females likely began cooking for male, whose time was increasingly free to search for more meat and honey. .... one lucky group became <i>Homo erectus</i> -- and humanity began."<br /><br />So ends the last chapter of<i> Catching Fire: How Cooking Made us Human</i> by Richard Wrangham (quotes from p. 194). The book is a wide-ranging compendium of the scientific evidence for each of the points made in this summary -- not a collection of speculations or just-so stories, but hard research-supported data. The evidence is overwhelming. And as a bonus, in the Epilogue, he observes some of the consequences of his conclusions as they apply to the modern tendency towards obesity, and has a really interesting overview of the deficits in currently available nutrition and calorie information.<br /><br />Wrangham's study of evolution and of the chemistry, physics, and nutritional value of cooked vs. raw foods has rapidly become a classic. From the time of first reviews, which I read shortly after its publication in 2009, until now, when it's referenced by a wide variety works on food and evolution, I've been meaning to read it. Finally I have done so.

What makes us human?

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A Judgement of Foodies

"Let's start the foodie backlash" by Steven Poole, <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012/sep/28/lets-start-foodie-backlash?CMP=twt_gu">a very long and ranting article</a> in <i>The Guardian</i>, condemns many things about the modern interest in food, in food TV, in exotic and excessively innovative cooking experiments, and in a wide variety of what he sees as a new version of gluttony.<br /><br />Straight out of primitive Christianity: medieval gluttony, he says, "wasn't necessarily a matter of eating too much; it was the problem of being excessively interested in food, whatever one's actual intake of it." He cites definitions by various authors:<br /><ul><li>Francine Prose -- gluttony is the "inordinate desire" for food, which makes us "depart from the path of reason."</li><li>Spenser's <i>The Faerie Queene</i> -- "loathsome Gluttony ... Whose mind in meat and drinke was drowned so." </li><li> Thomas Aquinas and Pope Gregory -- "gluttony can be committed in five different ways, among which are seeking more 'sumptuous foods' or wanting foods that are 'prepared more meticulously.'"</li></ul><div>Wow!<br /><br />Poole criticizes those who claim their love of food is spiritual; he condemns those who title their cookbooks Bibles; he sneers at those who say that their fine cooking is an art form. He delves into the  history of words like "foodie" and "foodist," finding nothing to like I would say.<br /><br />He summarizes his indictment: <br /><blockquote>Western industrial civilisation is eating itself stupid. We are living in the Age of Food. Cookery programmes bloat the television schedules, cookbooks strain the bookshop tables, celebrity chefs hawk their own brands of weird mince pies (Heston Blumenthal) or bronze-moulded pasta (Jamie Oliver) in the supermarkets, and cooks in super-expensive restaurants from Chicago to Copenhagen are the subject of hagiographic profiles in serious magazines and newspapers.</blockquote>Normal people would normally hate the foods they are made to love, he says. They are being psyched out by hype and fancy menu descriptions:<br /><blockquote>In an experiment, two psychologists gave different groups of people Heston Blumenthal's "Crab Ice-Cream" while describing it differently: one group was told it was about to eat a "savoury mousse", the other was expecting "ice-cream". The people given savoury mousse liked it, but the people thinking they were eating ice-cream found it "digusting" and even "the most unpleasant food they had ever tasted". The psychologists add that most food tastes "blander" without the "expectation of flavour caused by the visual appearance or verbal description of what is going to be eaten".</blockquote>I have my suspicions of the foodie trends that reach my little town Ann Arbor in attenuated and rather absurd (and unappetizing) ways, but I'm overawed by the vigor of the charges in this screed! </div>

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Artichoke ice cream and other surprises

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAT9HXgdC3RwVukbKIYNia0W27qAqyHqYz7cuhp0K1RF-2rc7kC2WblBXmLxi0kLZhm_rEify7EVa34JV8AIhO7RCG_BZHjjFkMvLmza-deMKdUgTkusuohSyhLbNtz3NUepok28yiQ-Jr/s1600/sugar-snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAT9HXgdC3RwVukbKIYNia0W27qAqyHqYz7cuhp0K1RF-2rc7kC2WblBXmLxi0kLZhm_rEify7EVa34JV8AIhO7RCG_BZHjjFkMvLmza-deMKdUgTkusuohSyhLbNtz3NUepok28yiQ-Jr/s320/sugar-snow.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>In the 18th century, ice cream was a novelty. Not new -- even the Romans had frozen desserts, and the transition to ice cream was gradual. It's another thing Marco Polo might have seen in China (but he didn't seem to have mentioned it). Books about ice cream were definitely new in the 18th century, though, and they offered a variety of flavors that would shame modern chefs who think of themselves as so ingenious. "Almost from the beginning, confectioners have pushed the ice cream envelope," writes Jeri Quinzio in her book <i>Sugar and Snow: A History of Ice Cream Making</i>. While her book includes many other subjects, I found her descriptions of ice cream flavors from the past to be the most fascinating part.<br /><br />Artichoke ice cream -- <i>neige d'artichaux</i> in the original -- seems to me one of the most exotic. A French chef made it from "pistachios and candied orange, along with artichokes, and quite probably the finished product tasted less like artichokes than like pistachios and oranges," she says. (p. 39)<br /><br />Another ice cream maker in France used truffles -- the fungus kind, not the chocolate kind. Vanilla at the time, however, was not yet a commonly used flavor -- favorites of the time included fruits, flowers, and spices like cinnamon, cloves, anise, saffron. Quinzio cites an author from that period who said no vegetable existed that couldn't be turned into ice cream. Slightly later flavors were pomegranate, jasmine, fennel with lemon, and nougat candy. Or a combination of cinnamon, lemon peel, and bay leaf. (p. 53, 142)<br /><br />Parmesan cheese flavored ice cream is mentioned twice in <i>Sugar and Snow</i>. An author named Frederick Nutt mentioned it in a work called <i>The Complete Confectioner </i>in England in the late 18th or early 19th century. When talking of famous chefs of the late 20th century, Quinzio mentions miniature cornets filled with salmon tartare and crème fraîche but looking like ice cream cones -- part of a trend that includes desserts with new flavors that the chefs of the 18th century "would have recognized, such as Parmesan, artichoke, and truffle." (p. 207)<br /><br />Even the creation of ice-cream-like savory dishes is not new. <i>The Virginia House-Wife</i> by Mary Randolph in 1824 had many recipes for dessert ices, but among them was "frozen oyster cream" which was oyster soup, strained and frozen; Quinzio says that Randolph gives no serving suggestion or explanation of this recipe. Similarly, she cites <i>Fanny Farmer's Boston Cooking-School Cook Book's</i> recipe for Clam Frappé: the liquid from steamed clams frozen "to a mush." Quisno gives the entire recipe for a Cucumber Sorbet, which actually sounds pretty refreshing to me. She also mentions rye-bread and brown-bread flavored ice creams. (p. 59, 79, 143, 151)<br /><br />I enjoyed the historic material, for example, about the invention of the ice cream cone, which  did not originate at the St.Louis World's Fair/Louisiana Exposition in 1904, but was the first place that made street food from what had been a fancy, table-served dish. I was amused to hear of one "bombe" made of ice cream that was really supposed to remind people of anarchists, and of Seabees creating an improvised ice cream maker from airplane parts and Japanese shell cases on a Pacific Island in World War II (p. 71 & 195). I was delighted to learn more about marshmallows -- how they were melted and used for frozen desserts in early home freezers (my mother did this -- her specialty was coffee mallow, which didn't work when she got a freezer that maintained a truly cold temperature). And how Rocky Road ice cream with marshmallows in it was supposedly invented by William Dreyer in Oakland, California, in 1929. But I most loved the lists of exotic flavors.<br /><br /><br /><br />

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Sunkist Oranges and Birds Eye Peas

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUFTR_6NDH151xuTbcsAyaYMQ19pLMNaQfVeVCfpwjeHUWMBqpIvnr0Am2w0I0plUZgDSoh2JGnllJpLYMQXnhMD2HCBEaB2clf5NhXgoOywjRTBQMudhTHRrJsvbw2LcDjo1jbkTGBEX/s1600/Birdseye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUFTR_6NDH151xuTbcsAyaYMQ19pLMNaQfVeVCfpwjeHUWMBqpIvnr0Am2w0I0plUZgDSoh2JGnllJpLYMQXnhMD2HCBEaB2clf5NhXgoOywjRTBQMudhTHRrJsvbw2LcDjo1jbkTGBEX/s320/Birdseye.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Wednesday night I attended the regular meeting of the Culinary Book Club that I belong to. We read <i>Birdseye</i> by Mark Kurlansky, a biography of Clarence Birdseye. The subject of the bio developed processes for frozen food technology: how to freeze it quickly with a variety of huge devices, package it with new materials that survived freezing, and keep it frozen -- besides industrial freezing machines, he also developed less expensive refrigeration units for shipping and storing it in markets. Birdseye began with his own business, and then sold his idea to a company that could invest more in the project than he could raise. </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">That company became General Foods, and Birdseye, whose name became synonymous with frozen food (especially peas) ran a food lab for them for a number of years. I found him interesting both for having changed American food, including ideas for distribution to grocers and inventing freezers where they could store the foods he froze, and for his amazingly adventurous attitude towards eating and trying exotic foods and small game animals that most of his peers would not have accepted.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Birdseye also invented a variety of other very practical things such as a reflector lightbulb. He traveled to a number of spots in the New World, like Labrador -- where he got the idea for frozen food, which in its time was a big improvement over canning. The discussion was fun; some of us talked about our memories of refrigerators, ice men, ice boxes, and home freezers. One woman described how she received an upright freezer for a wedding present when she had almost no money, but her family considered it essential. </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6tldEpDzfD6YgMubkNIKCEw049Fs6bzQ1BmKfPyDX-e3WNeFKp0Hgq7xj9rOwgMmwFBqCR65P5re4139kezboeOW73keI7owpExWL7Ngu3EIN6ae3Yr67FHqFVaFrSpLGKPo0d3EGiR0/s1600/orange-empire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6tldEpDzfD6YgMubkNIKCEw049Fs6bzQ1BmKfPyDX-e3WNeFKp0Hgq7xj9rOwgMmwFBqCR65P5re4139kezboeOW73keI7owpExWL7Ngu3EIN6ae3Yr67FHqFVaFrSpLGKPo0d3EGiR0/s320/orange-empire.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">This week also, I read another book, <i>Orange Empire: California and the Fruits of Eden</i> by Douglas Cazaux Sackman. It's a more academic study but very well-written. It details the history of the orange industry in California -- and it was really an industry, allied with the Southern Pacific Railroad. Beginning around the turn of the 20th century, orange-grove owners figured out  how to mass-produce uniform fruits, which became a commodity. The growers' association united the rich owners of large groves, who marketed collectively under the still-well-known name Sunkist.<br /><br />The industry pioneered ways of advertising to create demand, including medical studies commissioned to show how important oranges were to health. Sound familiar? It was done again, perhaps more dishonestly, this decade by pomegranate producers in California, though the author doesn't mention that.<br /><br />The book answers one question I had wondered about in the past: when did oranges become common rather than a special treat to be eaten only at Christmas. I loved the description of a Sunkist ad where a woman asks a small grocer for oranges, and he says he stocks them only at Christmas -- but the point of the ad is that the bigger supermarkets, which were cooperating with the orange growers and railroads, were beginning to stock them all year. I believe this was in the 1920s, by which time piles of perfect oranges were on display in markets throughout the land, and people were becoming convinced to drink OJ for breakfast daily and feed it to babies.<br /><br />Further, the book documents how mass orange-growing was an industry with political implications for labor and unions, use of pesticides and other poisons, immigration, racism, exploitation of land and workers by rich growers, water rights, and a number of other issues that started 100 years ago and haven't been resolved in America. One radical critic of the terrible labor practices and union-busting efforts referred to the oranges as <i>Gunkist! </i>The conflicts involved a number of very famous Americans and famous books like <i>Grapes of Wrath</i> of course, as well as a fascinating governor's race in which the author Upton Sinclair almost won on a very radical platform. (The growers and railroads used a negative campaign to defeat him in the last 6 weeks: makes me shudder!)<br /><br />Most of the California groves have now been replaced by housing developments and urbanization; for example, Disneyland replaced orange groves. Both books are very very American stories that reveal interesting developments in American foodways.</div>

Sunkist Oranges and Birds Eye Peas

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Marshmallows

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEafRQ1njzG_FAPasR6h7EZSUFjEt237qPIef-SKbIoyLDxAUUIFw1F0a4kp5LaBJ9xGo49Mm1EskzXRILrgSV01Oak-42dEkYPdQkyYRBQBUZpZpxUaoC5XODQI5xjVSuKYcM6CA_9yMR/s1600/smores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEafRQ1njzG_FAPasR6h7EZSUFjEt237qPIef-SKbIoyLDxAUUIFw1F0a4kp5LaBJ9xGo49Mm1EskzXRILrgSV01Oak-42dEkYPdQkyYRBQBUZpZpxUaoC5XODQI5xjVSuKYcM6CA_9yMR/s320/smores.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />On one of the delightful reruns of Julia Child shows, she and Jacques Pepin make a turkey dinner with all the traditional side dishes. As she heaps sweet potatoes into a serving dish, she says something like this to the audience, "These are plain mashed sweet potatoes, but you could make candied sweet potatoes with marshmallows. I love candied sweet potatoes."<br /><br />Pepin says "I don't like marshmallows," and she answers, "Of course not, you're French."<br /><br />I've been aware for ages that French people generally don't like marshmallows -- I've probably already mentioned somewhere in this blog how a French friend trying a toasted marshmallow said "It's like a jellyfish."<br /><br />But here's the odd thing: the French invented marshmallows as we know them today, which in French are called <i>guimauves</i>. According to "<a href="http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/food/2011/01/its-a-marshmallow-world/">It's a Marshmallow World</a>," in <i>Smithsonian:</i> "The modern marshmallow confection is a mid-19th century French invention and was a cross between medicinal lozenge and bonbon."<br /><br />Like the English word <i>marshmallow,</i> the French <i>guimauve</i> is the name of a marsh plant whose root produces a sticky substance. An extract of this substance was originally used to provide the unique texture of marshmallows -- sticky but firm, I guess you could say. Gelatine was soon substituted for the extract of plant roots, and for a long time, the classic marshmallow or guimauve was made by confectioners. I'm curious how its popularity grew in the US while obviously declining or maybe never taking off in France. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCqjn88bX6dLvWdtWYcUUn7svyA_A_GTEjC4hsQ1F3o3x-7kAW4jiyhnieai1kFrKS9gp_TWz9kTP8KXpuuadFVXpqZRbeQCRcHpUTKKrEpd6B8ivVjvSZY8Hd0-eFlEhuV0l9lKrdasU/s1600/Althaea_officinalis_-_K%25C3%25B6hler%25E2%2580%2593s_Medizinal-Pflanzen-008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCqjn88bX6dLvWdtWYcUUn7svyA_A_GTEjC4hsQ1F3o3x-7kAW4jiyhnieai1kFrKS9gp_TWz9kTP8KXpuuadFVXpqZRbeQCRcHpUTKKrEpd6B8ivVjvSZY8Hd0-eFlEhuV0l9lKrdasU/s320/Althaea_officinalis_-_K%25C3%25B6hler%25E2%2580%2593s_Medizinal-Pflanzen-008.jpg" width="238" /></a></div>Use of the marshmallow plant (illustration at right from Wikipedia -- scientific name <i>Althaea officinalis</i>) has a long history. <i>Smithsonian:</i> "Greek physician Dioscorides advised that marshmallow extracts be used in treating wounds and inflammations. During the Renaissance, extracts from the plant’s roots and leaves were used for medicinal purposes, namely as an anti-inflamatory and soothing agent for sore throats." Wikipedia says that the Romans considered them a delicacy.<br /><br />Today's <i>New York Times Magazine</i> article "<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/09/16/magazine/who-made-that-marshmallow.html?_r=1&ref=magazine">Who Made that Marshmallow?</a>" contains the most recent history of how marshmallows are made. The 1950s saw the development of industrial processes to "jet puff" the marshmallows (note the words "Jet Puffed" on the marshmallow bag in the top photo). An invention created a series of machines that forced a "marshmallow slurry through tubes, subjected it to blasts of gas at 200 pounds per square inch, extruded it into long tails and then cut it into bite-size chunks." <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Rab6SRIRvKut2dN6Uislxkn1HZa24tTah5dRA81eKMgsEGn6e4d1gT8HNXeQ3Up8r3rQcB2AhLGx8mYKBx8H8v0HJhQCWAMs9ihUWwHtKm9fd5RdmY839sRE8_NJVp3yVbiyN4ZFunDz/s1600/mallomars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Rab6SRIRvKut2dN6Uislxkn1HZa24tTah5dRA81eKMgsEGn6e4d1gT8HNXeQ3Up8r3rQcB2AhLGx8mYKBx8H8v0HJhQCWAMs9ihUWwHtKm9fd5RdmY839sRE8_NJVp3yVbiyN4ZFunDz/s320/mallomars.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The traditional mixture of sugar, egg white, and gelatine required a long and labor-intensive treatment to produce marshmallows, though marshmallows appear to have been mass produced early in the 20th century, when products like Mallomars were introduced. A brief <a href="http://www.slashfood.com/2006/08/18/the-history-of-smores/">history of Smores</a> says that camping was growing in popularity and the ingredients -- marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate bars -- were quite portable. I remember carefully packed boxes of Campfire marshmallows with two layers of around 10 marshmallows each, probably when they were not quite as speedily and cheaply produced.<br /><br />So I wonder, what were the French doing in 1927 when the <i>Girl Scout Handbook</i> published the first recipe for S'Mores? In 1919 when "a booklet from the Barrett Company on Sweet Potato and Yams ... suggests adding marshmallows to candied yams"? (Referenced <a href="http://blogs.loc.gov/inside_adams/2010/11/a-sweet-potato-history/">here</a>) In 1913 when Nabisco made the first Mallomars? What about Whippets, moon pies, Peeps, and those jellyfish-like toasted marshmallows? I guess they were eating mousse au chocolate, grilling steaks, and maybe avoiding the yams as well as the candied part.<br /><br />And the French still hand-make their marshmallows -- for a photo see <a href="http://www.eatlivetravelwrite.com/2012/08/travel-tuesday-a-sugar-walk-of-the-marais-with-la-cuisine-paris/">this blog post.</a>

Marshmallows

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Manifold Cooking

At today's Old Car Festival in Greenfield Village, I learned about a cookbox that was made, back in the day, to fit over the exhaust manifold of a Ford Model T. You can see the metal box just behind the headlamp here:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/7967105794/" title="manifold-cooker 7 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="manifold-cooker 7" height="375" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8169/7967105794_100a1db0ca.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br />At the demo in front of the reviewing stand the beautifully dressed passenger in the car got out, lifted the side of the hood (the Model T had a sort of fold-up hood on either side of the engine), and spooned up some soup to show the crowd -- note the spoon in the Flapper's hand:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/7967102166/" title="manifold-cooker 1 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="manifold-cooker 1" height="375" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8031/7967102166_5c66c11171.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br />Cooking under the hood of a Model T involved understanding the very high heat that could result from the operation of the engine, and gauging how far to go and at what speed you should travel in order to get the best result from your recipe. The announcer noted that in fact, some recipes suggested going up hills to increase the temperature. Evidently this was a popular part of the entertaining new sport of driving around in a Model T around 100 years or so ago. The car in the photo is a 1927 model.<br /><br />Here is a sample of a couple of modern recipes for this cooker, from a <a href="http://www.frankstpartsltd.com/default_files/Page299.htm">website</a> I found (maybe it's even the website of the people in the photo):<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span lang="en-US" style="font-weight: bold;">Rhubarb Ice cream topping</span><br />Line the cooker with foil ..., slice fresh rhubarb into small pieces, add a handful or two of sugar, drive to an ice cream store at least 20 miles away, buy a dish of ice cream, put the topping on it and enjoy the best topping yet cooked on a Model T manifold.</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span lang="en-US"><b>Meat Loaf</b> <br />(this is </span><span lang="en-US" style="text-decoration: underline;">the</span><span lang="en-US"> most popular recipe we have made on the manifold) <br />Note this is also known as ‘Greasy Fan Belt Goulash’</span><span lang="en-US"><br />Mix one pound of lean ground beef with one package of frozen Potatoes O’Brian, one package of frozen Mexicorn and a jar of Salsa (you choose mild, medium, hot, or acetylene torch-like).  I always dump all the ingredients in a big zip lock bag to mix them…..since my hands are always greasy. <br /></span><span lang="en-US">Anyway, mix well and then dump it all into a big piece of wide Aluminum foil and wrap it into a loaf that will fit into the cooker.  Drive about 40 miles or so and it will be done.  <br />This recipe is so good that dogs and people will follow you.</span></blockquote>Here is another view of the car at the reviewing stand and the Flapper, spoon still in hand: <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/7967102794/" title="manifold-cooker 2 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="manifold-cooker 2" height="375" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8320/7967102794_e234967c63.jpg" width="500" /></a>

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Food in Poetry

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWO6fYaKDZC2bJYipLi1R05lrxPWtfBYTSeqNs01pOEzFozpw_fW7uSGuXohyphenhyphenf3KsisgEBK_feAUYvSC8aYsb7m5_J4B1Ocsl-g9RO-xRbwIKyl_5anzffjWu1ak71m-CLh5dJAZNCJe3M/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-09-05+at+4.29.39+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWO6fYaKDZC2bJYipLi1R05lrxPWtfBYTSeqNs01pOEzFozpw_fW7uSGuXohyphenhyphenf3KsisgEBK_feAUYvSC8aYsb7m5_J4B1Ocsl-g9RO-xRbwIKyl_5anzffjWu1ak71m-CLh5dJAZNCJe3M/s320/Screen+shot+2012-09-05+at+4.29.39+PM.png" width="213" /></a></div>I often write about food in novels or other books I have read. I have just found a Poetry Magazine <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/browse/#subject=30">collection of poems that feature food</a>. Other than the famous one about plums by William Carlos Williams ("This is just to say"), or the Ogden Nash short poems published in the book depicted at right like the one about the parsnip, I couldn't easily think of any food poems. I'm not that much of a poetry reader, as it  happens; however, several of these poems appealed to me.<br /><br />Being a fan of Gertrude Stein, I enjoyed the poem titled "Christian Bérard." I already know quite a bit about what Gertrude Stein liked to eat, because of the <i>Alice B. Toklas Cookbook</i>. Here are the first lines of the poem:<br /><br /><h3>Christian Bérard</h3><br />BY GERTRUDE STEIN<br /><br />Eating is her subject.<br />While eating is her subject.<br />Where eating is her subject.<br />Withdraw whether it is eating which is her subject. Literally while she ate eating is her subject. Afterwards too and in between. This is an introduction to what she ate.<br />She ate a pigeon and a soufflé.<br />That was on one day.<br />She ate a thin ham and its sauce.<br />That was on another day.<br />She ate desserts.<br />That had been on one day.<br />She had fish grouse and little cakes that was before that day.<br />She had breaded veal and grapes that was on that day.<br />After that she ate every day.<br />Very little but very good.<br />She ate very well that day.<br />What is the difference between steaming and roasting, she ate it cold because of Saturday.<br />Remembering potatoes because of preparation for part of the day.<br />There is a difference in preparation of cray-fish which makes a change in their fish for instance.<br />What was it besides bread.<br />Why is eating her subject. There are reasons why eating is her subject.<br />...<br /><br /><b>Two other poems that I liked</b> are by poets I was previously unfamiliar with: Paul Blackburn and Victor Hernandez Cruz. And there are so many more!<br /><br />The beginnings of these poems:<br /><h3>The Café Filtre</h3><br />BY PAUL BLACKBURN<br /><br />Slowly and with persistence<br />he eats away at the big steak,<br />gobbles up the asparagus, its<br />butter & salt &  root taste,<br />drinks at a glass of red wine, and carefully<br />taking his time, mops up<br />the gravy with bread—<br />The top of the café filtre is<br />copper, passively shines back, & between<br />mouthfuls of steak, sips of wine,<br />he remembers<br />at intervals to<br />with the flat of his hand<br />the top removed,<br />bang<br />at the apparatus,<br />create the suction that<br />the water will<br />fall through<br />more quickly<br />Across the tiles of the floor, the<br />cat comes to the table : again.<br />“I’ve already given you one piece of steak,<br />what do you want from me now? Love?”<br />...<br /><br /><h3>Red Beans</h3><br />BY VICTOR HERNÁNDEZ CRUZ<br /><br />Next to white rice<br />it looks like coral<br />sitting next to snow<br /><br />Hills of starch<br />border<br />The burnt sienna<br />of irony<br /><br />Azusenas being chased by<br />the terra cotta feathers<br />of a rooster<br />...

Food in Poetry

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Tarte au Citron

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggk-MHpLTd6DbfvMFBwD_qL1SjmewEQkUybLauyMAiFcaRj5rBUJj9TCuvfgF5z8vgBW2GinjgIPYoX_slZOjHOxKFrJtIUtKmpoHrX2ZRB8XoERYlQq7blwxmstaX2_yIEgJ0VBUip23n/s1600/citron1109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggk-MHpLTd6DbfvMFBwD_qL1SjmewEQkUybLauyMAiFcaRj5rBUJj9TCuvfgF5z8vgBW2GinjgIPYoX_slZOjHOxKFrJtIUtKmpoHrX2ZRB8XoERYlQq7blwxmstaX2_yIEgJ0VBUip23n/s320/citron1109.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />My project: to master a recipe for French-style Tarte au Citron. Above: my first effort. The crust and sugared lemons on top were based on this: <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/wordofmouth/2011/sep/22/cook-perfect-tarte-au-citron">How to cook perfect tarte au citron</a>. I used a Julia Child recipe for the filling. The crust, especially, needs work, but the result was quite delicious.

Tarte au Citron

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Patty-Pan Squash

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4shYLtWIO9d8OzV_1iZqrdnDxbsa05rYOfUHWGr33c4s2urss24kmYf66KkHremGwTG2rR9Kqx2aD2Om2YfNDO8K4AEUqPLxVQbDDcWPabMTTMzfpBdy6IJO756qQZj83mY0KOrLPvwa/s1600/squash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4shYLtWIO9d8OzV_1iZqrdnDxbsa05rYOfUHWGr33c4s2urss24kmYf66KkHremGwTG2rR9Kqx2aD2Om2YfNDO8K4AEUqPLxVQbDDcWPabMTTMzfpBdy6IJO756qQZj83mY0KOrLPvwa/s320/squash.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />For dinner: stuffed little patty-pan squash. Inspired by the <a href="http://regional-food.blogspot.com/2012/08/what-did-shakespeare-eat.html">Shakespeare cookbook</a>, I spiced the breadcrumb, onion, and insides-of-squash filling with fresh thyme (also from the market), nutmeg, lemon zest, and raisins. It wasn't a Shakespeare recipe, though, just an improvisation.

Patty-Pan Squash

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Ann Arbor: The Farmers Market

<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/7888231524/" title="farmersmkt1101 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="farmersmkt1101" height="375" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8314/7888231524_4aa93e5170.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br />The farmers market  here is a bit sad this year because so much of the tree fruit was destroyed by an early warming period in March followed by bad frosts last April. Moreover, the drought is serious; some farmers have been able to water their crops, but others are suffering.<br /><br />I talked to one farmer who said that throughout July, he drove 5 miles to a city water supply and brought a 3000 gallon tank of water back to irrigate his tomatoes, peppers, and other field crops, supplementing his well. I have no idea of the cost tradeoffs or efforts this implies. In sum, the weather of all sorts, mostly bad, has also caused prices to increase.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/7888232082/" title="farmersmkt1096 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="farmersmkt1096" height="500" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8309/7888232082_deb2963a87.jpg" width="375" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/7888232468/" title="farmersmkt1094 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="farmersmkt1094" height="500" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8436/7888232468_eae75ae066.jpg" width="375" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/7888232970/" title="farmersmkt1092 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="farmersmkt1092" height="375" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8181/7888232970_6df8530552.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/7888233982/" title="farmersmkt1105 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="farmersmkt1105" height="375" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8036/7888233982_d52ea6ef5f.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br />This was my first trip to the market for the year. The plums, peaches, tomatoes, peppers, and herbs I bought were delicious for lunch; we'll also be eating eggplant, patty-pan squash, early apples, and a few other items this week.

Ann Arbor: The Farmers Market

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What did Shakespeare eat?

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEish8tQAhMQCUMI1ZMJ0oCNhGxtJblJNiUfqR2UFT8Lj0O2GtpUZcUQIF7f9hthibQDoJf8EP9Ozs15ZHQfkKlmtsWNdAjLpJczWX03gXg9lM1X_akqNbZ2GV7VHqdIQf9V_jH7x_38iBA7/s1600/shakespeare-cookbook1085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEish8tQAhMQCUMI1ZMJ0oCNhGxtJblJNiUfqR2UFT8Lj0O2GtpUZcUQIF7f9hthibQDoJf8EP9Ozs15ZHQfkKlmtsWNdAjLpJczWX03gXg9lM1X_akqNbZ2GV7VHqdIQf9V_jH7x_38iBA7/s320/shakespeare-cookbook1085.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><br /><br />What did Shakespeare eat?<br /><br />Definitive answers here: <i>The Shakespeare Cookbook</i> by Andrew Dalby and Maureen Dalby, published by the British Museum Press this year. Andrew Dalby is a culinary historian, so this is a work of scholarship, using contemporary cookbooks and dietary advice books that were in print during Shakespeare's lifetime. I had no idea how many such works existed!<br /><br />Another surprise: many recipes are simple and close to modern cooking. For example, chicken fricassee described on page 54 is almost exactly the way I sometimes use up leftover chicken, though the modern version often includes pimentos (a variety of capsicum peppers, which Dalby says hadn't reached England from the New World yet) and the Shakespeare-era version uses the spice mace, which isn't on my spice shelf.<br /><br />A variety of pies of all sizes combine meat, fruit, suet, and spice into a preparation that predates our mince pies. The small ones are called "chewets" and contain saffron and ground ginger along with cooked meat. If I could find suet, I would be interested to try pies or chewets, as I have always liked that funny packaged mincemeat that is featured at Christmas and Thanksgiving, and I would like to meet its ancestor. (If I could find a swan, there's another recipe in the book I might try too.)<br /><br />Similarly there are recipes for a sort of meatball including meat-egg-dried fruit and flavored with mace. Large ones were called Farts, small ones were called Fysts. I definitely plan to try these, as the modernized recipe doesn't require suet at all. And the name is so amusing! Dalby doesn't offer any word history on this. Although there are many references on the Web to the original recipe, a quick look didn't offer me any insight into why this word meant little meatballs in Elizabethan times.<br /><br />The explanation of what the word "cake" meant to Shakespeare is very interesting. "A cake, to Shakespeare, was a concept that overlapped with the modern English cake but didn't coincide with it." (page 70)<br /><br />So, the authors point out, cakes could sweet or savory in the famous line<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, that there shall be no more cakes and ale?" </blockquote>The word cake could refer to a loaf cake, a tea-cake, or a waffle. It could mean a biscuit. (I think this is the British biscuit, which in America we call a cookie -- the problem of terminology didn't stop in Shakespeare's time.) The book's cake recipe is for Barm Brak, made from white-bread dough, sugar, lard, eggs, raisins, and sweet spices.<br /><br />Every section of the book has a discussion of a food reference in a particular Shakespeare play, with elaborations from the literature of Shakespeare's contemporaries as well as contemporary food sources. Almost every page includes an illustration, also contemporary to Shakespeare. And every section offers a wide range of interesting references and information, as well as at least one recipe quoted directly from the sources and then a modernized version. A fantastic book, for which I'm grateful to my friend Sheila!

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Julia Child Recipes

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More spinoff from thinking about Julia Child's 100th birthday ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tIepJ5qAEtpP3t0Bj_S05L7bEiBy-KShhKHNfjjZnveB5DO4Gb8oM3W3OApYNVGdfqJfgNb93hSP9zG1uDudCux-RdxEFIM53g8uGXq3y4HZJVyGGNW4yRqYW-EuZ82Tys1sfc5YRryk/s1600/champigons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tIepJ5qAEtpP3t0Bj_S05L7bEiBy-KShhKHNfjjZnveB5DO4Gb8oM3W3OApYNVGdfqJfgNb93hSP9zG1uDudCux-RdxEFIM53g8uGXq3y4HZJVyGGNW4yRqYW-EuZ82Tys1sfc5YRryk/s320/champigons.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />August 17: Champignons a la Grecque, served with tomato, cucumber, and cilantro.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJjXvTvMTQQQw1ojdP4JlZH1qXhHrK-wIbgaSie-gIuv0VE2Kdfvt_tKkmgQmh_72W5lqBSFN4dIjV2PhgSH0BtBvJhHHLif8fYJ3O0sS1nqG8cBbD0Lq6P3XvqYWkKVtA2YtdX_2o-sL/s1600/clafoutis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJjXvTvMTQQQw1ojdP4JlZH1qXhHrK-wIbgaSie-gIuv0VE2Kdfvt_tKkmgQmh_72W5lqBSFN4dIjV2PhgSH0BtBvJhHHLif8fYJ3O0sS1nqG8cBbD0Lq6P3XvqYWkKVtA2YtdX_2o-sL/s320/clafoutis.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Tonight: a clafoutis made with huge black cherries. I think I last made this in 1965, though I suspect I have made clafoutis with other fruit once or twice in the intervening years. My guest in 1965 quipped, "What about clafou-coffee?"

Julia Child Recipes

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Happy Birthday Julia Child and Evelyn

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9w9rhULo8OVXegTfXABYXpU7VpLJaoGASA81FxXnqs2_BHIlBI_ZrHlZWTZL6DPjeK9w1f4gRRXddU9rnOlvdFEUlza-rahkb7aikTbB_uINEDWM_DXQogQctUjHvXtgKaXqlJGBCw_y/s1600/julia-child1039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9w9rhULo8OVXegTfXABYXpU7VpLJaoGASA81FxXnqs2_BHIlBI_ZrHlZWTZL6DPjeK9w1f4gRRXddU9rnOlvdFEUlza-rahkb7aikTbB_uINEDWM_DXQogQctUjHvXtgKaXqlJGBCw_y/s320/julia-child1039.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Julia Child would be 100  years old today -- as every food blogger and food writer knows. I first encountered her work and TV show in the fall of 1964, when I was newly married and learning to cook. Marcy, the secretary of the office where I was working was a member of Book of the Month Club, and purchased <i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking</i> for me at a reduced price. I loved it immediately!<br /><br />In gratitude, we invited Marcy to dinner, though in fact we didn't have much in common with her. I made the recipe on page 246: "Roast squab Chickens with Chicken Liver Canapes and Mushrooms" -- I used Rock Cornish Hens. I have never made that recipe again, though I've tried dozens of others in that book. Why I remember that one, I can't imagine. I served it on a beautiful Danish Modern wood tray that had been a wedding present. Forever after it faintly smelled of liver.<br /><br />Over time, I've memorized many of the recipes from <i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking</i>, and now make them without looking. A few of these favorites: onion soup, carbonnades a la Flamande, casserole roasted veal, gratin Dauphinoise, salade Nicoise. I once roasted a goose according to her recipe (memorable, but it's hard to find another goose), and once made Riz a l'Imperatrice (disappointing). I made clafoutis a few times. I use her recipes for crepes, ratatouille, daube de Provence, and chicken with tarragon, and quite a few others. Despite my love of artichokes, I don't recall having tried her method of trimming them down to the artichoke bottoms and then stuffing them. And I admit that I've never had the patience to try the most challenging desserts, those with puff pastry.<br /><br />Over the years, I have acquired other Julia Child books, beginning with the second volume of <i>Mastering...</i>, which was published a few years later. Compared to my original copy of Volume I, full of stains, splashes, and dog-ears, my Volume II is pristine. I'm not sure I've ever made a single recipe from it, though Lenny did make the French bread recipe for a while. It's full of things I would be afraid to try, like roast suckling pig.<br /><br /><i>Julia Child & Company, </i>published in 1978, turned out to be a real favorite. My copy is full of notes about when I cooked various dishes or even whole meals. For example, the "Indoor Outdoor Barbecue" gave us the idea of cooking a butterflied leg of lamb on the barbecue. It's fantastic -- we have done it often. My handwritten notes on page 193 record that I made the entire dinner on May 6, 1984 (including the Topinambours, or Jerusalem artichokes), and repeated all or part of it in 1992, 2004, and 2010. Here's the photo of that meal from the book:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59w3Jn7c1df5Ja6rH-uxs8lcCGz6xwDOf63uZiwlvFeK4O0gP8syjaw9tU6_IlEwh1pw2I3wy8Ncxrozp2dsf_4-dGRMsixVr9YbkW4LaGxXB_5ZgcbelilVSxI5YYzH3Gp-7CamVgdzG/s1600/julia-child1040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59w3Jn7c1df5Ja6rH-uxs8lcCGz6xwDOf63uZiwlvFeK4O0gP8syjaw9tU6_IlEwh1pw2I3wy8Ncxrozp2dsf_4-dGRMsixVr9YbkW4LaGxXB_5ZgcbelilVSxI5YYzH3Gp-7CamVgdzG/s320/julia-child1040.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I have loved all her books that I own -- shown at the top of this post. The one I bought most recently was <i>My Life In France</i>, her wonderful autobiography. And I have also enjoyed her kitchen in the Smithsonian, <a href="http://regional-food.blogspot.com/2008/06/julia-childs-kitchen-in-smithsonian.html">which I wrote up here</a>.<br /><br />Happy Birthday, Julia. And also happy birthday Evelyn, who shares her birthday.

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