Showing posts with label Cookery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cookery. Show all posts
Wednesday, 4 December 2019
Winter Reading...
The weather has been cold, crisp, frosty and very beautiful. A nice change from never-ending rain and flooded fields.
I should have taken advantage of the fine weather to get outside and rake the leaves from the lawns, or to continue cutting back some of the shrubbery. Instead I have taken extra-long walks with Toby, visiting some of the places which were inaccessible due to the poor drainage of the clay soil around here.
We have walked miles through the fields, skirted ancient woodland, and I have pondered about the countless feet which have walked these pathways since the days of yore - the people, their daily lives, clothing, footwear.
I get lost in my thoughts but, luckily, one part of my brain keeps a look out for wildlife and things of interest.
On one occasion I saw an enormous flights of geese making their raucous way to somewhere else, a common enough sight around here, but what made this particular group special was that they had a flock of much smaller birds flying with them, inside the 'V' formation. A sight I have never seen before. They looked sparrow-sized, but could have been a little larger. I wondered whether they were 'hitching a lift' taking advantage of the aerodynamics provided by the motion of the much bigger birds.
Home again, home again. Rub-a-dub-dub-dub/paddy-paws/paddy paws. Good boy Toby. Sit! Have a biscuit...
Good boy.
All gone.
Off you go!
Time for a cup of tea and a quick read.
None of that Marie Kwondo (or whatever she calls herself) nonsense around here.
The old piano stool makes a handy table/repository for my current books/research material. I should work at my desk, down the other end of the house, but Toby and the cats are not allowed down there and they hate being left alone when I am in the house.
Duty calls, I need to get on with housework and also with writing a few more Christmas cards, but all that can wait for half an hour.
Old recipe books and books about the history of food await.
In many ways I would rather dig and delve into the books than cook. However, I cannot deny that I like trying out new (to me) recipes from these old volumes. At the moment I am particularly interested in old Lincolnshire food, though one would really need to be a meat-eater to do full justice to all the local dishes, many of them require pork, for country folk depended on the pig to keep them fed.
Luckily I have found a very traditional dish which has so many variations and traditions associated with it that it will keep me happily occupied until Christmas. No meat required. Thank goodness.
More in a day or two.
Feel free to ignore my ramblings, I know it won't be of interest to many, but the blog will help me to keep a note of my various attempts.
Enjoy the week.
Keep warm, be safe, be happy.
x
Sunday, 4 March 2018
On being Frugal
"The house books, those records of departed sirloins, cakes of soap and pounds of butter, can scarcely be regarded as emotional reading. Yet I doubt if more tears have been shed over the thrilling adventures of a lovely and luckless heroine than over the chronicles of the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker. And why?
Simply because the average woman will not realise that housekeeping, like any other profession, must be learnt, and, when learnt, practised methodically. If the income is large, extravagance in the catering department, though for many reasons deplorable, is scarcely felt; but in the ordinary middle and upper middle-class home it is of the utmost moment that the household expenditure should be kept to a moderate figure; otherwise money which should be spent on recreation, and on the little luxuries which make life worth living, is swallowed by the insatiable maw of 'the house.'
The woman who is at the head of a household, and who knows that she is incompetent to manage it, should ask herself this question, Am I justified in squandering money which can be ill spared? A negative will surely be the answer.
The course is then plain; she should at once set herself to learn to rule her household judiciously and expend her housekeeping allowance to the best advantage. To some women the process will at first be irksome, but surely when an orderly home, well-cooked, neatly-served meals, and moderate bills are the reward, they will feel that the game has been worth the candle.
Roughly speaking, for a family of six or more persons, an average of £1 per head a week allows of luxurious living, 15s per head for good living, 10s for nicer catering of a simple description, and 8s 6d per head for a sufficiency of wholesome food.
To cater satisfactorily at an expenditure of 15s or £1 a head per week does not require any great care. To cater for 10s per head necessitates extremely good management.
It is only fair to warn the housewife who desires to keep her bills to this sum, that she must not expect to perform impossibilities. If the cook is incorrigibly careless and wasteful; if the mistress is ignorant, if the master is exacting, not to say greedy; if a freshly cooked joint is expected every day, if the family contains delicate children or invalids, if meat and other provisions cannot be procured at reasonable prices - then it will be impossible to carry out the menus on an average of less than 11s or 12s per head a week.
Following my original article (1898) I received a brief but eloquent epistle:
"Dear Mrs Peel, - I wish you wouldn't write such nonsense. My husband will now be more tiresome than ever about the bills."
I have been repeatedly asked for a menu and recipe book especially compiled for the mistress who must keep her bills to the 10s a head limit, and who must employ a single-handed plain cook of average ability..."
This is an extract from an 1899 book written by Mrs C S Peel, giving her version of frugality.
A few of her tips:
It pays to buy potatoes, apples, tea, sugar, flour, bacon, tapioca, rice, soap, etc in large quantities. Biscuits, pickles, jams, preserved fruits, and in fact, almost all stores of a kind which will keep are cheaper when bought in large-sized boxes or jars than in small. All jars and tins should be returned as they are charged for at the rate of 1/8d to 3d, and in the case of large tins and jars 6d and 1s apiece.
The careful housewife should, if she cannot pay a personal visit to the fishmonger and greengrocer, insist upon a daily price list being sent, otherise it is probably that the most expensive fish or vegetable will be chosen.
When ordering fish for filleting it is an economy to buy the whole fish and have it filleted at home. The bones and trimmings may then be used for a fish stock, or possibly there may be sufficient trimmings left wherewith to make a little savoury or breakfast dish.
The inexperienced housewife often adds to her butcher's bill, but not to the variety of her menus, through not knowing what to order. She needs a meat course for late dinner, so she orders one lb of mutton cutlets. the order should have been for a neck of mutton, the best end to be used for cutlets, the next piece for a luncheon dish such as hot-pot, haricot or Irish stew, and the scrag end for mutton broth...etc, etc.
The avoidance of waste is a matter which lies to a great extent in the hands of the cook. The mistress may order with the greatest care, but if the cook does not know how to economise and will not learn, until she leaves and a better manager takes her place the mistress will know no peace.
Bread, potatoes, stock material, and frying fat are materials which are wasted in almost incredible quantities in many kitchens. Toast trimmings, the end of the loaf from which bread and butter has been cut, the crusts of the crumb which has been used for bread sauce, the pieces left after croutons have been stamped go into the pig tub or ash bin and in consequence the baker's book is a third higher than it should be.
All crusts should be baked in the oven, pounded and stored in a tin ready for use. Stale slices of bread may be made into croutons for soup or savouries, or made into a pudding. Not a scrap should be thrown away."
There follows a section of menu plans for the household and kitchen staff, with further chapters giving more hints and tips on how this miracle may be wrought, plus recipes.
I wonder what frugal delights Mrs Peel would have come up with these days, I have no doubt that she would have thoroughly enjoyed the frugal challenges.
Simply because the average woman will not realise that housekeeping, like any other profession, must be learnt, and, when learnt, practised methodically. If the income is large, extravagance in the catering department, though for many reasons deplorable, is scarcely felt; but in the ordinary middle and upper middle-class home it is of the utmost moment that the household expenditure should be kept to a moderate figure; otherwise money which should be spent on recreation, and on the little luxuries which make life worth living, is swallowed by the insatiable maw of 'the house.'
The woman who is at the head of a household, and who knows that she is incompetent to manage it, should ask herself this question, Am I justified in squandering money which can be ill spared? A negative will surely be the answer.
The course is then plain; she should at once set herself to learn to rule her household judiciously and expend her housekeeping allowance to the best advantage. To some women the process will at first be irksome, but surely when an orderly home, well-cooked, neatly-served meals, and moderate bills are the reward, they will feel that the game has been worth the candle.
Roughly speaking, for a family of six or more persons, an average of £1 per head a week allows of luxurious living, 15s per head for good living, 10s for nicer catering of a simple description, and 8s 6d per head for a sufficiency of wholesome food.
To cater satisfactorily at an expenditure of 15s or £1 a head per week does not require any great care. To cater for 10s per head necessitates extremely good management.
It is only fair to warn the housewife who desires to keep her bills to this sum, that she must not expect to perform impossibilities. If the cook is incorrigibly careless and wasteful; if the mistress is ignorant, if the master is exacting, not to say greedy; if a freshly cooked joint is expected every day, if the family contains delicate children or invalids, if meat and other provisions cannot be procured at reasonable prices - then it will be impossible to carry out the menus on an average of less than 11s or 12s per head a week.
Following my original article (1898) I received a brief but eloquent epistle:
"Dear Mrs Peel, - I wish you wouldn't write such nonsense. My husband will now be more tiresome than ever about the bills."
I have been repeatedly asked for a menu and recipe book especially compiled for the mistress who must keep her bills to the 10s a head limit, and who must employ a single-handed plain cook of average ability..."
This is an extract from an 1899 book written by Mrs C S Peel, giving her version of frugality.
A few of her tips:
It pays to buy potatoes, apples, tea, sugar, flour, bacon, tapioca, rice, soap, etc in large quantities. Biscuits, pickles, jams, preserved fruits, and in fact, almost all stores of a kind which will keep are cheaper when bought in large-sized boxes or jars than in small. All jars and tins should be returned as they are charged for at the rate of 1/8d to 3d, and in the case of large tins and jars 6d and 1s apiece.
The careful housewife should, if she cannot pay a personal visit to the fishmonger and greengrocer, insist upon a daily price list being sent, otherise it is probably that the most expensive fish or vegetable will be chosen.
When ordering fish for filleting it is an economy to buy the whole fish and have it filleted at home. The bones and trimmings may then be used for a fish stock, or possibly there may be sufficient trimmings left wherewith to make a little savoury or breakfast dish.
The inexperienced housewife often adds to her butcher's bill, but not to the variety of her menus, through not knowing what to order. She needs a meat course for late dinner, so she orders one lb of mutton cutlets. the order should have been for a neck of mutton, the best end to be used for cutlets, the next piece for a luncheon dish such as hot-pot, haricot or Irish stew, and the scrag end for mutton broth...etc, etc.
The avoidance of waste is a matter which lies to a great extent in the hands of the cook. The mistress may order with the greatest care, but if the cook does not know how to economise and will not learn, until she leaves and a better manager takes her place the mistress will know no peace.
Bread, potatoes, stock material, and frying fat are materials which are wasted in almost incredible quantities in many kitchens. Toast trimmings, the end of the loaf from which bread and butter has been cut, the crusts of the crumb which has been used for bread sauce, the pieces left after croutons have been stamped go into the pig tub or ash bin and in consequence the baker's book is a third higher than it should be.
All crusts should be baked in the oven, pounded and stored in a tin ready for use. Stale slices of bread may be made into croutons for soup or savouries, or made into a pudding. Not a scrap should be thrown away."
There follows a section of menu plans for the household and kitchen staff, with further chapters giving more hints and tips on how this miracle may be wrought, plus recipes.
I wonder what frugal delights Mrs Peel would have come up with these days, I have no doubt that she would have thoroughly enjoyed the frugal challenges.
Monday, 15 January 2018
Between the Covers
I believe that what goes on between the covers is much more important than the covers themselves. That being said, I do enjoy playing about with them, so some of my instagram posts were my version of some recipe book covers.
None of these were carefully planned, I am far too disorganised for that.
Usually I would be trawling through my books, looking for a new way to tickle our tastebuds, or to use up a glut of fruit, when my eye would be drawn to an image like this one. A quick glance at the fruit bowl and the dresser and I was off, playing.
I would dash around, gather an armful of appropriate props, and away I'd go. Propping things up and trying to capture the spirit of the original cover. It was fun and now that I am retired I feel free to play such silly games, alongside all of the things which have to be done.
This little vintage RNLI book is probably the simplest, and yet it took longer than all of the others to set up.
It was fun.
For all that I love a good book cover, it is what is written inside which matters most. I have a slowly growing collection of old/very old/relatively modern cookery books.
Some are big and glossy, others are tiny, tatty, lack covers or illustrations. It is this latter group which I find to be the most interesting. They are mainly from the very early 1900's, through to about 1950's and have few illustrations, if any. They are often printed on poor quality paper and are ragged, well thumbed, splashed, fragile and show their age and it is something of a minor miracle that they survived long enough for me to get my hands on them.

Many of the coverless ones contain recipes of the kind which call for sheep's feet, calves heads, or 'six pennyworth of meat from the butcher'. Cake and biscuit recipes require only a short list of ingredients - in either small amounts or enormous quantities, depending upon the era and to whom the book was directed.
Others have been written by 'ladies', directed at households who couldn't afford a large number of staff and give the occasional suggestion for a kitchen supper, for cook's night off.
They are packed with social history. More of this another time.
None of these were carefully planned, I am far too disorganised for that.
Usually I would be trawling through my books, looking for a new way to tickle our tastebuds, or to use up a glut of fruit, when my eye would be drawn to an image like this one. A quick glance at the fruit bowl and the dresser and I was off, playing.
I would dash around, gather an armful of appropriate props, and away I'd go. Propping things up and trying to capture the spirit of the original cover. It was fun and now that I am retired I feel free to play such silly games, alongside all of the things which have to be done.
This little vintage RNLI book is probably the simplest, and yet it took longer than all of the others to set up.
It was fun.
For all that I love a good book cover, it is what is written inside which matters most. I have a slowly growing collection of old/very old/relatively modern cookery books.
Some are big and glossy, others are tiny, tatty, lack covers or illustrations. It is this latter group which I find to be the most interesting. They are mainly from the very early 1900's, through to about 1950's and have few illustrations, if any. They are often printed on poor quality paper and are ragged, well thumbed, splashed, fragile and show their age and it is something of a minor miracle that they survived long enough for me to get my hands on them.

Many of the coverless ones contain recipes of the kind which call for sheep's feet, calves heads, or 'six pennyworth of meat from the butcher'. Cake and biscuit recipes require only a short list of ingredients - in either small amounts or enormous quantities, depending upon the era and to whom the book was directed.
Others have been written by 'ladies', directed at households who couldn't afford a large number of staff and give the occasional suggestion for a kitchen supper, for cook's night off.
They are packed with social history. More of this another time.
Saturday, 16 January 2016
Supper in Shanghai
We are very lucky to have a wonderful Chinese daughter-in-law.
For blogging purposes, I call her Poppy, although her real name is much prettier.
On Poppy's first visit to Lincolnshire, she was amazed and delighted when she saw all the poppies
which lined the lanes and were scattered in the fields,
something which wouldn't be permitted in China under article 351 of Chinese Criminal Law.
So when I decided to start afresh with blogging,
giving everyone an alternative name,
Poppy seemed appropriate.
Miles and Poppy live in Shanghai - although we hope that it won't be too long before they come
home to the UK to live in Cowslip Cottage which they bought last year
and which Max is working so hard to help renovate.
Communication is so much easier these days,
vastly different from the 80's when Max worked in the Middle East
and one brief telephone call a week
plus the occasional snail mail letter
was as good as it got.
We get to chat to Miles and Poppy several times a week, via Skype, we also use email,
as well as this blog,
to keep in touch, which is great.
Poppy is an excellent cook and I have decided to share some of the wonderful suppers which
she prepares for Miles.
The main dish here is a home-made sausage, which has been cooked and drained, to remove as much fat as possible. It is eaten with garlic... as Poppy says,
it should be eaten when you don't plan to do much socialising
because although it tastes delicious, the garlic smell does tend to linger!
There is also a dish of sour beans and mince, another favourite, all served with fluffy rice.
A dish fit for a king.
I know that Max would be very happy to tuck into some of that - and I would be delighted to have a bowl of rice and sour beans (I don't eat meat) - mind you, if he ate the garlic he could find himself banished.
More dishes from Shanghai next week.
xxx
Saturday, 15 August 2015
My First Cookery Book
When I was very young I would spend hours drooling over my mother's one and only cookery book. It was a huge black volume - Good Housekeeping's Cookery Book. I probably still have it on a bookshelf. It was mostly in black and white, with just a very few pages in colour, quite unlike modern publications, which are lavish with colour photographs, but often short on content.
I was given this Children's Cook Book when I was 8 years old. It was an interesting gift, I adored it and would spend hours poring over it, drooling. That messy spine repair should really be tidied up and I should give the book to our grandchildren, but right now I am enjoying my little excursion down Memory Lane.
The funny thing about this gift was that we were living in Hong Kong at the time and a trip to the kitchen was not often possible. It was presided over by Ah Foung, who was always smiling and happy, but she liked to cook alone, it was her kingdom.
I was occasionally allowed to wash the fruit, that was it. It had to be done properly, using some purple crystals which were sprinkled into the water. These crystals were there to ensure that we didn't succumb to some dreadful disease or other. Goodness knows what they were, or what they did to us.
So it would have been more than 3 years later before I was able to put any of this into practise...
Hold sharp knives, boil kettles, roast meat...
...do the washing up?
These days the thrill of cooking and baking has well and truly passed. However, with the annual village show looming, I have had to think about which classes to enter. A few cookery books have been consulted. A couple of items have been tried out - dismal failures - although the cake did make a great trifle and the birds enjoyed some experimental bread.
Don't worry, Dom. You definitely have nothing to fear from this quarter.
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