Monday, November 28, 2011

Miss Cosette Cotton!

drawing by ana traina ~ 2011 ~
Miss Cosette Cotton and her disagreeable Siamese bunnies, Lorna and Medore,
tried to take a little walk in the great and grand outdoors...
Musing, perhaps, that they would make a brief stop at the haberdashery store!
For Medore desperately wanted a certain chartreuse and blue chapeau.
Which Lorna thought made her look like a long beaked crow!

Miss Cosette Cotton, didn’t know quite what to say, so she walked slightly ahead...
Thinking her good opinion was better left unsaid!
So, she tried to put her mind on other things, like bread... Yes, bread!

She pondered...

Banana bread
Boston brown bread
Caraway seed bread
Chocolate marble bread
Cinnamon raisin bread
Sweet bread
Flat bread
Fruit bread
Garlic bread
Gluten-free bread
Hazelnut and apricot bread
Pumpernickel bread
Multigrain and kibbled bread
Skillet corn bread
Sweet bread
Sourdough bread
Swedish rye bread
Dinkelbrot, which, of course, is a tasty starchy spelt!

Why she even thought about her most preferred, a peppery pumpkin spiced bread!
But alas, it was to no avail, for swiftly her mind went adrift over Lorna and Medore’s peevish little tiff o’ argumentative...
Contemplating, how Lorna was being a complete and utter mousse head!
For Miss Cosette Cotton was of the very distinct opinion, that if one chose to wear a chartreuse and blue chapeau in public...that was one’s own plucky prerogative!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

A Holiday Wish!

photo by ana traina ~ 2011 ~
To all the super-sublime-stupendous Zingertalers who gathered and many more, I would like to take this moment to thank you all for being exactly YOU! Happy Gobble Gobble day and...

May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!

Signed by Anonymous and a grateful gnomette who now likes narwhals and therefore went out and bought herself a blue narwhal tee-shirt!

Maria's Happy Birthday Cookbook!

photo by ana traina ~ 2011 ~
The other day, I was flipping through Facebook when I happened upon my friend Maria Deasy’s post and read this line, “Hazelnut Pastry Crust for a Sunday in November...very healing.”  With further investigation I discovered this recipe was from a makeshift cookbook of Maria’s.  Of course, it struck me as a purrfect Zingertale, as it encapsulated most of the sentiments of a Stillroom Journal.  So, I quickly set out to ask Maria if she would like to share the story of this wondrous book... and here is what she wrote ~

photo by ana traina ~ 2011 ~
My friend Molly and I met in the ninth grade. We were both chorus girls in The Pingry School's production of "South Pacific." My first after-school trip to Molly's house was during a snowstorm. Three blocks from her home, the bus skidded and our lady driver threw up her hands with an "Ahh!" and plowed into the front yard of a neighbor, who was subsequently surprised to find us at her door requesting a shovel.  After college, The Moll and I were both working jobs in New York to support our artsy aspirations -- she at an ad agency and me at a law firm. She studied opera. I studied acting. Come my 25th birthday,  I was sharing a rambling apartment on Morton Street with a roommate, Alec Beckett, the ex-boyfriend of my best college friend (to be found among my FB friends), and we decided to have a party.  Molly presented me with a Birthday Book with recipes she'd copied from the mom for whom she was a nanny, Alex Timchula. (I think Alex was an artist -- a photographer -- I remember she had cute little ones and lived in the carriage house on a farm in NJ; Molly revered her.)  For the party, we made Cheese Delights, which involved combining cheddar cheese, mozzarella, mayonnaise and olives and spreading it on English Muffins. Sinfully delicious!  The book had many blank pages, on which I have pasted recipes from the New York Times, O Magazine, in-flight magazines -- anything that inspired my tastebuds.  Twenty years later, it is my go-to source whenever I get the cooking urge, but I have to admit I have only fantasized about the desserts I've clipped. Today, Molly has two blonde children, Rudy and Katherine (who dances in the Nutcracker at the Santa Clara ballet). And well, you know my story...

xoxox,
Maria Evelyn Fionnuala Deasy aka Super-Sublime-Stupendous-Woman!

photo by maria deasy ~2011 ~
Last bit of ODD and END: Maria (an actress and muse) and I met many years ago when she acted in The Crucible, with my husband Scott. They performed the play at the Roundabout Theater in New York City.  However, it wasn’t until we moved from Soho to the Upper Westside about five years ago that we became close. A friendship I am most grateful for.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

A Shadow Thought!

photo by ana traina ~ 2011 ~
                                   
An Artist's Manifesto...give me liberty or give me death.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Our Gang!

photo by ana traina ~2011~
When I approach a child, he (or she) inspires in me two sentiments; tenderness for what he (or she) is, and respect for what he (or she) may become.
~ Louis Pasteur ~

Friday, November 11, 2011

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Hooray, for National Indian Pudding Day!

drawing by ana traina ~ 2010 ~
November 13th is National Indian Pudding day! So, in honor and preparation of this cozy occasion, I thought it be fun to share a bit of lore and this old time zinger-licious recipe with you... Hope you enjoy!

INDIAN BAKED PUDDING 


Indian pudding is a more elaborate form of corn hasty pudding. It consists of milk, cornmeal, and molasses, (or, alternatively, maple syrup and honey, and sometimes sugar), spices (nearly always including cinnamon and ground ginger), butter, and usually raisins and nuts, baked in a slow oven for several hours. It is a traditional New England dessert.

Although, Native Americans had long made enriched and sweetened cornmeal, this kind of baked pudding was not thought of as Indian food by most early Americans.
 
This particular recipe is from the manuscript cookbook of Elizabeth C. Kane.  The recipe was published by food historian Jan Longone in an article in the Spring-Summer 1986 issue of The American Magazine and Historical Chronicle.  The "whey method" is from Lydia Maria Child's American Frugal Housewife. 

Note* you may need the extra milk to compensate for the dryness of modern cornmeal. If you increase the recipe, increase the baking time.

Yield: Serves 8

1 cup yellow cornmeal (stone ground preferred)
1 quart whole milk or half-and-half, plus 2 cups more for optional whey method
3 small eggs or 2 extra large eggs
3 tablespoons salted butter, plus 1 stick for sauce, and some to grease baking dish
3 ounces white or light brown sugar,
plus 1/2 cup for sauce
1 tablespoon mixed cinnamon and nut­meg
1 / 2 teaspoon ginger (optional)

Equipment: 2- or 3-quart baking dish

1. Bring 2 cups of the milk or half-and-­half almost to a boil in a pot or mi­crowave oven.
2. Stir hot milk carefully into the cornmeal.
3. Stir in 3 tablespoons butter and let cool.
4. Break eggs and mix with spices and the 3 ounces of sugar.
5. Mix 2 more cups of milk with the egg mixture, and then work every­thing into the cornmeal.
6. Grease baking dish.
7. Fill baking dish with pudding mixture. (To make "whey," a sweet clear liquid that would be used as a sauce, add another cup or two of cold milk on top of the pudding before it goes into the oven.)
8. Bake 1 hour at 350 degrees.
9. For sauce, blend a stick of softened butter with 1/2 cup sugar or brown sugar.
If you increase the recipe, increase the baking time.
 
Serve before or with the meat at a large af­ternoon "dinner." The butter-sugary sauce would be melted onto a mound of pudding!

LAST BITS OF ODDS AND ENDS ~ The Hasty Pudding Club is a social club for Harvard students. It was founded by Nymphus Hatch, a junior at Harvard College, in 1770. The club is named for the traditional American dish (based on a British dish) that the founding members ate at their first meeting. The Hasty Pudding Club was originally established in Concordia Discors to bring together undergraduates in friendship, conversation, and camaraderie. It is the oldest collegiate social club in America.

The Pudding is currently the only club on campus that is coed and has members from all four years. Membership to the social club is gained through a series of lunches, cocktail parties, and other gatherings, which are referred to as the "punch process". In the past, membership in the Pudding was obligatory to joining waiting clubs and, eventually, final clubs. This tradition is no longer upheld. The Pudding holds its social activities in a clubhouse near Harvard Square. These include weekly "Members' Nights", dinner and cocktail parties, as well as its elaborate theme parties, such as "Leather and Lace".

The club counts three U.S. Presidents (Theodore Roosevelt, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and John F. Kennedy) among its noteworthy members.


HAPPY HAPPY INDIAN PUDDING DAY!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Monday, November 7, 2011

Dawn!

photo by ana traina ~ 2011
I love my window view, it's like really good free theatre! Just a few days ago, I was up early watching the first act of the day, and I was reminded of this poem...



Walkers With The Dawn

Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness--
Being walkers with the sun and morning.


- Langston Hughes -

Friday, November 4, 2011

Be Prepared!

Election Day Cake

I have always loved Election Day. I love the exhilarating mystery that lurks in the brisk autumn air, the feeling of uncertainty, of change, really... Everything, and everybody seems just a bit more alive! Of course, this was long after my great grandma and other women ever made the thought of my participation in an election possible. Something that I took for granted when I was younger. So in honor of Election day I give you;

The Election Day cake, an American institution. The tradition dates from the 1600s. Weeklong celebrations often accompanied certifying the election results, and women baked these yeast cakes for out-of-town-guests.

The Original ELECTION CAKE Recipe ~

From Lydia Maria Child's recipe for Election Cake, which appears in the 1833 edition of The American Frugal Housewife, published in Boston.

Old-fashioned election cake is made of four pounds of flour; three quarters of a pound of butter; four eggs; one pound of sugar; one pound of currants, or raisins if you choose; half a pint of good yeast; wet it with milk as soft as it can be and be moulded on a board. Set to rise over night in winter; in warm weather, three hours is usually enough for it to rise. A loaf, the size of common flour bread, should bake three quarters of an hour.

This recipe that I have found has reduced Mrs. Child's recipe by three-fourths and added a little spice, which was, and is, typical in election cake, though Mrs. Child omits it.

Yield: 24 pieces

    •    1/4 cup lukewarm water
    •    2 packages dry yeast
    •    3/4 cup whole milk, heated to lukewarm
    •    3 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for kneading and forming
    •    6 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled
    •    1 large egg, at room temperature
    •    1/2 cup sugar
    •    1 teaspoon ground or freshly grated nutmeg
    •    1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
    •    1 teaspoon salt
    •    1 cup currants

1. Pour the water into a 4- or 5-quart mixing bowl. Sprinkle the yeast over the top, and set aside until the yeast dissolves, about 3 minutes. Stir in the warm milk, then beat in 1-1/2 cups of the flour, making a stiff batter. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and set aside in a warm place for 30 minutes (no longer).

2. Beat in the butter, egg, sugar, spices, and salt. Then work in the remaining 1-1/2 cups flour, making a soft, rough dough. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and set aside for 15 to 30 minutes.
3. Knead the dough until smooth, for 5 to 10 minutes. It will be very soft and sticky. Gradually add more flour as necessary, a few tablespoons at a time, to form a smooth dough.

4. Knead in the currants. Roll the dough into an 8-inch log. Cut the log into 4 equal pieces, then divide each piece into 6 little rolls. To create surface tension so the rolls will puff up round, roll each into a little ball. One at a time, pinch 1 side of the ball with your fingers as though stretching loose skin, then tuck the stretched dough into a pucker at the bottom of the ball. Do this several times until the surface looks taut. Dredge the rolls in flour and arrange pucker-side down in a greased 9x13x2-inch baking pan, 4 rows across, 6 rows down. Loosely drape with plastic wrap and let rise in a warm place until generously doubled, 1-1/2 to 2 hours. The rolls should all be touching.

5. Set a rack in the lower-middle level of the oven. Heat the oven to 375 degrees F. Bake the cake until all the rolls are puffed and richly browned, and those in the center register at least 190 degrees F on an instant-read thermometer, about 20 minutes. Let the cake rest in the pan for 3 minutes, then gently shake the pan back and forth until the cake loosens. Invert the cake onto a cookie sheet, then reinvert it onto a rack. Serve warm or at room.
We’ve come a long way baby!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Sophronia Simone!

drawing by ana traina ~ 2011 ~

Sophronia Simone lived contently on a saffron farm,
for it had tons and tons of enormous yellow-ish charm.
However, when the wind blew east or more specifically northeast...
she would get the strangest stinging beneath her underarm!

All at once, Sophronia Simone’s bonnet, and rosy red hair would unravel!
Silver sleigh bells would sound, or perhaps, it was the telephone’s towering babble.
Then a curious thing didst happen, indeed, her hair and bonnet weaved into a kite!
And in her Canterbury belle-blue dress, she sailed along the wind, in misdirected flight,
Just past the Aix-la-Chapelle!

O, did I forget to mention she was the second cousin to Margarete Getrud Zelle?



Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Billy Boy!

Billy boy and me!
Child of the Heavens,
the angel on the left, I recognize you.  
Are your travels fun?
Earth worms.
Leaping toads.
I remember.
You're my brother
far and wide in time,
you were only seven.
Then zero.
You walk where no child has returned.
Yet, sometimes, I see you.
I see you there.
Confounded senses.
Indian blanket, fried chicken,
your blue military cap.
I remember
Memories burn deep, burn bright, burn forever and ever
and even circle around in my toe.

Excerpt from the play ~From Riverdale to Riverhead ~ By Anastasia Traina