Sunday, September 30, 2018

Last Day of September...

 "Autumn.....the year's last, loveliest smile...." -John Howard Bryant
 "AUTUMN" by John Clare ( 1793-1864) One of the finest nature poets in Literature...I just love this poem.
 The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
 On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
 The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
 Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.
 The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread
 The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
 The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
 And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.
 Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun.
 And the rivers we're eyeing burn to god as they run.
 Burning hot is the ground....
 Liquid gold is the air;
 Whoever looks round sees Eternity there......
 "Listen the wind is rising. The air is wild with leaves.We have had our Summer evenings. Now for October eves!" -Humbert Wolfe
 Photographs 2018

Thursday, September 27, 2018

First Week of Autumn

 "The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak, and stared with his foot on his prey..."-Tennyson
 Fall has arrived with a gentle crash.....first week  in a blaze of colour. My favourite time of year.
 Last of the purple Buddleja swings in the wind, before it dies....
 And the leaves  turn. Even though it grows hot out again.
 "Yes, the year is growing old, and his eye is pale and bleared..."
                                       -William Cullen (1794-1878)
 The passage grows dull and grey. Loons gather on rocks.
 Like the cowbirds, who just can't seem to share.....
 While beautiful Cordelia watches  Cooper's Hawk rip and tear at his prize....
 "And here  the autumn melancholy dwells, and sighs her tearful spells, among the sunless shadows of the plain...." 
                                           -Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
 Skies shift and change....
 "A nightingale does not stop singing its beautiful song, at the intrusion of  an annoying woodpecker.."
                           -Suzy Kassem (Rise Up and Salute the Sun)
 And Spencer, the Cat Plant ( Scientia Cattus) has moved over to  a comfy chair. A chair that is there all season for him,when he visits,  in case his flowerpot is not to his liking......
 Hummingbirds still  come and go, and go and come to the feeder.  More so now, since blossoms are dwindling.
 Sunsets painted in gold and cream. Sometimes silver, copper, bronze, pink. Soaked in perfect hues.   And it is my favourite time of year....always my favourite. 
"Photographs capture a moment that's gone forever, impossible to reproduce..." -Karl Lagerfield
Smokey 2017

Monday, September 24, 2018

Hardtack (Civil War )

 "Supper consisted of hard bread, raw pork and coffee. The coffee you probably wouldn't recognize . Boiled in an open kettle, and about the color of a brownstone front, it was , nevertheless, the only warm thing we had..." -Charles Nott, Union Soldier ( 16 yrs old)
 HARDTACK ( a staple in the civil war) with 2 million soldiers in the Union army, only the basics were provided. A hard task to keep them from starving. I have been reading excerpts from  Civil War cookbooks.  Usually I'm fascinated by quilts of the era, but now I find myself equally compelled to try out some of these recipes.  And first off is HARDTACK.Sounds yummy, doesn't it?
Hardtack has the most simple ingredients.   
 2 cups flour, 3/4 cup water, 1 tablespoon of bacon drippings, or Crisco, or oil. 6 pinches of salt. ( And nothing else...)
This stuff kept for a long time. Granted in time it wold become mouldy or collect worms. I can imagine soldiers picking the worms out of the hardtack, before they ate it. Or throwing it into the trenches. I wonder if they ate the worms as well.....
 Combine all ingredients into a stiff dough. Use your hands if you wish.Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
  "To live far out and on, in the life of others;...to give life's best for such high sake that it should be found again unto eternal life.” ― Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain
 Pile the dough onto a greased surface. I used a silpat sheet, just cause I thought it might be easier. Flatten as best you can.
 It usually is cut into squares, but I cut it into triangles  as if they were going to be scones.The dough cuts really well.
 Hardtack was also known as "tooth dullers", since it was very very dry and hard once baked.I wonder how many men broke their teeth on it.
 Once flattened and cut into triangles ( or squares, if you prefer), separate on the baking sheet.
 I baked the tray ....the recipe says 25 minutes....but I   found to get the proper hardness had to  bake for almost 35 minutes. I kept poking at them to see if they were crunchy, or tough enough.Let's just say you can't over bake these.
 “We also ate all the rats we could catch. No doubt many died after the war from disease contracted account of these things.” 
― George Levy, To Die in Chicago: Confederate Prisoners at Camp Douglas 1862-65
 When they're done. they kind of have this resounding "thunk" . It means they're perfect. They actually look quite nice. Now comes the brave part. Tasting them.......here goes......

Well. They do not taste like scones. Really tough . Really chewy. Not something I would serve with High tea. But they would probably work with soup or stew.
 For a major treat, the soldiers would mush them up in water, and slop on some molasses. So, I was brave and actually tried that.  One word: Yuck.But if you're on the road, struggling to find enough to eat, it would probably seem like heaven. Hardtack has been remembered  in song and poem. On long marches, it would have been the only thing they  had available to eat.
 It is said that it was advised that the Hardtack should be soaked in coffee for six weeks to take care of any bugs that may have hitched a ride. Sometimes the hardtack could be crumbled up into a gruel and fried like a pancake. With more molasses as the topping.  They were inventive......they had to eat. They had to survive.
 "They were,the Spam of the era." -Sandy Levins ( food historian)
Photographs 2018