Monday, July 29, 2019

COME INTO THE GARDEN 1855

 "Come into the garden, Maud..." (1855)
                          -Sir Alfred , Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) (excerpts)
 
COME into the garden, Maud,For the black bat, night, has flown,
  

                                              
ALL night have the roses heard the flute, violin, bassoon.
  
                                                 
To the dancers dancing in tune, til silence fell with the waking bird, and a hush with the setting moon.



Now half to the setting moon are gone, and half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone the last wheel echoes away.

And the soul of the rose went into my blood, as the music clashed in the hall; and long by the garden lake I stood....

From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
                        our wood, that is dearer than all;

From the meadow your walks have left so sweet that whenever a March-winds sighs He sets the jewel print of your feet.

The lilies and roses were all awake,
they sighed for the dawn and thee.
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Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, come hither,
                     the dance is done.

There has fallen a splendid tear from the passion-flower at the gate.

The red rose cries,, "She is near, she is near."
And the white rose weeps " She is late."

And the larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear," 
                     and the lily whispers " I wait"

My heart would hear her and beat, were it earth in an earthy bed....

My dust would hear her and beat....
  

Would start and tremble under her feet.......

 
 And blossom and purple and red.
 Photographs 2019 "Come into the Garden Maud" From Poems of Tennyson, Collier and Son 1902

Thursday, July 25, 2019

BLACKBERRIES.....

 "I ate mythology and dreamt of blackberries..." -― Yusef Komunyakaa
 Growing up  we picked blackberries every summer. Especially in  late August, before school got back in.My mother would don her  railroad engineer overalls with the blue pinstripes, tie her hair up in a kerchief, shove the old wooden ladder in the Dodge, pails and buckets and we'd trundle out to the far end of Victoria ( the far end THEN was near Hillside Road.)
  There was an old church there, the last of its kind, with an empty lot, covered with  brambles. My mother would  stick that old ladder on  mountains of thorns,  climb up with a pail, and she and I would pick blackberries. (She would pick. I would eat.)  My mother would undo her long kerchief, tie it  around the full pail  and lower it down to me. Then she would  tie up her hair again and continue picking. Then repeat the process.
For hours we picked. Filling pails and buckets. our hands stained , our cheeks stained with blackberry juice.  For years we did this. Till one year, before I headed to Grad school, we toodled out to our  bramble patch and it was gone. A parking lot stood in its stead. The blackberries paved under. That year she had one bag of frozen berries from the year before. Blackberry cream pie. Open baked pastry, custard on the bottom, fresh blackberries on the top, whip cream piled on top of that..........oh yum.
 This year, there were beautiful local bramble berries from a farm. A lot of  blackberry patches I've picked in the area have been taken down.Still some by the road, but  the cars zoom by and it's noisy and dirty. So have taken to getting farm berries. They're beautiful. 
 BLACKBERRY COMPOTE ( this is good as freezer jam, or on ice cream, or on a cream pie, or tarts, or just to scoop up and eat AS IS) I double this by the way....
  4 cups blackberries ( give or take....I don't worry if it's a bit more)
5 cups sugar ( that's 2 cups less than the original recipe. You can use stevia or whatever. But I detest stevia)
2 pouches Freezer jam pectin ( liquid or powdered)
4 tsps lemon juice.

 Blackberries were discovered  in the HARALDSKAER  WOMAN ( Jutland ,Denmark bog) from 490 B.C. She had consumed blackberries before she died.
 Greeks used to brew the leaves for a tea, or chew the leaves to prevent gingivitis. Roots to helped intestinal problems,and the fruit was used to prevent scurvy.
 Squish up the all the ingredients in a big, big bowl. You might want to use a pastry cutter. I used a large fork as well, and if you use frozen berries you might want to  thaw in microwave  for a big, or on counter. 
 Leave quite a few larger berries.....I wouldn't over mix. 
 It should end up like this. Great to freeze in small containers. I have one container in the fridge right now that I can use up for a couple of days.......
 In 1696 it was documented   blackberry cordials were used as medicinal drinks. In 1771 stomach ulcers were treated with blackberry cordial, or fresh fruits, or bramble wine.The juice used to dye fabric and flexible canes to make rope.
 “Blackberries seize the land, gobbling acres, blanketing banks, consuming abandoned farmhouses and their Studebakers and anything left alone in the rain for five minutes or longer.” 
― Robert Michael Pyle, Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place
 Another  story says the brambles from the Blackberry were used to make the crown of Thorns........

My mother would serve this on scones for tea, crustless toast, pound cake, on cream pies, angel food cake.....but my favourite is to ladle it over vanilla ice cream.  That was the prime treat when we got back from picking. All those years ago in that wild blackberry  patch, my mother in her pinstrip overalls, hands stained , and  pails of blackberries  at our feet.....

 Photographs 2019

Saturday, July 20, 2019

JUST PEACHY

 “Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. "― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
 When I was young, we had neighbours who always went to Las Vegas from the middle of July to the middle of August. They had this peach tree that grew flat against  their house. It was enormous. Like a big fuzzy snake.
My job, when they were away, was to pick up their mail. And I could pick as many peaches as I wanted.  Every few days I would bring over a bigger bowl and cram as many peaches as possible into its depths.
My mother made crisps, jams, sauces, stewed, but never made a Peach Pie.So I finally decided summer was not complete without one.....
INGREDIENTS: 1 double crust pastry, 1 egg beaten, 6 cups sliced peaches ( or more....I tended on the side or more), splash of lemon juice, 3/4 cup flour, 1 cup white sugar, ( or a little less), sprinkle of cinnamon, sprinkle of nutmeg
 Spread one disc of pastry in shell. Brush with some of the beaten egg. Save some for the top.
 The beaten egg helps the bottom crust to bake. You can also blind bake the bottom first. Then put in the filling ...works really great. ( Blind baking is to bake the bottom crust a bit first at 400 degrees. About 10 minutes.)
 Mix fruit with all other ingredients. Pile into shell.
 Dot with butter
 "The peach was radiant, dusky rose and gold..." ― Allegra Goodman, The Cookbook Collector
 Cover the fruit with top pastry disc.
 Brush with egg and slash slits to let steam escape.
 Pop into oven. Bake at 450 for about 10 minutes.
 Reduce heat to 350 and bake another 45 minutes. One recipe said 30 minutes, but it's not long enough.
 Let cool. If you can wait that long. then slice away.
 Tastes like fresh peaches. Delicate. As if you just picked them from the tree....
 Photographs 2019