Thursday, November 12, 2020

FRUITCAKE WEATHER

"We  Need a little Christmas, right this very minute. Slice up the fruitcake. It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough...." - Jerry Herman
"Looks like fruitcake weather", my mother would say. Right after Remembrance day. Like clockwork. Fruitcake weather was grey, soggy, boggy , windy, and chilly with sleet. Dark at 3pm. "Perfect" , she would say. 
First thing to do was to shop for supplies. Down to the store she would go and come back with an army of butter, eggs and  so forth, in brown paper bags. The bags were important.  They would line the tins. It was my job to cut up the paper to match the tins.
I really did not care for my mother's usual fruitcake. Tasted mostly of molasses and cinnamon, and strongly of sherry....which she would sploosh on top after it was baked. It could walk on it's own after that....

  My Favourite Recipe  is:

Chocolate Cranberry Fruitcake. Freezes great. Has a glop of rum in the fruit, but just a glop and no more,  and chocolate chips scattered into the batter. Combine in groups like this:

GROUP A 1 cup golden raisins, 1 cup dried cranberries, 1/4 cup rum ( or booze of your choice), 1 cup chopped almonds, 1-2 cups choc chips.
GROUP B 1 1/2 cups flour, 1 tsp cinnamon, 1 tsp ground ginger, 1/2 tsp baking powder, 1/4 tsp baking soda, 1/2 tsp nutmeg, 1/4 tsp allspice

GROUP C  ½ cup butter ( not margarine)   

    ¾ cup brown sugar, 3 l large eggs, 2 tbsp maple syrup

    1/3 cocoa (mix in with the softened butter),  ½-3/4 cup orange juice


Now before any of the groups are combined, make sure you have your tins ready. My mother would let me cut up the paper grocery bags, then we would slather our hands with butter and  smoosh the butter all over the paper in  the tins. She would make multiple batches, so lots of tins. I tend to use the small loaf tins.

METHOD:

  1. Combine  A Group in one bowl with the booze or orange juice. It should sit for 24 hours to steep and let the flavours mellow.
  2. Combine  B  Group in another bowl.

  1. Pour B Group into C Group, mixing well.
  2. Add A Group and stir till well mixed.
  3. Have ready a parchment lined loaf pan, and small pan of water in oven Preheated to 300 degrees.

"When we recall Christmas past, we usually find the simplest things...not the great occasions.....give off the greatest glow of happiness...." - Bob Hope
Bake in oven till cake tester comes out clean. This may take 40 minutes to 1 hour. You must test cake periodically, and add minutes to baking timer as needed.

                       

Can make 7 small loaf tins, or 1 large ring.If doing large add more time and test as you go along. Might take about an hour.

I triple this recipe and it makes 1 9x13 pan plus two  small, lined with parchment paper, not brown paper,  loaf tins.My mother's cake was always wrapped up and  given away. For us she would toast it in thick slices, then spread butter on the slices after toasting. It was really good that way. And you couldn't quite taste the molasses. Or the sherry.
So every  year, at this time, I think " It's Fruitcake weather...." The wind  will howl, the rain and sleet  pound the trees with their leftover leaves....
This year I think we all need a little Christmas...or rather a  LOT of Christmas. Time to celebrate.....

 "To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy,is to have the real spirit of Christmas..." -Calvin Coolidge


Photographs 2020



Sunday, November 8, 2020

"HE DIED FOR MEN HE NEVER KNEW"


A BOY WAS BORN by E. Hilton Young 
(1879-1960) 
I found this old poem, a yellowed newspaper clipping ,with  a stash of old photographs in a beaten up shoebox in my mother's closet. Poem is considered to be a Christmas poem rather than Remembrance Day. Written around 1923.
 (The photographs are from  1890's up to 1943 and are family pics, for illustration only.
 They are not photos of E. Hilton Young )
1898 Grenadier guards Robert Woods
 A boy was born......


1890s
........... at Bethlehem

1910. Picnic

That knew the haunts of Galilee.
1912 Moorland school Bethune Saskatchewan
He wandered on Mount Lebanon
1914
And learned to love each forest tree
1890's Isabella Shiels
But I was born at Marlborough
Robert Shiels 1890
And love the homely faces there;
1910 Scottish homestead
And for all other men besides
'Tis little love I have to spare
1915 the war years
I should not mind to die for them,
1914-1919 WW1 memorial
My own dear downs, my comrades true,
1919
But that great heart of Bethlehem,
1920's new fangled plane air show
He died for men He never knew
Weddings 1920
And yet, I think,



At Golgotha,
Barn raising and plowing 1930


As his dear eyes
Robert  1930's
Were closed in death,
1941 Isobel, Isabella Shiels, Nessie ( mum) Jessie the dog.
They saw with love
1941 wartime holiday at the farm
Most passionate
1943 Yarrows Dockyard WW2
The village street at Nazareth.
1943 After Dieppe. Stuart bottom right.
Original newspaper clipping from collection of 1940's newspaper. My mother saved everything..........

*E. Hilton Young: Politician and writer. Served in the first world war enlisting in the Royal navy. Wrote his memoirs in 1920 "By Sea and Land". Entered politics in 1915 where he rose to fame. Retired from politics in 1935 where he was made Baron Kennet of the Dene. Returned to business  by 1940, heading up a ton of companies. Wrote "Memories" 1914-1919 (poetry).

Photographs 2020. Vintage family photos from 1898-1940's

 

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

LET ME REMEMBER YOU

SEPTEMBER MIDNIGHT by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)  This was originally published in Poetry, March 1914. With Remembrance Day so close, it seems full of foreshadowing............
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing.
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
The grasshopper's horn, and far off, high in the maples
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, broken,
Tired with summer.
Let me Remember You, voices of little insects
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters
Let me Remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow hushed and heavy.
Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,

While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest They Forget Them...........
Photographs 2020    "September Midnight" 1914 is in the public domain.