Lapsang takes his ease after breakfast.--ml
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Science is experiment.
Experiments do fail.
Saa-a-a-a...
My post, Another Fruit Cake, contains a recipe for Tropical Fruit Cake which came out of Dorothy's recipe file. It is a light, as in color, fruit cake featuring Brazil nuts, dates and maraschino cherries. I vaguely remember Dorothy making this, though I preferred her darker Royal King Fruit Cake.
Ann remembers it, too.
So, for the first time, I tried to follow the recipe on Dorothy's card. Uncharacteristically I stuck pretty close to the directions and measures on the card.
The result was not good.
It made eight small loaves. It over baked, slightly, in an hour, rather than an hour and a half to two hours, in a cooler oven than called for (because my oven usually runs about 25o hotter than set). Each is an Andean diorama of Brazil nuts, cherries and dates barely connected at the bottom of deep crevasses with a rubbery sponge. There was not enough batter to cover the nuts and fruit, which is how I remember this cake. Separating the batter ingredients from the filler shows the recipe to be a basic sponge: Roughly equal parts of sugar, flour and eggs. (I think three eggs would be about three-quarters of a cup.)
So the problem would appear to be a mismatch in the quantities of fruits to cake. I would recommend cutting the fruit and nuts in half, or doubling the batter parts. Except. I double checked the recipe I used with the original card. They are the same. Here's an almost identical version of Dorothy's recipe that I found through Google.
Now I have about a pound of beautifully roasted Brazil nuts agglomerated to a scant pound of too dried out dates by a thin plastic sponge.
Maybe I could add more batter and steam it to rejuvinate the dates. Maybe I could break it up and start over with just the batter?
Maybe I could just start over?
Maybe I could forget it?
hmmm.....
--ml
Rather than consult a host of cookery books, or, infinitely worse, trust my memory, I like to print out a sheaf of recipes for the day and one or two preceding which I meditate upon during those clusters of moments when my frazzled ego screams at my dazed id: Fer gawds sake what comes next? Here is a sketch of one such. I will add to it to make it more complete:
| Quantity | Unit | Item |
| 10-12 | lb | goose |
| 1 | lb | almonds |
| 1 | tsp | allspice |
| 1/3 | cup | bleu cheese |
| 2 | each | apples |
| 1 | qt | cream |
| 2 | lbs | bulgar |
| 1 | lb | filberts |
| 1 | lb | carrots |
| 1 | each | garlic |
| 1/2 | tsp | cloves |
| olive oil | ||
| 1 | tsp | fennel seed |
| 1/2 | lb | pecans |
| 1 | bunch | Italian parsley |
| 6 | oz | shallot |
| 1/2 | tsp | nutmeg |
| 1 | cup | shitake |
| 1 | cup | oatmeal |
| 1 | bunch | broccoli |
| 1 | tsp | paprika |
| 2 | cups | buttermilk |
| 6 | slices | red onion |
| 1 | rib | celery |
| 1 1/2 | tsp | sage, thyme etc |
| 1 | curly endive | |
| 1 | squash | |
| 12 | eggs | |
| 1/2 | cup | wild rice |
| 13 | cup | flour |
| 1 | lbs | brown sugar |
| 1/2 | tsp | ginger root |
| 1 1/2 | lbs | chicken breast |
| 1 | orange | |
| 42 | oz | chicken stock |
| 1 1/2 | tbl | vegetable oil |
| 1/4 | cup | cider vinegar |
| 1 | cup | watercress |
| 12 | oz | cranberries |
| 1 | red pepper | |
| 6 | cup | lard |
| 12 | red potatoes | |
| 1 | tbl | molasses |
| 6 | med | onions |
| 2 | cup | sugar |
| 3 Eggs | 1 Cup Cake Flour |
| 1 Cup Milk | 2 Tbl Butter |
| 1/2 Lb Ground Chicken | Salt & Pepper |
| 1 Cup Matzo Meal | 1 Tbl Olive Oil |
| 2 Garlic Cloves. Smashed | 6 Eggs |
| 1 Tsp Sage | 2 Tbl Heavy Cream |
| 1 Tsp Thyme | 4 Tbl Butter |
| 1/2 Tsp Rosemary,Crushed | 1/4 Cup Italian parsley |
| 1/8 Tsp Cayenne |
| 1 tbl butter | 20 oz water |
| 1 lb carrots | 1 tsp sugar |
| 1 orange, juiced | 3 medium onions, chopped |
| 2 garlic cloves, chopped | 1 cup heavy cream |
| 1/3 cup all purpose flour | salt & pepper |
| 20 oz chicken stock | 1 cup watercress, chopped |
| 10 lb goose | 1 tsp celery seed |
| 1/2 lb apricots, dried | 1/2 tsp cayenne |
| 1 miniature Frangelico | 1 cup hazel nuts, chopped |
| 2 tbl olive oil | 1 cup tart apples, diced |
| 2 cups wild rice | 1 bunch Italian parsley, chopped fine |
| 2 cups bulgar | 20 oz chicken stock |
| 6 cups water | 1/4 cup flour |
| 1/4 lb butter | 1 qt buttermilk |
| 1/2 cup onion, diced | 2 cups peaches |
| 1 tbl caraway seed | 2 tbl butter |
| 3 lbs turnips | 1 tbl sesame oil |
| 3 tbl cilantro, chopped | 1 tbl sugar |
| 3 garlic cloves | 1 tbl sesame seeds |
| 3 tbl rice vinegar | 2 tbl Canadian bacon, chopped fine. |
UPDATE! Read before baking!
Ann reminds me that Dorothy made another fruit cake less molassesy dark, but also rich and moist and loaded with dates. Ann says she has encountered the recipe now and again in odd places. Once she saw it in Vogue magazine. It is called Tropical Fruit Cake and features red and green maraschino cherries and whole Brazil nuts. The last item is lacking in the Royal King Fruit Cake recipe as Dorothy made it which leads me to wonder if I have conflated the two recipes in making my own version. Hmm. frailty. Mumble...mumble.
Tropical Fruit Cake
Categories: Cakes
Yields: 6
3 cups Brazil Nuts
1 pound Dates Pitted
1 cup Maraschino Cherries Red & Green Mixed
0.75 cup Flour All Purpose
0.75 cup sugar
0.5 teaspoon baking powder
0.5 teaspoon salt
3 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
Dump nuts & fruit into a large bowl. Sift dry ingredients together. Add to fruits & Nuts. Mix with hands until well covered (The nuts and fruit, not your hands, silly.) Beat eggs in a small bowl until foamy. Add vanilla. Pour over fruits & nuts. Mix well. Bake in greased, papered loaf pan in a 3000f. oven for 1 1/2 to 2 hours.
So yesterday the Kidtm informed me that it had been years since I had made a Peppermint Roll. There was no arguing with this. It is true.
Too late for the Dutch observance of Saint Nick's day, and all but too late for the day itself when much of the rest of the world celebrates the grand bishop of Turkey, patron of children, who mostly made it a practice to rescue young girls, whose families could not dower them, with sufficient of the ready to find a proper husband and avoid a life of desolation as either a spinster or prostitute. To this humble foundation the World and his Wife have added substance and structure over many centuries and in much of the planet. Many cultures remember his generosity by giving him vast scope to gift all the children of the world with ephemera of far greater worth (to toy makers and retailers and multifarious and nefarious bankers) then dozens of dowries. Some have changed his name: Father Christmas, Santa Claus, Pere Noel, Nikolaus, Sinterklaas, or more colloquially: De Sint. The time of his appearance has been moved about to suit the convenience of whatever establishment there may be. Even his costume changes along with his avoirdupois.
The Dutch call him Sinterklaus and welcome the jolly gent on his arrival from Spain a day or two before the fifth of December as he saunters in his red and white Bishop's rig, complete with miter and crozier, from the docks into town on his white horse, Amerigo (or maybe Schimmel). Gamboling at his side is his faithful servant, Zwarte Piet. Black Peter is a moor. Thus the whole set up ties in with a 16th century milieu as the product relaunch for this version of Saint Nicolas. Piet's function is to toss handfuls of Peppernotten indiscriminately at all and sundry, and to hand out the gifts after Sinterklaas has pronounced judgment on the behavior of the household's children. Sometimes these character assessments are delivered in verse. Whether doggerel or poetry depends on the ability and taste of the writer (usually der Pa or der Ma). Willful miscreants were suitably treated to Morally edifying gifts such as a bit of coal, in mindfulness of their current destinalion, or a wisp of nutritious straw. The ones who sweet talked their way past the parental sense of duty to cuddle in the indulgence spot got more various things, useful or otherwise.
But, today, Piet makes some uncomfortable. Is he a racist stereotype? Depends. While folk argue that one, some turn Piet blue or orange, which possibly will offend any old punk rocker in the neighborhood. Perhaps the most true position is to concentrate on his role as helper, rather than his appearance which is true to the historical context, but not germane to the modern role.
Here then are this year's Peppernotten and the Peppermint Roll, which is a chocolate meringue rolled around whipped cream and crushed peppermint sticks.

Peppermint RollAdjust the time and temp to suit your stove.
Categories: Dessert
Yields: 10
3 tablespoon Droste's (Dutch processed) Cocoa
0.5 cup powdered sugar
5 Eggs separated
0.75 cup heavy cream
0.5 cup peppermint sticks
Preheat oven to 350f. Line a jelly roll pan with wax (parchment) paper and butter and flour it. Sift together cocoa, powdered sugar and a dash of salt. Separate eggs. Beat whites stiff. Beat yolks light. Add dry ingredients. Fold in whites. Pour into jelly roll pan. Bake 20 - 25 minutes. Turn onto a cloth sprinkled with powdered sugar. Cool slightly. Beat cream stiff. Spread over meringue. Crush peppermint sticks between two sheets of wax paper. Sprinkle on cream. Roll. Wrap in wax paper and chill.
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Fool-a me twice: Shame on ME!
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Fool-a me twice: Shame on ME
Fool-a me three- times: NO CAN BE!!!
Of the early signs that Christmas would come, Dorothy's making of Fruit Cake was near the first. Dark, rich, moist, more fruit and nuts than cake, its complex flavors delight the palette and signify the joyous munificence that is supposed to be the hallmark of the season.
Dorothy's was all of that with a hint of spirits -- a cheap California brandy -- to preserve. Well, when I reached an age to be interested in such, I swore she used the same small flask of brandy year after year with the tide line barely budging. As a senior in High School I judged it time she got a new bottle. So, over a week or two, I and a pal or two diluted our orange juice with a dab that might have served Beau Brummel as cologne, but took some doing to finally evaporate the contents. What rips we thought ourselves! But I digress.
October, or early November. the aromatic loaves lay on the counter when I returned home from. Small, mahogany cakes, glistening with the baptismal alcohol, awaited their foil wrapping. Once wrapped they disappeared into a high closet shelf to mellow and age several weeks before taking the center of many a holiday sweet tray. Frequently it was arrayed in a white frosting that the unsuspecting might be forgiven for thinking was some sort of crême or fondant. One bite and the sweet tang of well brandied hard sauce disabused the unfortunate youngster who sampled a generous fingerful.
To judge by its name, I think Dorothy's recipe came from a woman's magazine of the thirties or forties. It has the sound of a publicist's best insinuation: Royal King Fruit Cake.
It's most salient feature was a modest admixture of black walnuts. These get harder to find as time regresses ever-relentless forwards providing us with more and more of less and less.
But the essence of fruit cake is the glacé fruit. This is a lengthy process of preserving fruit by replacing the moisture in fruit or peel with a sugar syrup. Traditionally this is strictly cane sugar and water transfused slowly over several days to preserve the texture of the original fruit. In US manufacture the process is sped by the admixture of corn syrup, dye, and the rest of the food chemist's bag of tricks. For more on the process see here. Dorothy's recipe calls for two pounds of glacéd fruit, plus a pound and a half, each, of currants and raisins. This, with a pound of coconut and a pound or two of nuts, is divided among eleven loaves and a modest round pudding basin.
It makes for wonderful seasonal gifts ... always assuming that you are the sort who likes mostly people with a fondness for fruit cake. If they blench on opening, you have encountered one of the majority with no stomach for the crittur. Curiously there is no middle ground. No one can "take it or leave it alone" like Mr Thurber's bear. Growing up with the stuff, I belong in the minority who have a notion of what is good. At least I do when it comes to fruit cake.
After I left home, whenever I thought there might be access to an oven, I would pester Dorothy for the recipe. She obliged every time. Once, at one odd juncture, I managed to organize, briefly, my recipes. All told I found a dozen copies in Dorothy's fist, either by pen or typewriter. It was among the very first recipes I digitized. A random sampling of copies from my current files:
| 1/2 Lb Citron Peel | 1/2 Lb Lemon Peel |
| 1/2 Lb Orange Peel | 1/2 Lb Fruit Mix, Your choice |
| 1/2 Lb Coconut, Cut Fine | 24 Oz Currants |
| 24 Oz Raisins, Seeded Muscats | 2 Cups Sugar, Brown |
| 1/2 Lb Butter | 4 Eggs |
| 1 Cup Molasses | 1/2 Cup Milk |
| 4 Cups Flour, Bread | 1 Tsp Baking Soda |
| 2 Tsp Cream Of Tartar | 1 Tsp Cinnamon |
| 1 Tsp Nutmeg, Or Mace | 1/2 Tsp Cloves |
| 1 Cup Walnuts, Black |
Cream of tartar and baking soda make a leaven similar to Baking powder. With the arrival of modern commercial baking powders,that are more controlled and therefore predictable in their effects than home brewed, cream of tartar has become hard to find. Substitute 3 Tsp baking powder.
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Hard sauce?| 1/2 cup sugar | |
| 1/2 Tbl cornstarch | mix all three in saucepan |
| 1/8 Tsp salt | |
| 1 cup hot water | add slowly stir constantly to keep sauce smooth |
| 1 Tbl butter | add both |
| 2 Tbl brandy | cook until clear |
My annual visit to this has changed the ingredients some.
I add:
These get vacuum sealed and labeled.
One year I gave a cake to my mentor Doc Shaffer. He took it to a gathering in Seattle. Norm Rice, then Seattle's Mayor, was among the guests and liked the cake. "It's the nuts!" Norm Rice said as Doc reported to me.
But my most treasured reaction came one year from my Father-in-law: "Anybody who puts whole Brazil nuts in fruit cake can't be all bad!"One of Earle's favorite comments was:
But I first encountered word inflation, not through Victor Borge's twoderful skit, but when Earle turned 45. Overnight the comment grew:
Now is Dum Luk's time. About 11 am PST visitor number 10,000 (according to Sitemeter) came calling from Princeton, New Jersey, in quest of portable beehive ovens.
So now all of you kind readers are "among the lucky first twenty thousand".