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martedì 7 ottobre 2025

A curious Victorian interest in Apples ~ Recipes

 
As we've seen more and more times the Victorian society placed great importance on the home and a woman's role within it. Cooking was not just a task, a chore, or a duty but a significant act of love and care for family and guests. Our Victorians said:


"Food brings people together on many different levels. 
It's the nourishment of the soul and body; it's truly love."

So, after considering the singular interest in the cultivation and hybridization of apples which characterized the 19th century  which led to obtain a wide range of new ones with the most fancy names, let's start having a look at our Victorian recipes with this disposition of mind I'm fortunate and proud to have inherited from my beloved grandmother and mother.
First of all you have to know that apples were essential in every Victorian home so as it was the APPLE WATER that made a very refreshing and delightful beverage. According to The American Frugal Housewife (1838) cookbook, written by Lydia Maria Francis Child, it had also some others remarkable properties. 
At page 32 it reads:

"APPLE WATER  This is given as sustenance when the stomach is too weak to bear broth, &c. It may be made thus, — Pour boiling water on roasted apples; let them stand three hours, then strain and sweeten lightly : — Or it may be made thus, — Peel and slice tart apples, add some sugar and lemon-peel ; then pour some boiling water over the whole, and let it stand covered by the fire, more than an hour."

Apples were preserved not only by drying them, but also by making jams and jellies.
Let's say that, given the properties attributed to apples, APPLE MARMELADE was an excellent food for children and elderly people, especially if eaten for breakfast.
At page 118 the cookbook written by Miss Child reads: 

"APPLE MARMELADE — Scald apples till they will pulp from the core ; take an equal weight of sugar m large liunps, and boil it in just water enough to dip the lumps well, until it can be skimmed, and is a thick syrup ; mix this with tlie apple pulp, and simmer it on a quick fire for fifteen minutes. Keep it in pots covered with paper dipped in brandy."

During the Victorian age one of the most common recipes using apples was dumplings. I can’t say that I’ve seen many served during my lifetime, but they were obviously enormously popular then, so much so that there was even the National Apple Dumplings Day, which occured, and still occurs, on September 17th. The every-day cook-book and encyclopedia of practical recipes written by E Neill and published in 1889, at page 162 suggests the most plain recipe for BOILED APPLE DUMPLINGS:


But the most inviting I found out is that made by Mrs Crocombe, the one she used to make  following Eliza Acton's recipe: FASHIONABLE APPLE DUMPLINGS. We've already met Avis Crocombe, this Victorian lady who was the head cook 
at the dreamy country mansion Audley End House in Essex from about 1878 to 1884. Although only a little is known about her life, her handwritten cookery book was passed down through her family for generations and rediscovered by a distant relative in 2009. Her recipes give us a wonderful window into a world of flavour from 140 years ago. How to Cook The Victorian Way with Mrs Crocombe is the definitive guide to the life, times and tastes of the world's favourite Victorian cook. It features authentic do-it-yourself recipes chosen and tested by Dr Annie Gray alongside insights into daily life at Audley End from Andrew Hann, beautiful food photography and a foreword by the 'face' of Mrs Crocombe, Kathy Hipperson - click HERE if you like to read the post ~ My little old world ~ devoted to Avis Crocombe and and the world she lived in.




If you've a few minutes don't miss watching the video below to see Mrs Crocombe making her Fashionable Apple Dumplings, it's very enjoyable!


I want to suggest you another recipe from Mrs Crocombe's cookery book she also copied from Eliza Acton's best-selling Modern cookery for private families, published in 1845, which was one of the rare books of the time not mainly plagiarised from other sources. I'm sure you do remember the post ~ My little old world ~ dedicated to Miss Acton, who became famous because she was the first recipe writer giving a separate list of ingredients at the bottom of each recipe - by clicking HERE you can read it if you want. This one, Mrs Crocombe read in Acton's cookbook at page 460, looks so easy to make, inviting and tasty that I want myself to give it a try: that's the GÂTEAU DE POMMES.



For the execution, I refer you to the video below which is a real gem: to watch it feels like taking a step back in time, don't miss it!


As for baking recipes, the very first I'm suggesting you is the one I've tried some years ago and go on making every Fall as a breakfast cake: it's the 

APPLESAUCE CAKE



a true delicacy from The Amish Cook's Baking Book, which collects far ancient traditional Amish recipes.
And, of course, we can't fail to mention the APPLE PIE
I discovered that this dessert is much more ancient than I thought. The first Apple Pie recipe wasn't American and had no sugar: it dates back to 1381 England the earliest documented Apple Pie recipe and reveals a fascinating glimpse into medieval cuisine marking the humble beginnings of what would become a beloved dessert worldwide. 


As I wrote above, sugar, being an expensive luxury in medieval England, was notably absent from this recipe which relied on fruits such as pears, raisins and figs, its natural sweetness while the addition of exotic saffron - a prized spice even by modern standards - demonstrated the sophisticated palate of medieval English cooking. This historic recipe laid the foundation for centuries of culinary evolution, eventually transforming into the sugar-sweetened, cinnamon-spiced apple pie we know today.
But let's come back to our Victorian age Apple Pie recipe.
One thousand and one useful recipes and valuable hints about cooking and housekeeping, another Victorian cookbook dating back to 1890, at page 109 suggest its readers five different ways to prepare it:


Apples were used also for making cocktails and the Victorian age was a gilded age for them too.
Given that, as a teetotaler, I'm no expert on alcoholic drinks, I sought advice from family members on the matter to be able and advise you with criterion.
As first I'm suggesting you an APPLE JACK SOUR taken from one of the most famous  and probably amongst the very first Victorian cockyail books, Harry Johnson's new and improved bartender's manual published in 1882.


And eventually let's browse The Mixicologist or How to Mix All Kinds of Fancy Drinks. It was known as a classic cocktail recipe book by C. F. Lawlor, a prominent bartender from Cincinnati, first published in 1895. The book provides clear instructions for a variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks, including juleps, cobblers, punches, and "Trilbys," alongside culinary recipes and general bar-related information. It is considered a scarce and authoritative guide for aspiring bartenders and enthusiasts of vintage cocktail culture. From its pages I draw the APPLE TODDY, a cocktail fit for a cold Autumn or Winter evening:



In the sincere hope You'll have fun trying what 
I suggested You today
with the intention to let You taste a little bit of Victorian flavours,
I'm wishing You most lovely Autumn days
See you soon 




Dany





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mercoledì 1 dicembre 2021

Souvenir of November's Plays of Colors

 

Fall, leaves, fall

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

1821, by EMILY BRONTË (1818- 1848)



Cadono, le foglie, cadono

Cadono, le foglie, cadono; muoiono, i fiori;
Si allunga la notte e si accorcia il giorno;
Ogni foglia mi parla di beatitudine
Svolazzando giù dall'albero d'autunno.
Sorriderò quando ghirlande di neve
Fioriranno dove dovrebbe crescere la rosa;
Canterò quando il declino della notte
Inaugurerà una giornata più triste.

1821, EMILY BRONTË (1818-1848)



Autumn Fires

In the other gardens
   And all up in the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
   See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over, 
   And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
   The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
   Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
   Fires in the fall! 

1913, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON (1850 - 1894)






Fuochi d'autunno

Negli altri giardini
    E in ogni dove nella valle,
 Guarda la scia di fumo
Che emana dai falò d'autunno!

La piacevole estate,
    E tutti i fiori se ne sono andati,
Il fuoco rosso divampa,
   Il fumo grigio torreggia.

Canta una canzone per ogni stagione!
   In ognuna vi è qualcosa di luminoso!
I fiori in estate,
    I fuochi in autunno!

1913, ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON (1850-1894)



To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
  Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
  And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
    To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
  With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
    For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

1819, by John Keats (1795-1821)



All'autunno

Stagione delle nebbie e della dolce fecondità,
  Intimo amico del sole che matura;
Trami con lui come caricare e benedire
  Con i frutti le viti che circondano i tetti di paglia, avvolgendoli;
e piegare con le mele gli alberi dei cottage coperti di muschio,
  E colmare tutti i frutti di maturazione fino al midollo;
    E gonfiare la zucca e gonfiare i gusci di nocciola
  Con un dolce seme; per far germogliare di più,
E ancora più tardi fiori per le api,
Fino a quando non giungeranno a pensare che i giorni caldi non cesseranno mai,
    Perché l'estate ha riempito le loro celle appiccicose.

1819, John Keats (1795-1821)



After the terrible Summer that condemned us to too much drought and heat,
I did not think I could photograph any flower this year ...
but our Autumn, full of rains, compensated for the Summer and gave us some flower in bloom!
I hope you have enjoyed these belated gifts and that they have lightened your heart.
I wish you much serenity, Dear friend and readers of mine,
thanking you as always

See you soon 




Dopo la terribile estate che ci ha condannati a troppa siccità ed arsura, non credevo di poter fotografare fiori quest'anno... invece l'autunno, prodigo di piogge, ha compensato l'estate e qualche fioritura ce l'ha donata!
Spero che abbiate gradito questi doni tardivi e che vi abbiano alleggerito il cuore.
Vi auguro tanta serenità, miei Cari amici e lettori,
ringraziandovi come sempre

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mercoledì 1 novembre 2017

The Ancient Art of Sewing I inherited


From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, 
any other woman can surmise her thoughts.  

~Honoré de Balzac



Grandmother Emma, ​​mom's Mom, after completing her compulsory education, went to learn how to sew in such a prestigious dressmaking's that worked for the most affluent and welthy Gentlemen and Ladies in Genoa (I'm talking about the early 1900s); still a maiden, being the last one to arrive, she was delivering the clothes just finished directly to the home of those who ordered them or went to their homes to take the test measures and then bring them back to the laboratory for the finishing touches with perfect measurements - she told me about dream apartments, such as those we may see in the movies - and she soon, being a work of love for her, became a very capable dressmaker with unspeakable precision, specialized mainly in the preparation of trousers, one of the most difficult garments amongst all the clothes to sew !


Grandmother Emma as a young girl



Imagine how charmed I could feel while seeing her sewing when her ability had reached its peak, at a speed for me, who a little girl, really incredible: when she sewed her tiny points all perfectly identical to each other so much to look like if they were sewed with the machine, and when she was sewing with her very heavy machine, inserted in the briar root furniture, typical of the forties and fifties, the speed with which that needle went up and down ... well, I didn't even saw it, and in a moment the seam was made ... for me she was a sort of 'needle fairy', she was so able, so that soon, among her many colleagues, she became shortly the best in a quite short time and often the most difficult works came to her, not by chance !

My Grandfather used to watch my abduction in observing her and often told me:
- Learn, learn how to sew little darling, for a woman the art of sewing is so precious ( Mom didn't want to learn it since she didn't like it all )!
which stimulated my desire to learn what seemed to me to be almost a magical art, that in very few moments turned pieces of fabric in garments, to say the least perfect, or that, wonderfully, if they were blown, it was able to repaired them ...
And so I could not really escape from the desire to learn how to use the needle, discovering in sewing not only an art of extreme utility, but also a very relaxing, fulfilling one that can go hand with hand with creativity and inspiration when it is applied with passion.


Grandmother Emma and Grandfather Gino at the time of their engagement



I remember with love the patience and the passion with which she taught me to sew the first buttons (I was only 6 years old) and then to pin, to baste, to make the first seams by hand and then to use her sewing machine, with her great anxiety, because it had no protection for the fingers, and it was driven by a large, heavy iron pedal to which I originally came to feet when my age was low and my still low stature didn't allow me to reach it: I needed two cushions on my chair to reach the seam plan, but I was getting away from the pedal that I literally used with the tip of my feet's fingers.

With her help I prepared my home-made trousseau when I got married, and when Daddy retired, just considering this passion of mine, gave me as a gift a more modern, lightweight and handy sewing machine, and even today, that I'm sure, she keeps on following me and driving me from Up Above, whenever I hold her scissors which so much have worked in her hand, I feel her presence by my side, almost as if she would still drive me; unfortunately, time is always too limited for all the interests and passions of mine, so I am forced to devote a little time to sewing, as well as to embroidery, but as soon as I can, I try to forget all the rest and allow myself to enjoy a little bit of this passion, especially to make the home more welcoming during this period of the year when we spend more time in our nest enjoying the warmth of the hearth.

Days ago I have been delighted to sew these little things


that, with the addition of some of our woods gifts, have become the centerpiece of our kitchen for these Autumn days ... 




Ah, Autumn, the season which brings us back to our homes waiting for the fascination of Winter that's so wonderful to contemplate behind the window panes !

Thank you Grandma for helping me and for passing me down this talent ... although I will never be as good and skillful as you were, to sew goes on representing a relaxing and satisfying activity for me, able to create pretty and communicating warmth objects with which 'to dress' the intimacy of our home ... and thank you for having always been by my side to the last with your so precious Love.



Dearest Friends and Readers of mine, 
before than taking my leave of you,
with the deepest gratitude ever, 
let me send you all my love !


See you soon 💕












Dal modo in cui una donna tira il filo ad ogni punto del suo lavoro di cucito,
qualsiasi altra donna può supporre i suoi pensieri.


~ Honoré de Balzac



- fotografia 1 




Nonna Emma, la mamma di mamma, dopo aver concluso le scuole dell'obbligo, andò ad imparare a cucire in un'allora prestigiosa sartoria che lavorava per i più abbienti signori di Genova ( vi parlo dei primi anni del 1900 ); ancora fanciulla, essendo l'ultima arrivata, era lei che consegnava gli abiti appena ultimati direttamente a casa di chi li ordinava e che si recava a domicilio per prendere le misure di prova per poi riportare gli indumenti in laboratorio da ultimare con le misure perfette, - mi raccontava di appartamenti da sogno, come quelli che si vedono nei films - e che presto, trattandosi altressì di un lavoro che la appassionava, divenne un'abilissima sarta dalla precisione indicibile, specializzata soprattutto nella preparazione di pantaloni da uomo, uno dei capi d'abbigliamento più difficili in assoluto da confezionare !



- fotografia 2 - Nonna Emma da ragazzina



Immaginate quanto potesse affascinarmi il vederla cucire, quando ormai la sua abilità aveva raggiunto l'apice, ad una velocità per me, bambina ancora piccola, incredibile: quando cuciva a mano i suoi punti piccolissimi erano tutti perfettamente identici l'uno all'altro tanto da sembrare dati con la macchina, quando cuciva con la sua pesantissima macchina, inserita nel mobile di radica, tipico degli anni quaranta-cinquanta, la velocità con cui quell'ago andava su e giù ... io neppure lo vedevo, ed in un attimo la cucitura era fatta ... per me era una sorta di fata dell'ago, era davvero bravissima, tanto che presto tra le sue numerose colleghe in breve tempo era infatti divenuta a suo tempo la migliore e spesso i lavori più cavillosi capitavano a lei, non a caso !

Il nonno, nel vedere il mio rapimento nell'osservarla, era solito dirmi:
- Impara, impara a cucire piccola mia, che per una donna l'arte del cucito è preziosissima !
il che non faceva che incentivare il mio desiderio di apprendere quello che mi sembrava un fare quasi magico, che nell'arco di pochissimi istanti trasformava pezzi di stoffa staccati in capi d'abbigliamento a dir poco perfetti o che, meravigliosamente, se sdruciti, li riparava ...
E così non potei davvero sottrarmi dalla volontà di imparare ad usare l'ago, scoprendo nel cucire non solo un'arte di estrema utilità, ma anche decisamente rilassante, appagante, che si piega alla creatività e all'estro, quando è applicata con passione.



- fotografia 3 - Nonna Emma e Nonno Gino all'epoca del loro fidanzamento



Ricordo con amore la pazienza e la passione con cui m'insegnò a cucire i primi bottoni (avevo allora 6 anni) e poi a spillare, imbastire, a fare le prime cuciture a mano e poi quelle a macchina, con sua grande ansia, perché la sua macchina da cucire non aveva alcuna protezione per le dita, ed era azionata da un grande, pesante pedale in ferro al quale dapprincipio i miei piedi stentavano ad arrivare data la mia tenera età e la mia ancora esigua statura: mi ci voleva il cuscino sulla seggiola per raggiungere il piano di cucitura, ma così mi allontanavo sempre di più dal pedale che azionavo letteralmente in con la punta delle dita dei piedi !

Con il suo aiuto mi sono preparata il corredo per la casa quando mi sono sposata, dato che quando papà andò in pensione mi fece dono di una macchina da cucire portatile, più moderna, leggere e maneggevole della sua, ed ancor oggi, che, ne sono certa, mi continua a seguire e guidare dall'alto dei Cieli, ogni qualvolta prendo in mano le sue forbici che tanto, tanto hanno lavorato nelle sue mani, sento la sua presenza al mio fianco, quasi come se ancora mi guidasse; purtroppo il tempo è sempre troppo limitato per i miei interessi e le mie passioni, per cui al cucito, così come al ricamo, sono costretta a dedicare ben poco tempo, ma non appena posso, cerco di dimenticare il resto e mi lascio andare a questa passione, soprattutto per rendere la casa più accogliente in quei momenti dell'anno in cui trascorriamo più tempo nel nostro nido cercando appagamento nel calore del focolare domestico.

Giorni fa mi sono dedicata con diletto a confezionare queste piccole cose 



- fotografia 4 - zucche di stoffa confezionate da me



che, con l'aggiunta di alcuni doni dei nostri boschi, sono divenute il centro tavola della nostra cucina in questi giorni di autunno ... 



- fotografia 5, fotografia 6 e fotografia 7 - centrotavola autunnale



Ah, l'autunno, la stagione che ci riconduce nelle nostre case in attesa del fascino dell'inverno da contemplare dietro i vetri delle nostre finestre !


Grazie nonna per avermi aiutata e per avermi tramandato questo tuo talento ... anche se mai diventerò brava ed abile come te, il cucito continua a rappresentare per me un'attività distensiva ed appagante grazie alla quale poter realizzare anche oggetti graziosi e che comunicano il calore con cui vestire l'intimità della nostra dimora ... e grazie per essermi sempre stata vicino fino all'ultimo con il tuo Amore. 





Carissimi Amici e Lettori,
prima di prendere congedo da Voi,
con la più profonda gratitudine che mai,
lasciate che vi invii il mio più sentito affetto !


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I'm on cloud nine, my heart is overflowing with joy and I'm sure that Grandmother Emma is exulting with me in Heaven  


mercoledì 2 novembre 2016

Autumn is eventually knocking at our door...


“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn — that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness — that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”


Jane Austen (1775 - 1817)


"Il suo piacere nel passeggiare deve derivarle dall'esercizio e dalla giornata, dal vedere gli ultimi sorrisi dell'anno su foglie fulve e su siepi appassite, e dal  ripetere a se stessa alcune delle mille descrizioni poetiche esistenti sull'autunno - quella stagione di influenza peculiare e inesauribile sulla mente in quanto a gusto e a tenerezza -. quella stagione che ha ispirato in ogni poeta degno di essere letto qualche tentativo di descriverla, o alcune righe che esprimono sentimento "




Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,

And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,

And night by night the monitory blast

Wails in the key-hold, telling how it pass'd

O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes,

Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt

Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods

Than any joy indulgent summer dealt.



William Allingham (1824 - 1889), from Autumnal Sonnet










Ora il fuoco d'autunno brucia lentamente lungo i boschi,

E giorno dopo giorno le foglie morte cadono

 e si mischiano tra loro,

E notte dopo notte il vento minaccioso

Geme nelle serrature, raccontando come passò

Su campi vuoti, su solitudini montane,

Su ondate ampie e cupe; ed ora la potenza si avverte

Della malinconia, più tenera nei suoi moti

Di qualsiasi gioia che possa elargire l'indulgente estate.



William Allingham (1824 - 1889), from Autumnal Sonnet







An altered look about the hills—

A Tyrian light the village fills—

A wider sunrise in the morn—

A deeper twilight on the lawn—

A print of a vermillion foot—

A purple finger on the slope—

A flippant fly upon the pane—

A spider at his trade again—

An added strut in Chanticleer—

A flower expected everywhere—

An axe shrill singing in the woods—

Fern odors on untravelled roads—

All this and more I cannot tell—

A furtive look you know as well—

And Nicodemus' Mystery

Receives its annual reply!

                                            

 Emily Dickinson - F 90 (1859);140









Un aspetto diverso hanno le colline-

Una luce purpurea riempie il villaggio-

Un'alba più ampia ha il mattino-

Un crepuscolo più profondo sul prato-

Un'impronta vermiglia di un piede-

Un dito viola sul pendìo-

Una mosca impertinente sul vetro-

Un ragno di nuovo al suo lavoro- 

Il gallo di nuovo impettito-

Un fiore atteso ovunque- 

Un'ascia che stridula canta nei boschi-

odori di felci su strade non battute-

Tutto questo e di più non posso dire-

Uno sguardo furtivo da che ben sappiamo-

Come del Mistero di Nicodemo-

Ogni anno ha la sua replica!



             Emily Dickinson - F 90 (1859);140



E lasciate che concluda questa carrellata di immagini e di citazioni sull'autunno che tanto mi colma il cuore di gioia con un ultimo pensiero di Rainer Maria Rilke, poeta vissuto a cavallo tra l'epoca vittoriana e quella edoardiana, nato nell'allora Impero Austroungarico e deceduto in quella che divenne la Repubblica Ceca:


“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”


*•.¸♥♥¸.•**•.¸♥♥¸.•**•.¸♥♥¸.•*


"In nessun altro momento (eccetto che in autunno) la terra si lascia assaporare in un'unico odore, quello della terra matura; in un profumo che non è in alcun modo inferiore al profumo del mare, amaro laddove sconfina nel gusto, e molto più dolce del miele quando si sente che tocca i primi suoni. Ha in sé una profondità, l'oscurità, un qualcosa di quasi tombale."


Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926 )




E che il vostro mese di Novembre abbia in serbo per voi tante piccole cose per cui gioire, 
grazie ancora e sempre di cuore a tutti voi

a presto 💕