Sunday, October 14, 2012

You're In The Army Now



The Manual for Army Cooks, published by authority of the Secretary of War, 1896

This interesting document contains instructions on how to properly clean various utensils including coffee mills, tin and copper saucepans, and knives and forks;  with the additional stern admonition that before being used for cooking purposes, all utensils should be thoroughly clean, a statement that one finds, surprisingly, in a lot of 19th century cookbooks, and not just those written for men who – in most cases – one could safely assume would find the kitchen an alien environment (although the practice has fallen into disuse, punishing recalcitrant troops by assigning them to mess duty was for decades a cherished American military tradition, which meant that the people staffing the kitchens often were there due to a talent more for raising hell than cooking).

The chapter on beef includes a list of what the prudent army cook would look for in a beef delivery, with preference given to 1) spayed heifers from four to seven years old, 2) steers or bullocks (never worked) from four to six years old and 3) Free-martin (or barren heifer, a term I’ve not run across before) not over eight years old.  There are some interesting insights on how supplies and equipment were procured – the Army expected cooks to make up deficiencies from company or “mess” funds, indicating that the soldiers, non-coms and officers clubbed together to provide themselves with certain items the Commissary Department did not see fit to offer.

There is a section on how to render rancid butter edible.  Ick.  Several sample bills of fare are helpfully posted (one Sunday breakfast menu lists beef stew, mush and sirup, bread, and coffee).

Vegetables include potatoes, sweet potatoes, onions, okra, Brussels sprouts, parsnips, peas, winter squash, summer squash, cabbage, carrots, cauliflower, cucumbers, corn, beets, string beans, lima beans, boiled greens, tomatoes, turnips, salsify, spinach, celery, eggplant, artichokes, Jerusalem artichokes, asparagus and mushrooms.

Recipes range from the mundane – boiled beef and carrots – to the surprisingly cosmopolitan, reflecting perhaps the ethnically diverse nationalities that made up the rank and file.  Beef a la mode, kebabs and Turkish pillau are there, as well as an entire chapter devoted to “Spanish” recipes, including estofado, frijoles con queso, tamales, tortillas, chile con carne and (somewhat out of place) jambalaya.

The following recipes would not be found in a civilian cookbook.  At least not under these names.

BOMBSHELLS (Sufficient for 22 men)

16 ½ lbs meat
6 lbs flour
3 oz salt
1 oz pepper
Sweet herbs
Water

Cut all the meat from the bone and sinews, reserving 1 ½ lbs of fat for the paste.  Chop up the meat like sausage meat with the onions an herbs shred fine; season with one-half the salt and pepper  (In India it is the custom to mix spices, capsicums, fruit, etc., with the meat.)  Make the paste as follows:  Place on the table the flour, make a hole with the hand in the center, in which place the chopped fat and the remaining salt and pepper, then put some water in the hole; gradually stir the flour into it until it is all moistened and forms a stiff paste;  work and roll it well for two minutes; let it remain as a ball for ten minute, then roll it out to the thickness required.  Have some very clean pudding cloths ready; their size must depend on the size of the shell; divide the past according to the size, for either 12 or 32 pounders*; form it into a ball, and roll it out round; divide the chopped meat and place it in the paste; add a little water; gather it round like a dumpling; bring the cloth around it, and tie it tightly, and boil according to size; a 12-pounder, for one person, one and three-quarter hours; 32-pounder, for two, two and a half hours. The bones and cuttings must be made into a gravy, and served separate.  The meat must be made into balls the size of bullets, and placed in it.

*an inside joke.

CANNON BALLS (sufficient for 22 men)

6 lbs flour
1 ½ lbs suet
3 pints molasses
1  pint water

Chop up the suet, mix with the flour, mix the molasses with the water, put the flour into a bowl, and pour the molasses gradually upon it, mixing it with the flour; when the whole is well mied, not too soft, form it into any size balls required, flour some cloths, tie up each ball separately in cloth, not too tight, and boil from one hour and upward, according to size.  NOTE. – These, with lime-juice sauce, are an excellent anti-scorbutic, and will keep good for twelve months and longer.  They could be made before going on any long voyage, and given out as rations.

Scurvy was a concern not restricted to Navy doctors, and the War Department put a great deal of thought into prevention.  Sometimes mis-directed, as in the case of the scurvy epidemic at Ft Laramie in what was then the Department of Kansas (later Wyoming Territory), in 1858.  The Medical Department insisted that the soldiers were getting scurvy because they had access only to dried vegetables.  The Commissary Department replied that it had to be something else – there couldn’t possibly be scurvy at Ft. Laramie because, after all, they had a plentiful supply of dried vegetables.  In this as in many things, the rest of the Army sometimes wondered if the Quartermaster Corps was in the pay of the enemy.

ARTILLERY PIE  (Sufficient for 22 men)

8 lbs bread
1 lb suet
4 dozen apples
2 lbs sugar

Melt the suet in a frying pan, cut the bread into slices one-quarter of an inch in thickness,dip each piece into the melted fat, and place them in the oven to dry.  In the meantime get the apples peeled, boiled, and mashed with the sugar.  Cover the bottom of the baking dish with the bread, cover the bread with some of the apples, then some more bread over that, then the apples, and thus until all is used; place it in an oven and bake for twenty minutes.  This may be made with any kind of fruit.

The Manual for Army Cooks can be found at the wonderful MSU site, Feeding America.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Maybe She Grew A Pair

Prissy head-bumped one of the German Shepherds this morning.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Anybody Can Make A Mistake

Percy is (ahem) Prissy.

Grrrsday


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Three Down, One To Go

The spousal unit came downstairs this evening, festooned with kittens, and announced that he had names for three of them.

The little white female is Ghost (I suppose it's better than Snowball).  The other female is Rebel "because she's grey and white and she's always doing what she's not supposed to."

(Hmmmm).

The black and white male is Cochise, which I gather was the name of Little Joe Cartwright's pinto. I'm taking that on faith because we weren't allowed to watch Bonanza when I was growing up.  It should be Geronimo -- when we put them on the bed to play, he heads straight for the side and flings himself over.

That leaves the timid little grey tiger striped boy, whom I have been calling Percy because he's such a wimp. Brian doesn't care for that.  He says Percy is no name for a cat.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Vintage Advertising -- A Thread Card


It's entirely possible that I've posted this image before (it's from Dover) but it seems appropriate.

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

Our little band of refugees are developing distinct personalities but as yet aren't really named, although the white female seems to answer to Snowball*.  Then again, she answers to anything, or as much as a cat can be said to answer.   The only one that we have positively identified as male is a wee cowering tim'rous beastie and has to be coaxed out from behind Mamma.  I'm so tempted to call him Percy.

The others are perfectly at home, treating the dogs like part of the furniture, zooming all over the room as soon as the crate door opens.  Part of the socialization process is for each of them to be petted at least once a day and I think we're way beyond that.

It's kind of funny watching the Terminator walk around the house with four kittens clinging to his shoulders.

(*I must be channeling the Bobbsey Twins).

Sunday, October 7, 2012

I Don't Think I'll Be Trying This



Rabbit and Macaroni Turnovers.  Four to six ounces of cooked rabbit; 2 ounces cooked macaroni; sauce or gravy; seasoning; sauce or gravy; 4 ozs plain flour; 3 ozs. Mashed potatoes; 2 ozs. Margarine or cooking fat; 1 small teaspoon baking powder; salt; cold water.

Beat the margarine or fat to a cream.  Add the potatoes, then work in the flour, baking-powder, and a pinch of salt.  Mix the whole to a stiff dough with cold water.  Knead it slightly, roll out thinly, and divide into squares – the size depends on individual requirements.  Remove all skin and bone from the rabbit and chop it up.  Cut the macaroni in small rings and add it to the rabbit, with enough sauce or gravy to moisten the mixture.  Season carefully.  Place some of the mixture in the centre of each square of pastry, moisten the edges and fold them over, pressing them together.  Make a hole in the center of each turn-over, and brush over with a little milk.  Bake in a hot oven for about 15 minutes.

Australian Home Journal, May 1st, 1951.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Caturday!


Currently residing in the dog crate in the (locked) sewing room, are a cat and four kittens.  We're taking care of them until they are old enough to be adopted out.  None of them have names yet, but I am resisting the urge to call the white female kitten "Snowball."

Mamma was picked up in a trailer park.  She is small, quiet, pretty, and has the manners of a gentlewoman in reduced circumstances.  Someone, at some time, must have had her as a pet.  One of her paws got crushed somehow and we have to administer an oral antibiotic twice daily, an ordeal to which she submits with calm patience. The spousal unit has been admiring her.  


The Drama Queen, who is not small, not quiet, and not pretty, has been in a sustained, Olympic-caliber snit, a snit beyond which all other snits pale in comparison, ever since our little furry guests got here.  I'm almost afraid to fall asleep at night.


Friday, October 5, 2012

Quote Of The Day


Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile. ~ William Cullen Bryant.


Thursday, October 4, 2012

Fashion Advice


A boring outfit can be livened up with the right accessories.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Vintage Advertising - Cadbury's


Mouthwatering.  From Woman and Home, May 1951.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

The Servant Problem



“In no condition of service is the relation between mistress and maid of more importance than in those homes where it is only possible to employ a general servant.  It is imperative to recognize that a ‘general’ is very apt to feel lonely.  Loneliness means depression and a depressed maid never does good work and sooner or later gives notice.

Therefore, let the owner of one maid make excuses now and then to visit the kitchen, have a few minutes’ chat, ask after relatives, and generally evince the natural interest of one human being in another.  There is no need to be familiar, and the best servants do not expect or even like it, but without ever losing caste it is perfectly possible to be interested and sympathetic in new clothes, family affairs, and so forth.

When only one servant is kept the mistress of necessity has to give much help, and, as it is difficult for her to be quite regular in performing all her self-imposed duties, she cannot strictly adhere to any time-table.  The following may, however, be some slight guide.

GENERAL SERVANT’S TIME-TABLE.  Daily work in a seven-roomed house.  Family – master, mistress and one child.

6 a.m.  Rise, light kitchen fire, fill kettles, clean boots, sweep hall and steps.  Sweep, and light dining room fire, call family, and take hot water.  Help mistress to lay table, and prepare breakfast.
8 a.m.  Have kitchen breakfast while family breakfast.  Clear kitchen breakfast; tidy kitchen.  Attend to bedrooms.
9 a.m.  Help clear dining-room.  Wash breakfast things.
9:20 a.m.  Help make beds; receive daily orders.  Dust bedrooms.
10:15 a.m.  Do special work for the day.  Help in the kitchen, etc.
12:30 a.m.  Lay cloth for luncheon.
1 p.m.  Dining room luncheon and kitchen dinner.
1:45 p.m.  Remove and wash lunch things.  Tidy kitchen.  Make up fire.
2:30 p.m.  Change dress.  Put large clean apron over afternoon black dress and muslin apron, and do some light work such as cleaning silver, sewing, ironing.  Be ready to answer front door.
4 p.m.  Prepare drawing-room and kitchen tea.
4:30 p.m.  Carry in drawing-room tea.
5:15 p.m.  Remove and wash tea things.
6 p.m.  Arrange bedrooms for the night.  Help prepare dinner.
7 p.m.  Lay table.
7:30 p.m. Serve dinner and wait at table (the amount possible depends on the skill of the mistress in organizing and arranging this meal).
8:30 or 9 p.m.  Clear, and wash up dinner things.  Tidy kitchen.  Have supper.
9:45 p.m. Take hot water to bedrooms and go to bed.

The mistress should see that the general servant has an hour off for writing letters, reading, or going on some errand during the afternoon or early evening each day.

SPECIAL WEEKLY WORK.

Monday morning.  Wash kitchen cloths, dusters, and any small articles done at home.
Tuesday morning.  Clean large bedroom.
Wednesday morning.  Clean two small bedrooms.
Thursday morning.  Clean dining-room, bathroom, and lavatory.
Friday morning.  Clean staircase, hall, and sweep drawing room.
Friday afternoon.  Clean kitchen brasses, etc.
Saturday morning.  Clean kitchen range thoroughly and do extra work in larder, etc. “

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Caturday!


Friday, September 28, 2012

Quote of the Day


The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary. ~ H.L. Mencken

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Grrrsday


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Have You Ever Noticed?



How the triangle player gets to go nuts for about 20 seconds?

Some days when I'm feeling depressed, I listen to this and imagine it being danced by a squad of senior staff non-commissioned officers.  In combat boots.  And tutus.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Vintage Advertising - Promotional Cookbook




An advertising giveaway from 1915, promoting California raisins.  I'll post the rest of the cookbooks sometime.


Sunday, September 23, 2012

National Preparedness Month, IX


Can Opener Cooking


American cooks have long been the prey of the food corporations -- starting in the Edwardian era, women's magazines and cookery writers have subtly or not-so-subtly preached the gospel of convenience cooking.  Perhaps the most blatant propaganda came from Poppy Cannon, almost forgotten today but in her time (the two decades following World War II) as well known as Betty Crocker, with the advantage that Cannon was a real person.  In 1952 she wrote The Can Opener Cookbook, which proved so popular that it was followed by The New Can Opener Cookbook and The New New Can Opener Cookbook.

I found a copy of the last-named at a garage sale for fifty cents and it is one of the most depressing things that I have ever read.  It's just so darn....fake.  Cannon presents luscious looking menus with everything coming out of a can or the deep freeze.  Not that there is anything wrong with that but then she follows up with advice on how to present it so that everything looks like it was made from scratch (see below.  I think there's a woman on the Food Network who is her spiritual descendant, Sondra or Sandra or something).

I've got nothing against shortcuts -- I'm not a trained cook, and I use stuff like Bisquick and instant mashed potatoes and frozen spinach myself -- but Cannon carries it to an extreme.  If you're going to take the time to add decorative garnishes and set the table formally, why not take the time to make some honest dishes?  Decent, good-tasting all-American cooking is not rocket science.

So don't waste your time on Cannon.  Go to Michigan State University's website and read Rufus Estes or Angelina Collins instead.

Sherried Mushrooms (from the New New Can Opener Cookbook)

Canned whole mushrooms
Pale dry sherry
Almonds, hazel nuts, cream cheese, Tabasco sauce (optional)

"Drain whole canned mushrooms.  Put them into a small bowl and cover with pale dry sherry.  Leave them in the refrigerator for several hours or overnight.

At serving time:  Bring out the mushrooms in their bowl of wine, provide your guests with toothpicks, and allow them to spear the mushrooms.

You may also drain the mushrooms and fill each little cup with a bit of salted almond, a hazel nut, or a tiny ball of cream cheese seasoned with salt, freshly ground black pepper, or a few drops of Tabasco."

If you're going to go to all that trouble, why the hell wouldn't you use fresh mushrooms?  Some might argue that in a shopper in the late 50's might not be able to purchase fresh mushrooms, but I would point them to Cannon's recipe for dilled potatoes; butter, fresh dill and canned potatoes.  With the possible exception of some remote parts of Hawaii or Alaska, where in this country can't you find potatoes?





Saturday, September 22, 2012

National Preparedness Month, VIII


(Although personally I don't stockpile water but I have the means to purify it, if need be).