31 October: Samhain


A poem and a recipe for Samhain.

Samhain

This is the faery time

when old men and old dogs

seek a warm hearth.

The shifting seasons

dislocate space

and time in its endless spool

halts and thins.

Voices from the future

and the past

call like foxes

under an icy moon.

Round the Samhain fire

silhouetted against smoke

and needled by frost

we step through the gate of the year

into the dark time.

Yet in that dim deep silence

where leaves rot and summer

wastes away,

the seed stirs in man

in beast and in the earth

and in that death is life

and from decay springs birth.

L.W.


Penzance Apple Cake

8oz plain flour

4oz butter

8oz currants

1tsp ginger

2oz mixed peel

1tsp cinnamon

2 eggs

1 tsp bicarbonate of soda dissolved in half a cup of milk

2 peeled and thinly sliced dessert apples

Grease an 8 inch cake tin thoroughly. Blits the flour and butter until it is like breadcrumbs then put into a mixing bowl and add the rest of the dry ingredients. Beat the eggs and add them to the mixture and now add the milk and bicarb.

Put half the mixture into the tin and lay on the sliced apple, then add the rest of the mixture. Bake at 150c for about an hour and a half.

I sprinkled the top with fair trade muscovado sugar because I’m pretty sure is an early Victorian Methodist recipe – there is no sugar in it and the Methodists eschewed sugar as a protest against the slave trade.

St Simon and St Jude on you I intrude

By this paring I hold to discover

Without any delay to tell me this day

The first letter of my own true lover.

Trad Rhyme for the Feast of St Simon and St Jude which is the 28th October


Rosemary for Remembrance


Sooner or later the wheel of life means that we will all be touched by tragedy; either our own or other people’s. Once upon a time there was a bright, clever and funny little girl and one weekend a long time ago, she and I made bread together.

We had a lovely time knocking the dough about and decorating the rolls we made with every nut and seed in my kitchen cupboards. Sadly, the little girl grew up feeling all the tragedies of the world were on her shoulders and even the happy memories of a loving childhood couldn’t save her.

This week she couldn’t bear that burden any more and now she doesn’t have to.

Rosemary is for remembrance. Here’s Ophelia-

'There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,

love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts….

There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue

for you; and here's some for me: we may call it

herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with

a difference…..

‘Hamlet’ Act IV Scene v

and here’s Friar Lawrence speaking of Juliet

‘Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary on this fair; and, as the custom is, in all her best array bear her to church…

‘Romeo and Juliet’ Act IV Scene v

I've made a rosemary and fennel bread. It's good to remember.

450g strong flour - I used about 250/200 white to spelt

200ml water

75ml olivel oil plus more to sprinkle

1.5 tsp salt

1.5 tsp sugar

2.5 tsp instant yeast

Rosemary sprigs, fennel seeds, coarse salt

Semolina or polenta

Add water and oil to the dry ingredients and knead until smooth. Leave to rise in a warm place for about 1 hour

Roll out to an oblong about 15 inches by 10 and dimple the top with your finger tips. Sprinkle semolina on a baking tray and put the dough on it. Sprinkle over about 2 tablespoons of olive oil and then sprinkle with the herbs, coarse salt and seeds. Sprinkle with more semolina and leave to rise for another half an hour. Bake for 20 minutes at 190c.

You can pour more oil over it if you wish. This is great for tearing and dipping in a fruity oil.

We're having slow roast belly pork tonight so that plus this and a leafy salad with mustard dressing will be perfect.

We'll raise a glass.

I have a room wherein no one enters

Save I myself alone

There sits a blessed memory on a throne

There my life centres.

From 'Memory' by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)