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312 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2021
Fowl Play: Slush was the fat that rose to the top of a vat of boiled salt beef. The cook was not supposed to give it to the sailors to add to their duffs or puddings because it was considered unwholesome and even to cause scurvy. Instead, they would save it and sell it once they went ashore to tallow makers, who would gather on the docks when ships came in. This made the cook a small profit and is the origin of the term ‘slush fund’.It was quite an interesting book, mostly history. There were some interesting recipes here and there, some historical, but there wasn't enough about delicious biscuits, or cookies as Americans call them derived from the Dutch 'koekje' pron. kookiyeh. I wanted details of all the best ones. 3.5 star. Rounded up because of the
With the influx of West Indian sugar into England, the sweet stuff had lost its magical aura. It was no longer necessary to master the mysterious art of clarifying and refining sugar, as the refineries dotting the banks of the Thames did the work of transforming the brown muscovado shipped by the planters into sparkling white crystals.The planters are the good guys sending over this nice stuff. But who grew it, who cut it, who refined it? Only slaves whose labour was free so that it could be nice and cheap back 'home'.
In early nineteenth-century America, white southerners spurned peanuts as ‘slave food’. Slaves had grown them in their garden plots to supplement their rations of cornmeal and salt fish. In the North they were seen as a vulgar snack of the poor. But during the Civil War many white Americans were forced to turn to peanuts to overcome food shortages. By the late nineteenth century they had been redefined as an American heritage food.There are some good recipes that if I actually baked or even if I had some flour, white sugar and butter in the house I might give a go, but I haven't got any of those things nor even an oven. Right now I really want a packet of chocolate digestives, squashed fly or Bourbon creams to dunk in my tea (sorrel tea, gone off PG Tips) but you can't get them over here.
British people eat more biscuits than any other nation; they are as embedded in our culture as fish and chips or the Sunday roast. But biscuits are not only tasty treats to go with a cup of tea, the sustenance they afford is often emotional, evoking nostalgic memories of childhood.
We follow the humble biscuit’s transformation from durable staple for sailors, explorers and colonists to sweet luxury for the middling classes to comfort food for an entire nation. Like an assorted tin of biscuits, this charming and beautifully illustrated book has something to offer for everyone, combining recipes for hardtack and macaroons, Shrewsbury biscuits and Garibaldis, with entertaining and eye-opening vignettes of social history.