A few weeks
ago I bought a huge lot of antique cookware at a local auction. When I walked into the preview, I saw the
table full of implements, some familiar, some still unexplained, and I said,
"I want that." I bid and I won, and I've been working my way through
them ever since.
The biggest
surprise has been the dozen or so choppers.
Today those of us who cook at home use knives almost exclusively. Even forty-odd years ago, through today,
chefs such as Julia Child have been instructing us on proper knife
handling. Just watch Iron Chef
sometime. I admit that, done well, that
style of chopping is fast and efficient.
But what happened to the old ways?
My chopper
collection presumes the use of a wooden bowl (how handy I got one of those at
the auction too). The curve of the
choppers (all different, but all somewhat curved) fits nicely with the curve of
the bowl; the wood helps hold the material to be chopped so it doesn't slide
out of the way. It's a peculiarly
satisfying was to chop (once you've found your favorite chopper, and believe
me, they all feel different). And one source I read said that women used to sit
cradling the bowl on their lap while they chopped—given the size of my bowl, I
can believe it.
But I think
there is more to cooking implements than fads or fashions. I think it's safe to say that home cooks (or
their "help") no longer cook the way they did in 1900.
In the
Orchard Mysteries, I write about a colonial house in western Massachusetts, and
the historical society in the real town owns a series of diaries written by the
woman of the house, Olive Barton Warner (to whom I'm related through the Barton
family), starting in 1880. I have
transcriptions of the first two, and they make fascinating reading because they
capture the nature of farm life in the day.
Olive simply reports what she did from day to day, both chore and
socializing. Hers was a small
family: husband Eugene, and two
daughters, Lula and Nettie. Olive was
forty when she started the series in 1880, and her daughters were young
teenagers, still in school. Eugene
handled all the outside work; the women took care of the house. It's not clear
whether they had any additional farm help—no one is ever mentioned—but there is
a lot of sharing of work among neighbors.
What is
relevant here is what Olive writes about cooking. Just a few examples:
(January 13,
1880) I
baked thirteen pies 7 pumpkin, 6 apple, made a quart apple sauce. Eugene peared (sic) all my apples.
(February
13) I baked
bread, and fourteen pies apple five, pumpkin five, & four mince.
(February
26) Baked
13 pies, mince apple & pumpkin. My
last pumpkin.
(March 20) I and girls baked 6 pies, some bread, and two
kinds of cake.
This is
just a random sample. Nowhere does Olive mention selling or giving away any of
her baked goods (although she does talk about Eugene going into town to sell
apples or potatoes), so I have to assume that these quantities were for
household consumption. I don't know how
long any of these would keep, without refrigeration. I did peek ahead, and she's still baking come
summer. (And I couldn't resist sharing this note: on May 10th she and Eugene
"took off their flannels".)
My point
is, back in the day cooking involved a lot of chopping (I'm assuming some of
the choppers, particularly the two-bladed ones, would have been used to
"cut in" pastry for all those pie crusts). No fast foods, no
short-cuts: it was all done by hand. I don't even want to think about how you
cooked all those pies and bread in an oven back then, particularly in summer
(early in the day, I presume!).
But what is
so wonderful is that holding and using these implements puts me back in that
time, and I can picture Olive and her girls busy in the kitchen (which I've
seen more than once), and now I know how they did it. To my mind, this is the best kind of
research—the details that make things real.
And I think
I'm going to keep using some of the choppers—they work really well.
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1 comment:
That photo, Sheila, looks amazingly like the Eastern Massachusetts house I grew up in.
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