The English madrigal-writer Thomas Campion wrote about an intense crush on an untouchable woman.
There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
There cherries grow that none may buy,
’Til “Cherry-ripe” themselves do cry.
Compulsory floral face aside (‘I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,/ But no such roses see I in her cheeks,’ says a more honest man), the nudge-nudge connotations of the cherry are ample and obvious, and this song, published in 1617, suggests that innuendo changes little over the centuries.
As part of my mission to bring the good news of the past to my present friends, I mentioned this song the other evening, and the collected company did indeed find the tone to be obvious. Such is the patience of my friends in relation to my cooking experiments that I felt they had at least earned a smutty joke.
The goal of the evening was to make the most modern medieval meal possible. The three main components of the Modern British Diet – potatoes, chocolate, and tea – were of course not readily available to a fifteenth-century gourmand. But inspired by the almost-medievalism of Sam Gamgee, I decided to make a variation on fish and chips for six people, using a fifteenth-century recipe, my own imagination, and copious quantities of spice.
The following is a true account of how much easier it was to make summer pudding before the invention of the fridge.
Samon roste in Sauce (London, British Library MS Harley 4016)
Take a Salmond and cut him rounde, chyne and all, and roste the pieces on a gredire • And take wyne and pouder of Canell and drawe hit thorgh a streynour • And take smale myced oynons and caste thereto and let hem boyle • And then take vynegre or vergeous and pouder ginger and caste thereto • and then ley the samon in a dissh and cast the sirip theron al hote and serue it forth.
While one of my lovely assistants finely sliced two onions, I put about 450ml of white wine into a deep frying pan with some cinnamon (I used about a teaspoon, but I do like cinnamon) and gently heated it until that silvery film of bubbles began to grow along the bottom of the pan. We added the onions and stirred continually over the same heat for about 5 minutes, until they softened. Then we added a hefty glug of cider vinegar and a teaspoon-ish of powdered ginger, and kept stirring while the wine reduced.
Mmm, oynons.
In the meantime, in the absence of a gredire, we had put salmon fillets into the oven at 160°C for around 10 minutes. When the cooking was finished, the saucy onion concoction was dolloped onto the salmon. It really wasn’t very difficult.
Genuine Fake Medieval ’Taters and Peas
Frozen peas are extremely easy to prepare and I won’t patronise you like that. For potatoes, we used a swede: first it was peeled and cut into pieces of orange-segment size and shape, then parboiled for around 7 minutes, then put into an oven with some oil, salt and pepper at about 180°C, initially for 20 minutes.
Where we got a bit creative was in the addition of a poudre douce/poudre fort crossover mixture. For this, I mixed the following in a jam jar:
– 1 part cinnamon
– 1 part mace
– 1 part nutmeg
– ½ part ground cloves
– ½ part black pepper
– ¼ part Demerara sugar
After the first 20 minutes in the oven, some of this was mixed into the swede with a touch more oil, and then returned to the oven at a slightly lower heat for 20 more minutes. We also mixed the powder into the cooked and drained peas.
Not entirely ‘Fish and Chips’.
Chyryse (Forme of Cury)
Take almaundes, waisshe hem • grynde hem, drawe hem vp with gode broth • Do þerto thridde parte of chiryse, þe stones take oute and grynde hem smale • Make a layour of gode brede & powdour and salt and do þerto • colour it with saundres • Make it so þat it be stondyng and florrish it with aneys and with chelberyes and strawe þervppon and serue it forth.
I assumed that this was some sort of summer pudding, mostly because the instruction ‘make a layour of gode brede & powdour and salt and do þerto’, although it could be read as ‘make a layer of breadcrumbs’, seemed to be lacking a necessary verb. Ergo ‘make a layer of fresh bread with unspecified powder and salt, and put cherries on top.’ This ‘powdour’ could be squished cherries. Or my old favourite, poudre douce. Or indeed anything. Basically, this recipe is for people who already know what they’re making, and I am not one of those people.
An executive decision was made: summer pudding.
So I halved and stoned about 650g of cherries and added them to about 300ml of white wine [‘gode broth’, chortle chortle], with some star anise, a pinch of powdered ginger and a few teaspoons of sugar, and simmered for about 10 minutes before adding three heaped tablespoons of powdered almonds, like the maverick I am. This then simmered for a further ten minutes.
We had a small loaf of white bread, cut the crusts off and lined a bowl with the slices. The instruction about dyeing with sandalwood was altogether ignored, likewise the salting. Before doing the cherries thereto, I removed the star anise, then did the mixture thereto, folded the topmost slices of bread over to form a sort-of lid, covered it with tinfoil and put it in the fridge for the best part of an hour and a half.
Mmm, gloop.
Verdict
The onions’n’sauce was really quite delicious and, as a bonus, because the onions were softened in the wine rather than being fried, nobody’s hair or clothes smelled like frying afterwards. This concoction would probably also go nicely with trout, or a similarly oily fish. The spiced peas and swede were also popular – one of the first-timers gave the standard ‘Wow, this tastes really medieval’ remark, but then had second helpings of everything. I think this means it was nice. I’m not convinced that peas and poudre douce are natural bedfellows, but they were a damned sight better than runner beans.
The cherry gloop was actually extremely tasty – subtle levels of anise and almond, not too sweet, and still warm enough when we ate it to feel like rather more than your bog-standard summer pudding. My fingernails were stained for several days, but such is the price I pay. With regards to the bread: if this is the correct recipe, the thing should stand longer. There was no time for colour seepage and, in the absence of sandalwood dye, the paleness of the pudding was quite off-putting. Several more hours of sitting would have dealt with both the bready texture and the colour, although the entire thing was polished off very quickly. But since I’m not even sure whether the recipe was right, I won’t worry too much.
Next week: Sir Lucan loses his rag when three guests are on three different exclusion diets.