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Visions of Sugar Plums Danced in Their Heads

That familiar line from “A Visit from St. Nicholas” was published anonymously in 1823, some 20 years before Dickens wrote his Christmas Novella.

And while sugar plums may have originally been sugar coated seeds (known as comfit), summer fruit was certainly candied as a method of perservation that would help an otherwise quickly degrading piece of fruit like a plum last well into Christmas when it would have been a treasured gift.

These plums came from my second year “Blues Jam” plum tree and the fact that I only harvested a small bowl worth makes these sugar plums are all the more special. The flavor is not as cloyingly sweet as I had expected, nor does it taste anything like a dried plum. They have the bright and delicate flavor and fragrance of fresh plums – surely a welcome vision to dance in your head on a wintery December day.

To make the following recipe halve your plums and remove the pits. Into a heavy-bottomed, non-reactive pan, pour 1/2 inch layer of sugar onto which you will lay your plum halves, stone side down. Cover each successive layer with another 1/2 inches of sugar until you have used up all your plums. Heat the sugar slowly and bring it to simmer until the sugar is dissolved and has made a syrup, or clarified. Remove them from heat, submerge the plums completely in syrup by covering them with a saucer, and steep them for 3 days. After 3 days remove the plums with a slotted spoon, reheat the syrup to a simmer and add your plums back. Poach the fruit for 1 minute then cool, submerge and again steep them for 3 days. Repeat the process twice more. On the fourth and final time, simmer them in the syrup for 5 minutes. Remove the fruit with a slotted spoon, rinse them well with water and dry them in a dehydrator or on a rack in a low oven. Save the cooled syrup to use for making homemade plum soda from a ginger bug. or to brush cooling cakes.

One other way to personalize these is to add fragrant flavorings to the sugar once it’s turned to syrup form. Lemon verbena would be wonderful with plums but jasmine, hardy ginger, lemon balm, chamomile and mint would all be wonderful too. I imagine candying poppy or fennel seeds with mint would be a lot like a tic tac.

Here is the recipe in Elinore’s words:

TO DRIE APRICOCKS, PEACHES, PIPPINS OR PEARPLUMS
Take your apricocks or pearplums, & let them boile one walme in as much clarified sugar as will cover them, so let them lie infused in an earthen pan three days, then take out your fruits, & boile your syrupe againe, when you have thus used them three times then put half a pound of drie sugar into your syrupe, & so let it boile till it comes to a very thick syrup, wherein let your fruits boile leysurelie 3 or 4 walmes, then take them foorth of the syrup, then plant them on a lettice of rods or wyer, & so put them into yor stewe, & every second day turne them & when they be through dry you may box them & keep them all the year; before you set them to drying you must wash them in a litlle warme water, when they are half drie you must dust a little sugar upon them throw a fine Lawne.
– Elinor Fettiplace’s Receipt Book, 1604

A Dickens of a Giveaway

As part of our Dickens of a Christmas blog hop you could win this annotated version of the Charles Dickens classic, A Christmas Carol. I chose this version of the book because it will help you understand more about the author, his life, Victorian life at the time and what Dickens did to keep the spirit of Christmas alive. We have much to thank him for!

And now the fine print: this giveaway is limited to the continental US or Canada. To enter the giveaway simply leave a comment on this entry and at midnight on November 30 I will randomly select a winner. To make it easier for me to calculate the winner please only comment on this post if you are in the continental US or Canada and want to be entered into the drawing.

Good luck!

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A Dickens of a Christmas

There are some great Dickens posts up in case you haven’t been back to the linky.

Sarah has looked at the history of the Twelfth Cake and it’s beyond fascinating, bordering on macabre! If you haven’t checked it out yet get there now! Sarah has a book coming out this fall so you’ll be hearing more about that when it’s out.

Ken has put up his smoking biship post. I’ve been working my way through Ken’s new book The Lost Art of Real Cooking which is GREAT. It’s chock full of fermentation, breadbaking, sausage making and other things you now I love to do with an emphasis on not using a recipe. He’s a fellow after my own heart. I’ll be doing a book review soon!

April has put up her steamed pudding entry.

Heather has put up her knitting pattern for fingerless mittens, or Cratchettes ala Cratchit. These are brilliant and the perfect thing to wear while shopping at the farmer’s market in the winter. Your fingers are completely unhindered for opening a coin purse or squeezing the cabbages.

This week I’ll be getting up my sugar plum recipe and procuring my goose. Get ready – Christmas will be upon us before you know it!

A Dickens of a Christmas

“…Master Peter and the two ubiquitous young Cratchits went to fetch the goose with which they soon returned in high procession.

Such a bustle ensued that you might have thought a goose the rarest of all birds; a feathered phenomenon, to which a black swan was a matter of course-and in truth it was something very like it in that house. Mrs. Cratchit made the  (ready beforehand in a little saucepan) hissing hot; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigour; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha dusted the hot plates; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table; the two young Cratchits set chairs for everybody, not forgetting themselves, and mounting guard upon their posts, crammed spoons into their mouths, lest they shriek for goose before their turn came to be helped. At last the dishes were set on, and grace was said. It was succeeded by a breathless pause, as Mrs. Cratchit, looking slowly all along the carving-knife, prepared to plunge it in the breast; but when she did, and when the long expected gush of stuffing issued forth, one murmur of delight arose all round the board, and even Tiny Tim, excited by the two young Cratchits, beat on the table with the handle of his knife, and feebly cried Hurray!

There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn’t believe there ever was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavour, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by the apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish), they hadn’t at it all at last! Yet every one had had enough, and the youngest Cratchits in particular, were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows! But now, the plates being changed by Miss Belinda, Mrs. Cratchit left the room alone – too nervous to bear witness-to take the pudding up and bring it in.

Suppose it should not be done enough! Suppose it should break in turning out! Suppose somebody should have got over the wall of the back-yard, and stolen it, while they were merry with the goose-a supposition at which the two young Cratchits became livid! All sorts of horrors were supposed.

Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastry cook’s next door to each other, with a laundress’s next door to that! That was the pudding! In half a minute Mrs. Cratchit entered-flushed, but smiling proudly-with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with Christmas holly struck into the top.

Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody had something to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing.

At last dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, and the fire made up. The compound in the jug being tasted, and considered perfect, apples and oranges were put on the table, and a shovel-full of chestnuts on the fire. Then all the Cratchit called a circle, meaning half a one; and at Bob Cratchit’s elbow stood the family display of glass. Two tumblers, and a custard-cup without a handle.
These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as well as golden goblets would have done; and Bob served it out with beaming looks, while the chestnuts on the fire sputtered and crackled noisily. Then Bob proposed:
“A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!”

Which all the family re-echoed.
“God bless us every one!” said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

This holiday season a group of us are planning a Dickens of a Christmas blog hop:
April of 21st Century Housewife
Ken of Ken Albala’s Food Rant and many, many books about food which you should check out
Heather of Mama O Knits, Craft Lit and the upcoming book What Would Madame Defarge Knit.
Diana of A Little Bit of Spain in Iowa
Annette of Sustainable Eats
Margo of Hat Shadows, a professional milliner for film, theater, opera and ballet. She teaches hatmaking courses so check out her blog!
Sarah of Toronto Tastings, print journalist, food blogger and author of an upcoming book about the home canning revolution.

There will be recipes for the traditional foods Dickens wrote of in A Christmas Carol, or found in Victorian England around the holidays. There will be a professional reading of the book. There will be giveaways, themed knitting patterns and quite possibly hats! There may be smoking bishop and suet cooked in organs. And there will certainly be much making of merry.

The blog entries will be rolling out starting this week and culminating Thanksgiving weekend to kick off your holidays in Victorian style.

So please do bookmark all our blogs and add them to your rss feeders. We’ll be using the linky below to link all the blog entries for the entire shebang so that you don’t miss a single one. We hope you enjoy this as much as we know we will! And we hope that you have a DICKENS OF A CHRISTMAS!

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