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Friday, December 5, 2025

Cookies: Fruitcake Shortbread, Shortbread, Chocolate Chip and Toffee Shortbread, Chocolate Chip, Thumbprint, Italian Almond Paste, Raisin Oatmeal, Toffee Doodle, White Chocolate Cranberry / Oh, Christmas Tree! by Margaret Ullrich

Fruitcake Shortbread
Years ago Paul and I would go and chop down a tree as part of our our Christmas celebration.

It didn’t matter how cold it got.
And in Manitoba it can get REALLY cold.
We’re talking -40, which is the same in both Celsius and Fahrenheit.
December in Manitoba is the great equalizer.


Okay… we’re not in our 20s, 30s or 40s anymore.
Neither are our friends.
We bought a fake tree around the time we celebrated our half century birthdays.
Who needs a ‘Silver Alert’ sent out for idiot seniors who got lost in the woods while looking for a tree?
Who would search for idiot seniors lost in the woods looking for a tree?

Well, we’re Winnipeggers, so we had to come up with something else to keep ourselves super busy during the holidays.
We now do Christmas Cookie Exchanges.

We stay nice and toasty warm by our ovens and work like slaves for the holidays.
Hell, by the third batch we’re sweating like pigs.
We bake a ton of cookies, trade them, then have a new ton of cookies.
Ho… Ho… Ho…! Happy Holidays!!


Hints:

About the Fruitcake Shortbread Cookies…
It is important that your butter is soft and not cold.
If the dough is dry, you can add some milk, a teaspoon at a time, to bring it together.
Don't add too much milk. The dough will come together if your butter is soft.

Longer baking will create a crisper cookie; shorter time makes a soft, buttery cookie


About the Shortbread Cookies…
Store in an airtight container at room temperature for 7 days.
They will stay in the fridge for 10 days. You can also freeze shortbread cookies.


About the Chocolate Chip and Toffee Shortbread Cookies…
Store in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 3 days.
These make perfect ice cream sandwich cookies.


About the Chocolate Chip Cookies…
Softened butter and warm eggs help create a smooth batter.
For thicker, chewier cookies, refrigerate dough for 30 minutes before baking.
Take cookies out while their centres are still slightly underdone.

Add 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon or nutmeg for warm, aromatic notes.
Stir in peanut butter, chopped walnuts, pecans, or macadamia nuts for extra crunch.


About the Thumbprint Cookies…
Use a variety of jams and jellies - raspberry or strawberry, apricot, grape - for colour.
If your jam is thick, microwave it for 10 seconds.


About the Italian Almond Paste Cookies …
Almond paste is less sweet, and is typically used to make marzipan, as a baking ingredient and as a filling in a variety of pastries.
Marzipan is made from almond flour, sugar, and sometimes egg whites and syrup. It is used to make candy or cake decorations. You may be able to adjust the recipe to use less sugar and use marzipan in place of almond paste.

Store the cookies in a tin that is lined with parchment.


About the Toffee Doodle Cookies…
Starbuck’s Toffeedoodle Cookies, a variation of cinnamon sugar snickerdoodle cookies, is the inspiration for this recipe.
Add an extra caramel flavour to the cookies by browning the butter first.

Store cooled cookies in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 5 days. You can freeze them for up to 3 months. Thaw at room temperature for a couple hours until soft.


About the White Chocolate Cranberry Bars…
These bars were inspired by Starbuck’s Cranberry Bliss Bars.

If you don’t have orange zest add 1 teaspoon orange extract to the cookie and 1/4 teaspoon to the frosting.
Powdered sugar is also known as 10x sugar. Confectioner's sugar has a starch, like cornstarch, added to prevent clumping.

Store bars in an airtight container in the fridge for up to 5 days, or flash freeze them, then stack with parchment paper between, then freeze for up to 3 months. Thaw in the fridge overnight, or for a few hours, before serving.


                                                    Fruitcake Shortbread Cookies

Line 2 cookie sheets with parchment paper.

Place in a large mixer bowl
1 Cup unsalted butter, at room temperature
1/2 Cup sugar
Cream together until light and fluffy, scraping down the sides of the bowl.
Add
1 teaspoon rum extract (or vanilla or almond extract)
Beat in.
With the mixer on low, add 1/4 Cup at a time
2 Cups flour
Scraping down the sides of the bowl, beat until the dough comes together.
Add
1 Cup finely diced fruitcake mixed fruit
Stir until the fruit is blended in.

Turn the dough out onto plastic wrap and form it into a log, about 9 or 10 inches long.
Wrap it in the plastic and smooth it into a smooth tube, twisting the ends tightly to secure.
Chill for at least 2 hours, or overnight.

Have on hand
Coarse sugar (optional)

Preheat oven to 350° F

Slice the tube of dough into 1/3 inch slices.
Roll edges in course sugar, then place slices on the cookie sheet, 2 inches apart.
Bake for 10 minutes. They may seem soft, but they will firm up as they cool.
Let them cool on pan for a few minutes.
While they are warm, sprinkle the cookies with coarse sugar, if using.
Transfer to cooling rack to cool completely.


                                                    Shortbread Cookies

Line 2 cookie sheets with parchment paper.

Sift together into a medium bowl
1/2 Cup cornstarch
1/2 Cup confectioners’ sugar
Add
1 Cup flour
Whisk in until well combined.
Add
3/4 Cup salted butter at room temperature
Using forks, mix in butter to form a soft dough.
Using a 1 tablespoon scoop, measure out dough, roll between hands to create smooth, round balls. Place on prepared baking sheet at least 2 inches apart.

Preheat oven to 325 °F

Using the tines of a fork, gently press the cookies.
Add sprinkles to the tops of each cookie. (optional)

Bake for 15 to 18 minutes, or until the edges are starting to brown.
Remove from oven and allow to cook on the sheet for 5 minutes then transfer to a wire rack to cook completely.


                                                    Chocolate Chip and Toffee Shortbread Cookies

Line 2 cookie sheets with parchment paper.

Place in a large mixer bowl
1 Cup salted butter, softened
1/2 Cup confectioners' sugar
Cream until light and fluffy.
Beat in
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
With the mixer on low, add 1/4 Cup at a time
2 Cups flour
Mix just until a soft dough forms.
Fold in
1 Cup mini chocolate morsels
1/2 Cup toffee pieces

Using a 1 tablespoon scoop, measure out dough, roll between hands to create smooth, round balls. Place on prepared baking sheet at least 2 inches apart.
Lightly flatten each ball. Chill for 5 to 10 minutes if your kitchen is warm.

Preheat oven to 350° F 

Bake for 12 to 14 minutes, until firm and lightly golden around the edges.
Cool on the baking sheet for 5 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cook completely.


                                                    Chocolate Chip Cookies

Line 2 cookie sheets with parchment paper.

Place in a medium bowl
2 1/4 Cups flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
Stir together, then set aside.

Place in a large mixer bowl
1 Cup unsalted butter, softened
3/4 Cup sugar
3/4 Cup brown sugar
Cream until light and fluffy.
Beat in one at a time
2 large eggs
Blend in
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
With the mixer on low, add 1/4 Cup at a time, the dry ingredients.
Stir gently until just combined. Do not over mix.
Fold in, making sure they’re evenly distributed throughout the dough
2 Cups chocolate chips (semi-sweet, milk or dark chocolate or a mixture)

Using a 1 tablespoon scoop, measure out dough, roll between hands to create smooth, round balls. Place on prepared baking sheet at least 2 inches apart.

Preheat oven to 375° F 

Bake for 9 to 11 minutes, or until the edges are golden brown but the centres are soft.
Remove from oven.
Let cookies cool on the baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack.
Makes 24 Cookies


                                                    Thumbprint Cookies

Line 2 cookie sheets with parchment paper.

Place in a large mixer bowl
1 1/2 Cup brown sugar
1/2 Cup margarine
Cream together.
Add
1 large egg
Beat together.
Add
1/2 Cup boiling water
1 teaspoon baking soda
                                                               Stir together.
Add
1 Tablespoon vanilla
Stir together.
With the mixer on low, add 1/4 Cup at a time
2 Cups flour
Place on floured surface, then knead, adding gradually
1 to 1 1/4 Cups flour

Using a 1 tablespoon scoop, measure out dough, roll between hands to create smooth, round balls. Place on prepared baking sheet at least 2 inches apart.
Make an indent with your thumb in the centre of each cookie. Fill the thumb print with jam or jelly.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Bake for 8 to 10 minutes. Remove from oven.
Let cookies cool on the baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cook completely.


                                                    Italian Almond Paste Cookies

Line 2 cookie sheets with parchment paper.

Have on hand
1/2 Cup sliced almonds

Break into small pieces and place in a large bowl
1 (8 oz) tube almond paste (not marzipan)
Add
3/4 Cup sugar
1/4 Cup powdered sugar
Mix until crumbly.

Place in a small bowl
2 large egg whites
1/4 teaspoon almond extract
1/4 teaspoon salt
Beat until frothy.
Add the wet mixture to the dry and stir until a sticky dough forms.
Using a 1 tablespoon scoop, measure out dough, roll between hands to create smooth, round balls. Place on prepared baking sheet, gently flatten, and press a few almond slices on top.

Preheat oven to 325° F

Bake for 18 to 20 minutes, until edges are lightly golden and tops are just set.
Cool completely, then dust generously with powdered sugar.
Makes 20 cookies


                                                    Raisin Oatmeal Cookies

Lightly grease 2 baking sheets.

Place in medium bowl
1 1/2 Cups flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon cloves
Stir to combine.

Place in large mixer bowl
3/4 Cup margarine
1 1/2 Cups brown sugar, packed
Beat to combine then beat in
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
Gradually add
flour mixture
1 3/4 Cups old-fashioned oats
2 Cups Thompson raisins
Stir well to combine.

Preheat oven to 375ยบ F

Drop spoonfuls of dough about 2 inches apart.
Bake 8 to 9 minutes, then cool on wire rack.
Makes 3 dozen cookies


                                                    Toffee Doodle Cookies

Line 2 cookie sheets with parchment paper.

Sift together into medium bowl
3 Cups flour
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon cream of tartar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt

Combine in an 8 inch square pan
1/4 Cup sugar
2 teaspoons cinnamon

Place in a large mixer bowl
3/4 Cup unsalted butter
1 1/2 Cups sugar
Cream together until light and fluffy.
Add
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Mix until combined.
With the mixer on low, add 1/4 Cup at a time the flour mixture.
Stir in
1 Cup toffee bits

Using a 1 tablespoon scoop, measure out dough, roll between hands to create smooth, round balls.
Roll the balls in the cinnamon sugar to coat, then place on baking sheet at least 2 inches apart.
Lightly flatten each ball. Chill for 5 to 10 minutes if your kitchen is warm.

Preheat oven to 375° F

Bake the cookies until the edges look golden brown.
Remove from oven and leave the cookies on the pan for about 5 minutes.
Transfer the cookies to a wire rack to cool completely.
Makes 25 to 30 cookies

                                                    White Chocolate Cranberry Bars

Line a 9×13 pan with parchment paper letting some hang outside of pan.
Lightly grease with nonstick spray.

For the Bars:
Place in a medium bowl
2 cups all purpose flour
1 Tablespoon cornstarch
1 teaspoon orange zest
3/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
Stir together, then set aside.

Place in a large mixer bowl
1 1/2 cups brown sugar
1 Cup unsalted butter, softened
Cream until light and fluffy.
Beat in, one at a time
2 large eggs
Blend in
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
With the mixer on low, add 1/4 Cup at a time, the dry ingredients.
Stir gently until you have a soft cookie dough.
Fold in, making sure they’re evenly distributed throughout the dough
1 Cup dried cranberries
1/2 Cup white chocolate baking chips
Turn the batter into the prepared pan, press dough to the edges, and smooth top.

Preheat oven to 350° F  

Bake for 15 to 22 minutes, until the top is golden.
Remove pan from oven, place on a wire rack and let cool completely.
Using the parchment paper, lift the cookie out of the pan and place on cutting board.

For the Frosting:
Place in a medium mixer bowl
8 oz block cream cheese, softened
1/4 Cup unsalted butter, softened
Cream together until smooth.
Add
1 1/2 Cups powdered sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
Mix until the frosting is fluffy.
Spread the frosting evenly over the top of the cooled cookie base.

For Topping the Bars:
Sprinkle over the top of the base
1/2 Cup dried cranberries
1 teaspoon orange zest

Place in a small microwave safe bowl
1/2 Cup white chocolate chips
1/2 teaspoon coconut or vegetable oil (optional)
Microwave in 10 second increments, stirring after each, until you can stir it smooth. Pour into a ziplock bag and snip off a corner.
Drizzle over the top of the base. 
Let the base sit until the frosting is set.
Slice the base in strips, then in squares, and then cut each diagonally to make triangles.

                                                    ~~~

For another broadcast of our CKUW radio program ‘2000 & Counting’ we planned to reminisce about when we had gone out into the woods to chop down a Christmas tree.
Yes, this was, and is, a popular Winnipeg Christmas tradition.
And, yes, in Manitoba it can get cold enough to make trees brittle!


God, it was cold.

I didn't know it could get that cold.
I didn't know I'd ever be stupid enough to be outdoors in that kind of cold.
I didn't know I'd been stupid enough to marry someone stupid enough to work with people stupid enough to be out in that kind of cold.

It was December in Winnipeg.

Paul and I had grown up in New York City. There people went to an empty parking lot where the trees had magically appeared, like the pre-wrapped ground beef at the local supermarket. No questions asked. No one wanted to get too personal with an ornament that would be out with the trash in a matter of weeks.

At the New York parking lot we'd browse, find a tree we liked and switch the price tag with the cheaper tree which no one liked. Then we'd carry the tree to the clerk, who gave us the fish eye as he noticed the fullness of such a "good find", sighed and took our money. The whole deal was done in ten minutes. Another Christmas had begun.

Apparently, that isn't good enough for Winnipeggers.
Oh, no, they have to get down and dirty with their holiday bushes.


I'll never forget how happy Paul was when he came home and told me we'd been invited to join his co-workers, a group of Winnipeggers, for a real, old-fashioned Christmas experience. If I'd had a clue I'd have realized that giving birth in a barn, unaided, would've been an easier old-fashioned Christmas experience.
We were going to chop down a real Christmas tree, just like our ancestors.

Well, my parents are from Malta, a sunny Mediterranean island. It just wasn't in my genes to know how to dress for a freezing, miserable, forced march through a blizzard-hit forest. The windchill - which I still didn't understand - was in the "exposed skin can freeze in 2 minutes" range.

That didn't sound good, so I said, "Thanks, but no thanks."


Somehow Paul convinced me that his entire future career prospects, our unborn children's college fund, our grandchildren's lives and our golden years' security and comfort would all go up in smoke if I didn't join in the mighty tree hunt.

His Jewish co-workers were going. Everybody, even that ditzy receptionist who always dressed like a showgirl wannabe with skirts up to there, was going.

So, we were going.


God, it was cold.

I thought I had dressed warmly.
That fink, the ditzy receptionist, showed up looking like the Michelin Man. She was ready to march to the North Pole for the perfect tree, if necessary. So were the three other women co-workers. The other wives - who all knew better - had begged off. One was even pregnant. Or so she said.

I was alone with four career women who were full of the 1970s "I am woman, hear me roar" career fever. While they talked shop I felt as welcome as a lump of coal in a kid’s Christmas stocking.

The Jewish co-workers - who I had hoped would keep the tree hunt frenzy within limits - had turned into lumberjacks. They were also ready to march to the North Pole for the perfect tree, if necessary.

After walking five minutes I couldn't feel my toes. We hadn't even gotten out of the parking lot. I was doomed.

I didn't know it could get that cold.
We marched. Finally, someone approved of a tree. The men chopped. The tree crashed. The branches that hit the ground broke off the tree.

I said, "The bare side could be placed against a wall."

The heat from their glares should have restored my circulation. It didn't. We marched. Someone approved of another tree. The men chopped. The tree crashed. It broke.


God, it was cold.

We were doomed to spend all day wandering like Flying Dutchmen on a quest to find the perfect unbreakable tree. The lot was littered with other broken felled trees. Some trees had landed across their comrades in a criss-cross pattern that looked like a cradle.
A cradle, something soft, something to receive and hold...

Hold it… something to catch a damn tree!

Dripping snot and tears had frozen my mouth shut. If I'd had the equipment I would've written my idea in the snow. I slapped my face trying to restore circulation to my lower jaw. Finally my lips parted. I clutched Paul's arm.

"Cradle... tree... cradle," I mumbled and criss-crossed my arms.

The women thought I was pregnant and wanted a homemade cradle. Thank God, months of marriage, misery and love had united Paul's mind to mine. Months of marriage had also taught us that Paul was no carpenter. He knew the homemade cradle idea was bunk. Paul caught on to my pantomime and told the others of my plan.

Someone approved of another tree. It could land on four broken trees. The men chopped. The tree landed on its fallen comrades. It survived.
We marched. Someone approved of another tree. It, too, survived.

Christmas was saved.


God, it was cold.

I didn't know it could get that cold.
I couldn't believe it.
Some fool was planning the next year's tree chopping expedition.

Sunday, November 30, 2025

Bread Pudding, with and without sauce / Christmas is Baa-aack!!! by Margaret Ullrich

Well, here we are, the first Sunday of Advent.
I know what you’re thinking… 

We just got through Thanksgiving, there are bowls of leftovers crammed in the fridge and now we have to plan for and work through more holiday crap?
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

We’ve done it before. We can do it again.

The bills for the last holiday are going to be on the statement coming in the next few days and it ain’t gonna be pretty.
Time to cut corners where we can.

Bread puddings are a great two-fer, when it comes to desserts.
They use up the bread that’s hard enough to dent walls and the rest of the ingredients are usually on hand.
If anybody starts pining for a fancy cake, give him THE LOOK, and start yelling about all you have to do to get all the Christmas chores done.

We’ve done it before. We can do it again.


Hints:

About the Bread and Butter Pudding #2…
This recipe is excellent for using leftover breads. Try rolls, raisin bread or biscuits.
Want to add raisins or chocolate chips? Add 1/4 Cup to the egg mixture. 
You can use a larger pan and double the recipe.
Brown sugar instead of white is also good.


About the Bread Pudding with Banana-Pecan Rum Sauce…
This works best with bread that is  a few days old.

If you want to add 1/4 Cup dried currants, separate them so that there won’t be clumps. Pour the bread mixture into the casserole in three batches, sprinkling a third of the currants over each.

Refrigerate the pudding for at least 3 hours to serve chilled with whipped cream sweetened with maple syrup.
It's also delicious at room temperature and served with vanilla custard sauce.


About the Tres Leches Bread Pudding…
For a bit of variety you can add banana slices, marshmallows or raisins.  
If you prefer a crusty top remove pudding from the oven 10 minutes before it is done, and sprinkle over the top a mixture of
1/2 Cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 Cup oatmeal
Return to oven to complete baking.


                            Old-Fashioned Bread Pudding with Vanilla Sauce



Lightly grease a deep 2-quart baking dish.


Preheat oven to 350° F

Cube enough to make 4 Cups

white bread

Place cubes in baking dish.
Place in preheated oven for 10 minutes.


While cubes are browning, place in medium pot
2 Cups milk
1/4 Cup butter, cubed
Place over medium heat and stir until butter is melted.
Remove pan of bread from oven and pour milk / butter mixture over cubes.
Sprinkle over the cubes
1⁄2 Cup raisins
Let sit 10 minutes.
Stir in 

2 large eggs, lightly beaten 

1⁄2 Cup sugar

1 Tablespoon vanilla

1⁄2 teaspoon nutmeg

Blend well to combine thoroughly.
Cover and bake for 50 minutes.

While the pudding is baking prepare the Vanilla Sauce


Place in a medium saucepan
1⁄2 Cup butter
1⁄2 Cup sugar

1⁄2 Cup brown sugar

1⁄2 Cup heavy cream

Whisking constantly, cook over medium heat 10 minutes, or until thickened.

Remove saucepan from heat and stir in 

1 Tablespoon vanilla 


Let pudding stand at least 10 minutes before serving with sauce.

Serve warm or at room temperature.



                            Bread and Butter Pudding


Grease well a 9 x 9 baking pan. 

Have on hand
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/3 Cup raisins

Remove the crusts from
8 slices of bread
Butter the slices, using a total of about 2 Tablespoons unsalted butter.
Cut each slice in half to form two triangles.
Place 8 of the bread triangles with the butter side up in the prepared pan.
Sprinkle half of the cinnamon and the raisins over the bread layer.

Place another layer of bread slices on top.
Sprinkle the remaining cinnamon and the raisins over the bread layer.

Place in a medium bowl
2 large eggs
1/4 Cup sugar
Stir together and set aside.

Place in a small pot
1 1⁄2 Cups milk
1/4 Cup heavy cream
Over medium heat, stir together until combined.
Add about 1/4 Cup to the egg mixture and stir well.
Pour the warmed egg mixture into the milk mixture, remove from heat and stir to combine well.
Pour the custard mixture over the bread and let rest for 30 minutes.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Bake for 30 minutes.
Remove from oven, let cool, sprinkle with sugar to garnish and serve.


                            Bread and Butter Pudding #2

Grease well a 1 1/2-quart casserole.

Place in a small pot
2 1/2 Cups milk
Scald, remove from heat, set aside and allow to cool.

Have on hand
8 slices of French bread, each 1/2 inch thick
Butter one side of each slice, using a total of about 2 Tablespoons unsalted butter.
Place the bread slices, buttered sides up, in the prepared casserole.
Sprinkle with
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

Place in a medium bowl
3 large eggs
Slightly beat, then add
2/3 Cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/8 teaspoon salt
Stir together, then add the cooled scalded milk.
Pour over bread.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Place casserole in a large pan.
Add enough very hot water to the pan to go up the sides about 1 inch.
Cover casserole loosely with aluminum foil.
Bake 20 minutes, then remove foil.
Continue baking 40 minutes longer, until a knife inserted 1 inch from edge of casserole comes out clean. (Cover with foil if top is getting too brown.)

Take pan out of the oven and remove the casserole.
Sprinkle pudding with confectioner’s sugar (optional)
Serve warm.
Store leftovers, covered, in refrigerator.


                            Bread Pudding with Banana-Pecan Rum Sauce

Grease well a 2 1/2-quart casserole.

Combine in a small bowl
1 1/2 teaspoons sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon

Have
8 ounces of sliced white bread
Butter one side of each slice, using about a teaspoon unsalted butter on each.
Sprinkle the sugar / cinnamon evenly over the buttered bread.
Stack the bread and cut into cubes, 16 squares per slice.

Place in a large bowl
4 large eggs
1/3 Cup sugar
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/8 teaspoon salt
2 Cups milk
4 teaspoons rum (or 2 teaspoons extract)
2 teaspoons vanilla
Stir together to combine.
Add buttered bread cubes, mixing gently.
Pour mixture into the prepared casserole and let stand for 10 minutes.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Bake for 45 minutes, until golden and a knife inserted in centre comes out clean.
Place dish on rack and cool 20 minutes to serve with either ice cream or sauce.

While the pudding is baking prepare the Banana-Pecan Rum Sauce

Slice into 1/4-inch rounds
2 medium bananas
Set aside.


Place in a small skillet
1/2 Cup chopped pecans
Stirring constantly over low heat, toast the pecans for a few minutes.
Remove nuts to a small bowl.
Add to the skillet
4 Tablespoons unsalted butter
Melt over medium heat.
Add
1/4 Cup dark brown sugar
Cook, stirring, for about a minute.
Add
2 to 4 Tablespoons rum (or 1 to 2 Tablespoons extract)
1/16 teaspoon salt
the sliced bananas
Stirring occasionally, simmer for 2 minutes.
Spoon over warm bread pudding.


                            Custardy Bread Pudding

Grease well a 1 1/2-quart casserole.

Place in a small pot
2 Cups milk
Scald, remove from heat, set aside and allow to cool.

Cube enough to make
2 Cups
 white bread

Place cubes in prepared baking dish.

Place in a large bowl
3 large eggs
Beat well, then add
the cooled scalded milk
1/2 Cup sugar
pinch of salt
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/3 to 1/2 Cup raisins (optional)
Stir together to combine.
Pour mixture over the bread cubes and combine lightly.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Place casserole in a large pan.
Add enough very hot water to the pan to go up the sides about 1 to 2 inches.
Bake 50 to 60 minutes, until a knife inserted into the centre of casserole comes out clean.
Serve warm.


                            Tres Leches Bread Pudding

Grease well a 9x13 inch (3-quart) glass baking pan.

Cut into 1-inch cubes

1 loaf (12 oz) French bread

Place in a large bowl
1 can (14 oz) sweetened condensed milk
1 can (12 oz) evaporated milk
1 Cup coconut milk
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon cinnamon
6 egg yolks
Beat with wire whisk.
Stir in bread cubes.
Pour mixture into baking dish.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Bake uncovered 35 to 40 minutes, or until golden brown and centre is set.
Serve warm or at room temperature with whipped cream.
Sprinkle with chocolate shavings (optional)

                               ~~~~

Back in 2004 I wrote this for the CKUW radio show ‘2000 & Counting’. 
Christmas stress and chores haven’t changed.  Darn!!

 

     Whenever I wonder if God is a man or a woman - which I admit isn't often - all I have to do is remember the ho-ho-ho good time women have during the holidays.

     Yep.. God is a man.
He sits there and just expects holidays to happen.  They happened last year, right?  No problem.  He just sat and wallah!  Christmas.

     Okay, ladies, we know it takes more than sitting.  Remember that cheery little commercial in which we heard Nat King Cole singing about Mrs. Santa Claus?  We saw a woman frantically throwing toys into a cart with one hand, keeping a toddler from jumping out of the cart with another hand and clutching a preschooler with another hand.  Of course she had three hands.  She was a Mom.

     Admit it.  We don't have holidays because we like them.  They're part of our culture, our tradition, our civilization.  Yeah.  So's cleaning the toilet.  There are books with sentimental nonsense, like:
    Evenings when blustery winds howled were cozy times, perfect for sorting recipes.  The children were helping Mama at the oak table chopping fruit and raisins.  Papa was happily crushing nuts and fresh spices in the grinder.

     Yeah.  Those people had cabin fever.  Sorting recipes?  Didn't they have any favourites?  Children chopping raisins?  Sure.  Yank a gameboy out of a kid's hands, give him a big sharp knife and you'll both end up on the 6 o'clock news.  Papa crushing his nuts in a what?  I don't think so.

     Remember how we thought technology would make life easier?  How we'd have four day work weeks and loads of leisure?  Uh huh.  Technology means that even if you're in a public washroom, you - and a dozen other women who had to answer nature's call - can't escape your cellphone playing Up a Lazy River.  Work is feast or famine - either you've nailed three part time jobs into a raft which you hope will carry you to your golden years when your ship will come in (if the pension plan doesn't go belly up) or you've been downsized.  Again.

     And now the holidays are back.

     Okay, grab a pen and paper, sit down and think this through.  Why are you doing this?  Some say Jesus is the reason for the season.  Okay, that's a start.  If He's the only reason you're doing The Season it should be a lot less hectic.  Remember God became human.  Humans can't become God.  So get rid of the crap that’s crept into the creche.

    What's important to you and your family?  Not to the neighbours, not to Granny and definitely not to the stores.  If you want to create pleasant memories set your own priorities.  Don't let urgent things like making fancy decorations keep you from important things like spending time together.  If anyone tries to talk you into doing something a little extra, just say no.  
 
     Back to those memoirs.  Maybe chopping and crushing was their idea of a crackerjack good time.  But if your kids are going to make a beeline for the Oreoes, why stay up till midnight making sugar cookies in strange shapes that can't be dunked into a glass of milk?  I know.  It's tradition.  So, delegate.  Bang open some tubes of cookie dough and let the kids get creative while you take pictures.  They'll actually eat those cookies.

     Invited someone who thinks store bought food is just not fit for the holidays?  Stock up now, destroy the wrappings, toss your cookies into bread bags and freeze them.  Remember how in the 60s we distressed furniture?  When it's 'show time' pop the cookies into the oven for nice burnt edges.  Muck up the cake's icing so it'll look like you really tried.  The snob will respect your efforts and eat, none the wiser.  Just make things look like they weren't made by a professional.

    Speaking of professional, avoid The Stewart.  If you must watch Martha, remember: It's TV.  She's paid to be a pain.  You've seen blooper shows.  Trust me.  Martha bloopers.  She bakes 20 cakes and shows the best one.  Look at the credits.  She has an army doing the work.  She isn't trying to make all this crap when she's bone tired after putting in a 12 hour day and everyone's asleep.  When you watch one of those autopsy shows like CSI do you get an urge to carve up a cadaver, too?  

     Do you have a friend who's another Martha?  Whoopee for her.  Like Mama done told you, if your friend jumped off a bridge would you do it, too?  There has to be something your friend hates to do.  Now's a good time to swap your expertise for hers.  Yes, you are good at something.  She bakes, you wrap.  See?    
     
     Ever feel that if you don't do everything the family's been doing since the Dark Ages, the holidays will be ruined forever, it will be all your fault and the family will never recover?  According to Doctor Bush, a psychologist, Guilt feelings are a messy mixture of insecurity, self-doubt, self-condemnation, self-judgment, anxiety and fear.  It's a whole mishmash of stuff.

     Dump the guilt.  Make a list of all the things you think you have to do, including making that mystery relish that's been in the family since the Black Death.  After dinner, before everyone runs off, read the list.  If something gets big smiles, it's a keeper.  If you say 'Relish' and people make barfing sounds, scratch it.  If your family's too polite or you've invited out of town relatives just think about the past year.  If you were still trying to unload that relish with the Easter ham, lose the recipe.  
    
     Office Parties were dandy back when men held the same job for decades, 'The Wives' were drooling to dress up and 'Meet those exciting people you work with' and the kids could be packed off to Granny's.  Now both spouses have parties - guess what, they're always on the same night - 'The Wives' and 'The Husbands' don't want to meet The Idiots you're always complaining about, Granny's on a cruise and the Goth babysitter looks like Dracula.  You see your co-workers enough.  They'll save you a copy of the secretary's xeroxed butt.

     Cards used to be nice and simple.  They had pretty pictures and a cheery message.  All you had to do was sign and send.  Then some fool got creative and started printing up long bragging letters.  Do your friends a favour.  Don't write The Letter.      

     Being tempted by seeing everybody in the flyers looking wildly happy?  Want your family to go nuts, too?  Guess what.  The folks in the flyers are models who were paid big bucks to grin like idiots and jump around like that.  Stores want you to buy stuff.  That's their only goal.  Helping you have a nice holiday is not their problem.  If they had their way you'd replace everything every year.

     Remember how the best presents were items that showed someone knew what you really liked?  Maybe somebody hunted down a book by your favourite author.  Those gimmicky things that looked impressive seem downright strange on December 26th.  Do your family a favour and toss those flyers.  

     Do get yourself some little treats.  I have a friend who picks up a few bags of pfeffernusse cookies every November.  Whenever she feels like all she's doing is giving, giving, giving, she pops a pfeffernusse and gives herself an old time Christmas.  It doesn't take much.  

     God bless us, everyone. 

Friday, December 22, 2023

Anna Sultana’s Raisin-Filled Cookies, Honey Bun Cake and Sugarplums / Would Santa Ever Find Me? by Margaret Ullrich

Happy Holidays, everyone.
  Wishing you and yours 

a Christmas filled with all you hold dear!

Thank you for visiting ~

Margaret
 
Well, good for us, we’ve made it!
Here we are, at the start of the Christmas weekend!

It's time to relax, set aside the plans we didn’t achieve - there’s always next year - and accept this year’s celebration for what it is.
It will be special in its own way, it will have its good and bad moments - just as every Christmas always has had - and for that we can be grateful.

Even with the problems in the supply chain we’ve managed.
Maybe even learned a new recipe or two that have become family favourites.
Honey, molasses and jam are good for adding sweetness.
No need to miss recipes that depended on sugar.

Another way to avoid the sugar bowl is to use a cake mix.
They’ve already added the sugar, saving you the bother.
And who needs sugar when you have dried fruits in your cupboard?
Don't let dried apricots and prunes, raisins and dates go to waste.
Let the kiddies have their own ‘visions of sugarplums’ dancing in their heads.

Some Christmas trivia… 
The sugar plums mentioned in Clement Clark Moore’s poem Twas the Night Before Christmas and enjoyed in The Nutcracker were coriander seeds coated with sugar, formed into an oval shape and allowed to harden.

Hints:

About the Raisin-Filled Cookies…
For a thicker filling use less water.
if you prefer, or have a bag in your kitchen, use dates or figs.

About the Honey Bun Cake…
If you have pudding in the mix cake mix use 2 large eggs and add 4 Tablespoons water.

Store leftovers in a cool place or refrigerated. It can be microwaved.  

About the Sugarplums…
You can substitute other dried fruits, nuts, and preserves. Use what you have.
Add a teaspoon of cinnamon for sweetness and a pinch of ground cloves for spice. For the adults add a teaspoon of brandy - real or extract.

Stored in an airtight container they last up to a month.
Place waxed paper between the layers so they won’t stick together.
 
   
                        Raisin-Filled Cookies

Makes about 3 dozen

For Filling
Place in a medium sized pot
2 Cups raisins
1/4 to 2/3 Cup sugar
2/3 Cup water
Stirring occasionally, cook over medium heat 10 to 15 minutes, until thick.
Remove from heat and stir in
1 Tablespoon lemon juice
1 Tablespoon butter
Let cool while preparing the dough.

For Dough
Sift into a medium bowl
3 Cups flour
1 Tablespoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt

Stir together in a measuring cup
1/3 Cup milk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract

Place in a large mixer bowl
1 Cup sugar
1 Cup butter
Cream together until fluffy.
Add
1 large egg
Mix well.
Making 3 dry and 2 liquid additions, add the flour mixture and the milk mixture.
Roll out the dough to 1/8 inch thickness and cut into rounds with a biscuit cutter or a glass.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Place a teaspoonful of filling on the centre of a round.
Cover it with another round and press edges together.
Bake for 10 to 15 minutes, or until golden brown.
Remove to rack to cool.


                        Honey Bun Cake

Grease a 9 x 13 baking pan

For Topping
Place in a medium bowl
1 Cup pecan or walnut pieces
1 Cup sugar (white or brown)
2 teaspoons cinnamon
Stir together.

For Cake
Place in a large mixer bowl
1 box yellow cake mix (not pudding in the mix)
3/4 Cup butter, melted (1 1/2 sticks)
4 large eggs
1 Cup buttermilk
1 teaspoon almond extract
Beat at medium speed until just blended.
Pour the cake batter into the prepared baking pan.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Sprinkle topping over cake batter.
Using a knife gently swirl topping into cake batter.
Bake for 35 to 40 minutes.
Be sure to let it cool before adding the icing.

For Icing
Place in a medium bowl
1 1/2 Cups confectioners’ sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 to 5 Tablespoons milk, depending on how thick you want it for pouring
Mix together and drizzle over cake.


                        Sugarplums

Place in a food processor or blender
1 Cup pitted dates, chopped
1/2 Cup raisins
1/2 Cup pitted prunes, chopped
1/2 Cup currants or dried cranberries
1 Cup walnuts, coarsely chopped
Grind together for a minute, then pulse the mixture a few times.
Add
2 Tablespoons cherry preserves
Pulse a few more times until the mixture begins to come together.
Keep the fruit a bit coarse. Do not over process it into a paste.
Add
1/2 to 3/4 Cup confectioners' sugar
You want enough to thicken, but leaving the fruit moist enough to form a ball.

Wet your hands to prevent sticking and form mixture into 1 inch balls.
Place balls on a rack to dry for 24 hours.
Before serving roll balls in white sugar. (optional)

                                                            ~~~
In 2004 I wrote this story and read it on our CKUW radio show '2000 & Counting - Older & Wiser'. For a few years it was an annual tradition for ‘2000 & Counting’ and for ‘Better Than Chocolate’. I got a few e mails asking if I could post the original story.
Here it is… Merry Christmas!


Change follows us from the cradle to the grave. When I was five years old I was hit with a megadose of change - I moved to another town, got a baby sister, got to go to kindergarten and got Santa Claus.
    
Five years earlier my parents and I had emigrated from Malta to New York and settled in Corona. We didn't have much choice. Five of Pop's brothers and sisters lived in Corona. So, we had to live in Corona, too. 
    
Corona was a little slice of Italy on Long Island. The store clerks were bilingual: English and Italian. The grocery stores in Corona were stocked with Italian necessities. Almost everything in all the other stores had been imported from Italy. 
Corona was where we learned how to be Americans. 
    
Nonni's children, Betty and Angelo, had married two of Pop's siblings, Joe and Helen. So, Nonni was a double Grandma in my family. Since all my grandparents were in Malta, Nonni treated me as a grandchild, too.     
    
Every Christmas Eve we gathered at Uncle Joe and Aunt Betty's home. A whole corner of their living room was filled with Nonni's manger scene. It was not just a shed with Mary, Joseph, three kings and one shepherd standing around Baby Jesus. Nonni had a complete village with houses, trees, hills, paths, ponds and animals. There were people walking around just minding their own business. Some of the figures were really old and we couldn't play with them. But each year Nonni added something new: a woman carrying a basket of eggs, a farmer carrying a head of cabbage, a man carrying a bundle of wood. Nonni’s manger scene was better than any store window on 5th Avenue in Manhattan.
    
Dinner was a feast. Fish was traditional - eel for the parents, bluefish for the children. There was also soup, pasta and vegetables, followed by ricotta pie, anise biscotti, pizzelle and cuccidati cookies, strufoli, creamy roasted chestnuts and torrone candy. My favourite was the huge golden mound of strufoli: tiny doughnut balls covered with honey and multi-coloured sprinkles. After dinner we played games and our parents talked until it was time to walk to the Midnight Mass at St. Leo's. After Mass we returned to Uncle Joe's for some panettone, a holiday bread made with butter, raisins, almonds and citron.

Then Nonni would tell us to look at the manger scene for the surprise. The blessed Bambino, Baby Jesus, had suddenly appeared!
    
Christmas Eve was a wonderful night. But the big day for us children was January sixth. The night before we had hung our stockings and waited for La Befana to bring us toys. 
    

For those unfamiliar with the story, La Befana was a little old lady who had been sweeping her house when the Wise Men knocked on her door. They were looking for Baby Jesus and asked La Befana for directions. They then invited La Befana to join them. The old woman refused, saying she had work to do.
    
When it was dark, a great light and angels appeared in the sky. La Befana realized that the Wise Men weren't kidding about somebody special being born that night. Broom in hand, La Befana tried to catch up with the Wise Men. She never found them or Baby Jesus. Every year she searches for Baby Jesus and leaves presents for good little boys and girls. 
    

La Befana took care of me for four years. Then we moved to College Point so we could live closer to Lily Tulip where Pop worked. Then it was time for my sister to be born. While Ma was in the hospital I stayed with Aunt Betty, Uncle Joe and their daughters, MaryAnn and Carol Lynn. It was nice living in Corona again. The next day, Nonni diNoto took me to the local 5 and 10 and gave me a quarter.      
"Buy for sister."       
I didn't have any idea what a baby sister would want. I liked westerns, so I grabbed a toy gun.      
"No. Buy a rattle."    
A rattle? That sounded boring, but I bought a pink plastic rattle. 
    
In those days children were not allowed to visit anyone in the hospital. When Aunt Betty visited Ma, she gave the rattle to my new sister. I waited outside the hospital and waved to the window of Ma's room. When Aunt Betty returned she had a gift from my new sister for me: three pieces of chocolate. 
    
Well, wasn't that nice of her. Not as nice as a toy gun, but maybe that was all she could get from where she'd been.   
    

After Rose was born we didn't go to Corona as often. It was easier to walk to the local church instead of driving to St. Leo's. I missed seeing my family. 
    
That September I started kindergarten in St. Fidelis School. Some of the good sisters had wanted to travel and meet exotic heathens in far away places. Well, they almost got their wish. I was the first Maltese child they'd ever seen. College Point had been settled by Irish and German families. It was time for me to learn about America through their eyes. 
    
As Christmas approached, the windows of the German bakeries were filled with the most beautiful cookies I'd ever seen. They were in all kinds of shapes: stars, angels, animals and wreaths. They were decorated with coconut, jam, icing and tiny silver balls. Some of my classmates brought in samples of their mothers' baking. I brought some biscotti. My friends were polite and tasted the dry, double-baked bread. Then we ate the lebkuchen, pfeffernuesse, zimtsterne, and jam filled spitzbuben. The stollen reminded me of panettone. I thought a German Christmas was delicious. I planned to eat German and Italian holiday food every Christmas for the rest of my life.

We helped Sister decorate the Christmas tree with sugar cookies which had been twisted into figure eights. Then Sister told us to gather around her. She was going to read us a story. Sister showed us the picture of Santa Claus and his eight reindeer. My friends were delighted.
    
I was confused. 
    
I had never heard any of this before. Santa was supposed to slide down a chimney and land in a fireplace. We didn't have a fireplace. We had a huge, oil-burning furnace in the basement. Ma hung our stockings, along with all the other wet laundry, on a clothesline near the furnace. It made awful noises and had fire in it. If Santa landed in it he'd fry like a strufoli. That would end Christmas forever. I didn't think Santa would take such a risk for a total stranger. The lovely cookies felt like lead in my stomach.
    
Sister talked about Santa checking his list of good little girls and boys. Santa had a list? I knew we were on the Registered Aliens list. Every January the TV reminded Ma to fill out green cards so we wouldn't go to jail or Malta. How could I get on Santa's list? Could Santa get my name from the Aliens list? Did I need to fill out another card? 
    
The afternoon went from bad to worse. Sister told us we could put our letters to Santa in the special mailbox in the classroom. A letter? What language did Santa speak? He'd never heard from me. I wasn't on his list. What could I say? 
    
"Hi, you don't know me, but I'd like some toys." I'd never written a letter to La Befana. She just gave me toys. Would Santa shoot La Befana if she came to College Point? Oh, boy… I was in big trouble.    
    
In kindergarten we learned about God the Father, about how we should pray to Him and tell Him what we needed. I didn't need another Father. I figured if my Pop was always busy working, this guy who took care of everything in the whole wide world would really never have time for me.
    
I needed a Grandma.
    
The next time we went to Corona I told Nonni about Santa Claus and that he was in charge of Christmas in College Point. Nonni listened patiently as I explained the rules.
    
She repeated the main points, "Santa Claus. A letter."     
I nodded.    
"I fix. I write letter to Befana. She give to Santa. No hard feelings. Christmas come."
    
I had my doubts. Nonni had never been to College Point. Maybe nobody ever had to change from La Befana to Santa Claus. Maybe Christmas was lost forever, like some of the packages we never got from Malta.
    
On Christmas Eve we all gathered at Uncle Joe and Aunt Betty's home in Corona. We had the Christmas Eve dinner. Then we went to St. Leo's for the Midnight Mass. Everything was familiar. Latin and Italian. Why couldn't we have stayed there? 
    
When we were leaving the church I saw a pale cloud in the sky. It looked long and thin, with a sort of lump on one end. For a moment I thought it looked like Santa and his sleigh with eight tiny reindeer. I kept looking at that cloud. It followed us from the church to Uncle Joe's house, where we had panettone. When we left, the cloud was still there. I watched from the car. The cloud followed us from Corona to College Point. 
    
I never noticed clouds before. Did clouds always follow people from one town to another? Was it really a cloud? Sister had told us that Santa had millions of helpers, tiny people called elves. Could it have been an elf picking up the letter from La Befana?
    
Christmas morning, Pop was eating breakfast while Ma was cleaning Rose. Ma sent me to the basement to get some dry diapers that were hanging by the furnace. Being a big sister wasn't much fun. I pulled down two diapers. Then I noticed some lumps by the furnace. I thought some clothes had fallen off the line. I walked toward the furnace. 
    
But the lumps weren't clothes. 
They were boxes. 
They were wrapped. 
They were presents! 
They were for me!!

Santa had found me.

Wednesday, December 6, 2023

Anna Sultana’s Soft Molasses Cookies, Iced Soft Molasses Cookies and Newfoundland Molasses Raisin Bread / Tossing Christmas Cookies by Margaret Ullrich

Went grocery shopping yesterday.
They don’t have any sugar, neither white nor brown.
I saw another shopper crying.


Honey and molasses are sweet, traditional and still on the shelves.
A cook’s gotta do what a cook’s gotta do, especially during the holidays.
Okay… a few days ago I posted honey recipes.
Today we’ll take a look at molasses recipes.

Here are a few molasses recipes I’ve posted over the years.
Some are even traditional for Christmas.
The Newfoundland Molasses Raisin Bread is served for morning toast with butter during the Holidays.
Tell the family to think of the new recipes as a cultural experience…
or whatever excuse you think they’ll swallow.


Anna Sultana's Panettone and Gingerbread
https://imturning60help.blogspot.com/2021/12/anna-sultanas-panettone-and-gingerbread.html

Gingerbread and Seven Minute Frosting / Buttermilk Substitute for Baking - Margaret Ullrich
https://imturning60help.blogspot.com/2011/12/gingerbread-seven-minute-frosting.html

Anna Sultana’s German-Style Chocolate Cake, Kuchen and Gingerbread for Father's Day
https://imturning60help.blogspot.com/2023/06/anna-sultanas-german-style-chocolate.html

Anna Sultana's Qaghaq ta' l-Ghasel (Honey or treacle rings, Maltese Style)
https://imturning60help.blogspot.com/2010/12/anna-sultanas-qaghaq-ta-l-ghasel.html

Anna Sultana's Qaghaq tal-ghasel #2 - Treacle Rings, Maltese Style
https://imturning60help.blogspot.com/2013/08/anna-sultanas-qagaq-tal-gasel-2-maltese.html

Anna Sultana’s Pfeffernรผsse (German Christmas Cookies)
https://imturning60help.blogspot.com/2015/12/anna-sultanas-pfeffernusse-german.html

Anna Sultana’s Gingersnap Cookies
https://imturning60help.blogspot.com/2015/12/anna-sultanas-gingersnap-cookies.html

Gingerbread Cookies (Christmas Cookies) and Royal Frosting - Margaret Ullrich
https://imturning60help.blogspot.com/2011/12/gingerbread-cookies-margaret-ullrich.html


Hints:

About the Soft Molasses Cookies…
Combine 1/2 Cup raisins with 1/2 Cup of the flour mixture before you add them to the molasses mixture.
These cookies will stay fresh, covered at room temperature, for one week.

About the Newfoundland Molasses Raisin Bread…
You may need to add a little more flour so that your dough will not be sticky.

Molasses bread generally takes a bit longer to rise than white bread does.
Make sure the dough rises at least a couple of inches above the bread pan’s rim before baking.


                        Soft Molasses Cookies

Have on hand 3 ungreased baking sheets.

Sift together into a medium bowl
2 Cups flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons ginger
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
Set aside.

Place in a large mixer bowl
3/4 Cup shortening or oil
1 Cup sugar (brown will be fine)
Beat on high speed until light and fluffy, about 2 minutes.
Add
1/4 Cup dark molasses
Beat until combined.
Add
1 large egg
Scraping down the sides and bottom of the bowl as needed, beat until well combined.
Gradually add the dry ingredients, about 1/2 cup at a time, to the creamed mixture.

Place in a rimmed pan
1/2 Cup sugar (add more if needed while making the cookies)

Preheat the oven to 350ยบ F

Form dough into balls about 1 1/2 inches, and roll them in the sugar in the pan.
Place on a baking sheet, about 3 inches apart.
Bake for 10 to 15 minutes, until browned and edges appear set.
Let cool for five minutes on baking sheet before transferring to cooling racks.
Repeat with remaining dough.


                        Iced Soft Molasses Cookies

Yield 36 cookies
Line 4 cookie sheets with parchment paper.

Sift into a large bowl
3 1/2 Cups flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon sea salt
1 Tablespoon cinnamon
1 Tablespoon ginger
1/2 teaspoon cloves
Set aside.

Place in a 2 cup measuring cup or medium bowl
3/4 Cup molasses
3/4 Cup buttermilk, room temperature
Stir well with a fork to thoroughly mix.

Place in a large mixer bowl
3/4 Cup unsalted butter, room temperature
3/4 Cup packed brown sugar
Cream together until fluffy, about 2 to 3 minutes.
Add
1 large egg, room temperature
Add the molasses / buttermilk mixture.
Scraping the bowl often, stir mixture on low. It will look curdled.
Gradually add the dry ingredients and stir just until blended.
Turn off the mixer and stir a few times with a spatula, scraping the sides and bottom.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Drop measuring tablespoon size balls of batter onto the cookie sheet, two inches apart.
Bake for 12 minutes or until the cookies are done.
To test poke a cookie with a finger. If the indent bounces back then they’re done.
Let the cookies cool on the sheet for 2 minutes, then transfer to a cooling rack.
Repeat with remaining dough.
When the cookies have cooled, make the icing.

Icing

Place in a medium bowl
2 Tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled
2 Cups confectioners’ sugar
1/4 Cup cream or milk
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
Stir together until well combined and smooth.
Either dip the tops of the cookies into the icing bowl or spoon the icing over the cookies, allowing the excess icing to run off.
Sprinkle with cinnamon if desired.
Allow the icing to set before serving.


                        Newfoundland Molasses Raisin Bread

Makes 2  1 1/2 pound loaves

Grease well 2 9x5x3 inch loaf pans

Place in a small bowl
1/2 Cup lukewarm water
1 Tablespoon sugar
Stir together and add
2 teaspoons dry yeast
Let stand without stirring for 10 minutes.

Stir together in a large mixing bowl
2 Cups flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
When the yeast is ready, stir it and add to the flour.
Stir in
1/3 Cup melted butter
1/2 Cup molasses
3/4 Cup lukewarm milk
1 large egg, beaten
Mix slowly for 5 minutes, or until the mixture is smooth with no lumps.
Gradually add
2 Cups flour
You might need to add more flour for a soft dough that leaves the sides of the bowl.
Add
2 Cups raisins
Knead until the raisins are evenly distributed in the dough.
Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface to knead for 10 minutes.
Place the dough in a large bowl, then cover the bowl with a damp tea towel.
Leave it to rest and rise for two hours.

Punch the dough down and knead it for a few minutes, then let it rest for 10 minutes.
Divide the dough into 6 equal portions and form each portion into a ball.
Place 3 balls of dough in each prepared loaf pan.
Cover with a tea towel and allow to rise until it is about 2 inches above the rim, about 2-3 hours.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Bake for 45 minutes. The top and bottom crust should have good colour.
Turn the loaves out onto a wire rack to cool.
Brush the tops with melted butter to soften the top crust, if desired.


                                                       ~~~
I also wrote the following essay about Christmas traditions for our CKUW radio show ‘2000 & Counting’. Over the years our listeners asked for some seasonal stories to be repeated.
They seemed to like being reminded that we were all in the same holiday boat, a communal ship which made us feel like we were all sinking fast.


Ah… Christmas shopping, holiday baking and holiday customs…
Why do we do it?

I don't know about you, but as far as I'm concerned, there are two questions no one should ever ask a woman.

The first is How old are you?
The second is Have you done your holiday baking yet?

Why is it that, when the thermometer falls, we're supposed to bake? 
Does the Queen whip up a fruitcake before writing her speech?
I don't think so.  

Holiday baking has been with us an awfully long time.
Did you know that ginger was popular in Greece over 5,000 years ago? The Egyptians were eating gingerbread when the great pyramid of Cheops was just a brick and a prayer. I wonder what their gingerbread men looked like.

A few years after Egypt's building boom, an English King and his hunting party got lost in a blizzard on Christmas Eve. Well, they were clever lads full of English pluck, so they threw everything they had - meat, flour, sugar, apples, ale and brandy - into a bag and cooked it. Wallah!!  Plum pudding. The Iron Chef would've been proud.  

On Christmas Day in 1666, Samuel Pepys wrote in his diary that he had risen earlier than his wife Who was desirous to sleep having sat up till four this morning seeing her maids make mince pies. 
I really admire Mrs. P. She just sat and watched her maids do the work, yet her husband felt guilty about her workload. How did she get him to suffer like that?   

Some Christmas carols seem a little too focused on food.  For example:
     Now bring us some figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer!
     We won't go until we get some, so bring it out here.

Those were somebody's friends?  Somebody should've called the cops.


Holiday baking has followed us into modern times. The 1970s was the decade of old time family television shows like The Waltons and memoir books.
Have you ever browsed through a memoir book? It could make you weep. They reminded us of times like this...
Evenings when a cold blustery wind howled outside were perfect for sorting through recipes. They were cozy times. The children were sitting at the oak table helping Mama chop fruit and raisins. Papa was cracking and shelling nuts and crushing fresh spices in the grinder.

Isn't that sweet? Sentences like that convinced me that if we did things just like people did before television was invented, the world would be a kinder, gentler place.

We'll never know. Paul told me, in no uncertain terms, that he was too busy to grind nuts for a cake he didn't even want.
Alright. Scratch Paul grinding his nuts. I bought ground nuts.

Step two... the batter had to be mixed. Back to that memoir...
When all the fruits were in, Grandmother called, 'Come, stir the batter!'
We all took turns giving it a stir - clockwise for good luck - and made a wish.


I made a batter, threw in the fruits and called out Come, stir the batter!

Carl pointed to the electric mixer sitting on the counter and said that he was staying on the eighth level of his computer game, The Temple of Ra. He also told me, in no uncertain terms, that he was too busy to stir batter for a cake he didn't even want.

I stirred the batter, clockwise.
Don't ask what I wished.


It's been downhill ever since. Do you know about the charming Swedish custom of hiding a whole almond in a serving bowl of rice pudding? The lucky person who finds the almond has to get married or do the dishes. Either my husband or my son - the fink never confessed - managed to swallow the almond every time.

I tried the German version: whoever finds the almond receives a marzipan pig. By then Paul and Carl had their own tradition: swallowing the almond. I felt so guilty looking at that poor rejected pig.
I started my own tradition and ate him... along with the cake.

There's a Christmas carol that goes: Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat...

Well, the goose isn't the only one.

Wednesday, January 18, 2023

Anna Sultana’s Bread Pudding with Thick Sauce, and with Vanilla Sauce / Easy Vanilla Sauce / Walnut Bread Pudding / Custard Bread Pudding, with and without Vanilla Sauce



Bread prices, just like most food prices, keep rising.

Loaves of plain, basic white and whole wheat bread at our local grocery store went up ten cents a loaf last week.
Sometimes there are deals: if you buy more than one loaf the price per loaf is reduced.
Wrapped in plastic, a loaf of bread can be stored in the freezer.
If there’s room.
If the freezer is full the second loaf could go stale and dry.

At these prices no one wants to toss any food out.

No problem. The second loaf can be used to make a dessert.
Bread Puddings are easy to make and are cozy warm endings to winter meals.
And there are so many variations!
You’re sure to find one that will use what you have on hand.

Custard Bread Pudding, with and without Vanilla Sauce, are cooked in a water bath.
It’s worth going the extra mile and using the second pan.
The water bath insulates the custard bread pudding from the direct heat of the oven and prevents curdling of the custard.


Ma made use of every loaf of bread that came into our home.
Especially when Pop was out of work.
To take a look at her favourite recipes, ‘Anna Sultana's Pudina tal-Hobz’ and ‘Anna Sultana's Pudina tal-Hobz #2’, just paste ‘pudina’ in the search space and click.

Ma’s bread puddings had a lot of heft to them.
Well, I guess you can say that about many Maltese, too.


Hints:
Be sure to use a baking dish that’s deep and large enough for the recipe you’ve chosen.

If your bread is too stale to cut easily, wrap it in a damp kitchen towel, set it on a pan and heat it in a 350ยบ F oven for 5 to 7 minutes.

About Bread Pudding with Vanilla Sauce…
Instead of the nutmeg you can use cinnamon.
For a lighter dessert replace the heavy cream with half and half or milk, either whole or 2%.

You can substitute finely chopped green apples and/or cranberries for the raisins.

Leftover hamburger or hotdog buns or rolls can be used instead of French bread.

This recipe makes a sweet dessert. You can reduce the amount of sugar.


About the Easy Vanilla Sauce Recipe…
Instead of the milk and half and half you can use 1 cup heavy cream or just milk, even skim milk or non-dairy milk.
Don’t rush adding the warm milk to the yolks. If you add it too quickly the yolks will cook and the sauce will curdle.

You can add some dark rum at the end to cut some of the sweetness.
You can also add ground cinnamon or cloves, if you want.

To reheat, place the vanilla sauce in a small pot, warm over very low heat, and stir constantly while heating.

Easy Vanilla Sauce is also known as Creme Anglaise and can be used to top fresh fruit, or paired with any baked dessert.
You can also make a gingerbread trifle: gingerbread, Creme Anglaise, raspberries, dusted with confectioners’ sugar and topped with raspberries.


About Custard Bread Pudding with Vanilla Sauce…
The outer crust is crispy while the custard-like interior is soft. Make sure your stale French bread is dry. If it isn't dry you can lightly toast the bread cubes in the oven or leave it out on the counter, unwrapped, for a day or two.


About Custard Bread Pudding…
This recipe has more custard than bread.


                       Bread Pudding with Thick Sauce

Grease well a 9x13 pan or a deep 2-quart baking dish
                     
Cube 8 slices white bread
Place in a large bowl and add
1/2 Cup raisins, any kind

Combine in medium saucepan
2 Cups milk
1/4 Cup butter
Cook over medium heat until the butter is melted, 4 to 7 minutes.
Pour milk mixture over bread, and let stand 10 minutes.

Heat oven to 325ยบ F 

Add to bread / milk mixture
1/2 Cup sugar
2 large eggs, slightly beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
Pour mixture into prepared pan.
Bake for 40 to 50 minutes, or until centre is set.

Place in 1-quart saucepan
1/2 Cup butter
1/2 Cup sugar
1/2 Cup brown sugar, firmly packed
1/2 Cup heavy cream
Cook over medium heat 5 to 8 minutes, stirring occasionally, until mixture thickens and comes to a full boil.
Remove from heat and allow to cool.
Stir in
1 teaspoon vanilla

To serve, spoon warm pudding into dessert dishes and serve with sauce.
Store leftovers in refrigerator.


                       Bread Pudding with Vanilla Sauce

Lightly grease a deep 2-quart baking dish.

Preheat oven to 375° F

Cube enough to make 4 Cups
French bread
Place cubes on pan. Place in preheated oven for 10 minutes.
Remove pan and set aside.

Preheat oven to 375° F

Place in large bowl
3 large eggs, lightly beaten
1 1⁄2 Cups sugar
2 Tablespoons light brown sugar
1⁄2 teaspoon nutmeg
Blend well to combine thoroughly.
Stir in
1⁄4 Cup butter, melted
2 3⁄4 Cups heavy cream
Gently stir in
the cubed French bread
3⁄4 Cup raisins
Pour mixture into the prepared baking dish.

Cover with aluminum foil and bake for 30 minutes.
Remove foil and bake another 20 to 25 minutes.
Let pudding stand 10 minutes before serving with sauce.

While the pudding is baking prepare the Vanilla Sauce

Place in in a heavy saucepan
1⁄2 Cup sugar
3 Tablespoons light brown sugar
1 Tablespoon all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1 large egg
2 Tablespoons butter
1 1⁄4 Cups heavy cream
Whisking constantly, cook over medium heat 10 to 12 minutes or until thickened.
Remove saucepan from heat and stir in
1 Tablespoon vanilla

Serve warm or at room temperature.


                       Easy Vanilla Sauce Recipe

Place in a small, heavy saucepan
1/2 Cup milk
1/2 Cup half and half
Bring to a simmer over medium heat. Remove saucepan from heat.

Place in a medium bowl
4 large egg yolks
3 Tablespoons sugar
Whisk together.
While whisking constantly, slowly add 1/2 cup of the warm milk mixture to the egg yolks.
Gradually pour the mixture into the saucepan and, whisking constantly, heat the sauce over medium low heat until it thickens, about 5 minutes.
Remove saucepan from heat and let sauce cool.
Stir in
1 teaspoon vanilla
Strain the sauce through a fine sieve if desired.
Serve warm or chill in the refrigerator.


                       Walnut Bread Pudding

Grease well a 9x13 pan or a deep 2-quart baking dish
    
Preheat oven to 350° F

Cube 10 slices raisin bread, or other dried-fruit bread  
Spread bread cubes on baking sheet.
Bake 12 to 15 minutes, until golden. Set aside to cool.

Place in a large bowl                                 
2 1/4 Cups milk                                                                                                    
3 large eggs                                                                                                      
6 Tablespoons sugar                                                                           
1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon                                                                                          
3/4 teaspoon vanilla  
Whisk together.
Add
the toasted bread cubes                                                                                      
6 Tablespoons walnuts, coarsely chopped                                                    
Stir to coat bread cubes.
Let stand 15 minutes, stirring half-way, until bread is completely soaked.

Preheat oven to 350° F

Pour bread mixture into prepared pan.
Bake 45 minutes, until golden and egg mixture is set.
        
To serve: drizzle prepared caramel sauce over warm pudding (optional)


                       Custard Bread Pudding with Vanilla Sauce

Butter well a 2 1/2 to 3 quart casserole

Cut into 1 1/2 inch cubes
1 pound loaf of day old French bread
Set aside.

Place in a large bowl
3 Cups whole milk
1 Cup heavy cream
1 1/4 Cup half and half
7 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/4 Cup sugar
zest of half an orange (optional)
Using a whisk, mix well until the eggs are fully blended, 6 to 7 minutes.

Pour this mixture into the prepared casserole.
Add in the bread cubes and gently toss until all the bread is coated.
Don’t stir more than 10 minutes. You don’t want the cubes to break apart into pieces.
Cover the casserole tightly with foil and place in the refrigerator.
Leave overnight, or at least 2 hours, until all the custard mixture has been soaked up.

Preheat your oven to 350ยบ F

Set the covered casserole in a large pan that will comfortably hold it.
Do not fill casserole more than 3/4 full.
Fill the large pan with boiling water to the half-way point.
Place the casserole in the large pan in the oven.
Bake for 90 minutes, uncover the casserole and bake until the crust becomes browned and crispy.
Remove from oven.
Let the pudding sit for 10 minutes before slicing it.
Top with berries, powdered sugar, or caramel sauce.


                       Custard Bread Pudding

Place in a blender
1 quart half-and-half
4 large eggs
1 Cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/4 teaspoon salt
Blend until smooth.

Butter well a 2 to 2 1/2 quart casserole

Cube 4 slices white bread
Place bread cubes in prepared casserole.
Sprinkle over bread cubes
1/4 Cup raisins, more or less
1 teaspoon cinnamon, or to taste

Preheat oven to 300ยบ F

Set the casserole in a large pan that will comfortably hold it.
Pour egg mixture over bread cubes.
Do not fill casserole more than 3/4 full.
Fill the large pan with boiling water to the half-way point.

Place the casserole in the large pan in the oven.
Bake 1 1/2 hours, until set.
Serve warm or cold.

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Anna Sultana’s Hot Cross Buns / A Traditional Family Easter

 

Happy Passover and Happy Easter!

Yesterday a Colorado Low wended its way north and dumped snow through the states it passed while on its way to us here in Manitoba.

Just what we needed.

Since we’d had a few days warning and everyone had been told to stay indoors during the blizzard it was a perfect day for us to catch up with some holiday baking, such as making some Hot Cross Buns.


Hot Cross Buns are a Maltese Lent staple.
Okay, it's originally an English recipe.
But the English had been in Malta since the time of Napoleon.
Thanks to Napoleon, I was born a British subject.
Long story.  Google 'Malta'.


Even though Malta became independent in 1964, some English folks stayed.
They'd been in Malta since the time of Napoleon.
That's enough time to get settled in and have roots in a place.

The English were never going to live on bread and water alone.
Maltese bakers cooked for their English customers, too.
Maltese folks tried the buns.
So, we have Napoleon to thank for Hot Cross buns.
Every cloud, even an invasion by Napoleon, can have a silver lining.


Hints:

If you have a container of egg whites in your fridge you can brush the buns with a few tablespoons of that instead of the egg yolk / water mixture.



                                        Hot Cross Buns

Makes 24 buns
          
Grease a large cookie pan or two smaller ones         

Combine in a large bowl
1 Tablespoon sugar
2 Tablespoons yeast
1/2 Cup warm water
Let sit 10 minutes.

While the yeast is sitting combine in a small bowl
2/3 Cup sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg

Measure out in a medium bowl
1 Cup raisins
1/2 Cup currants
1/2 Cup diced citron
Dust with flour and set aside.

After the 10 minutes have passed add to the yeast mixture
4 Tablespoons margarine
2 Cups warm water
4 eggs
the spice / sugar mixture
the floured fruit
Blend well.

Gradually stir in
8 - 9 Cups flour
Knead the dough on a floured surface 15 minutes.
Place dough in a greased bowl, cover and let rise 1 1/2 hours.
Punch down and divide evenly into 24 balls.
Shape into buns and place on prepared pan(s).
Cut a shallow cross on top.

Combine
1 egg yolk
1 tablespoon water
Brush buns with egg mixture. 
Let rise 35 minutes.

Preheat oven to 400ยบ F  

Bake 25 minutes.
Cool 15 minutes.

While the buns are cooling, combine for icing crosses
1 Cup icing sugar
2 Tablespoons lemon juice
1 teaspoon lemon extract
enough water to make a firm frosting
Spoon icing in cross grooves on the buns.


                                                          ~~~
I had originally written the following story for my radio show ‘2000 & Counting’.

In 2007 it was published in 'A/cross sections : new Manitoba writing', which was edited by Katharine Bitney and Andris Taskans, and published by the Manitoba Writers Guild. 

The book is still in the Winnipeg library system, adult nonfiction section.  Check it out.  You'll find lots of stories and poems by other Manitoba writers in it.

Why am I always writing about food?



                                        A Traditional Family Easter

    I made a loaf of soda bread to serve with the corned beef and cabbage on St. Patrick’s Day.  I don’t know why I did it.  I’m Maltese.  My husband is German/Swedish.  Not a single Irish person among our ancestors.  Then, on March nineteenth, I made a lasagna and cream puffs for St. Joseph.  I’d be twenty pounds lighter if I just ignored holidays.

    Yeah, right, like that’ll ever happen.     

    I’m a sucker for holiday traditions.  And, just like Christmas, Lent and Easter are loaded with holiday traditions.  Lent is the time to really clean the house.  Ah, spring cleaning.  Scrub and wax the floors, wash the windows and launder the curtains.  Everything from cellar to attic is glowing.  After being sealed in tighter than a drum all winter who could argue with giving the house a good cleaning?

    Lent is also a time to cut back on the calories.  Let’s be honest.  Who doesn’t want to drop the pounds gained during December?  Between the fasting and the exercise we get from cleaning house, we’re almost able to fit into the clothes we wore before Christmas.  Alleluia!!  Religion can be good for the body as well as the soul.  

    And then there’s Easter, when Christians celebrate Christ’s Resurrection.  We attend church in new outfits.  Little boys in little suits and little girls in fluffy dresses and shiny white patent leather shoes make families look like Hallmark cards.  

    Easter has more customs than the Bunny has eggs.  A popular tradition is to gather together and share a feast.  Over the centuries women have made this a glorious occasion with beautifully decorated eggs, colourful coffee cakes and traditional breads.

    According to tradition, an angel appeared to Mary to tell her that Jesus would arise on Easter.  To show her joy, Mary baked bread to share with her friends.  And to make the loaf more special, she put an egg, a symbol of life, on the top.  Now, I have to admit I don’t know what I’d do if someone told me that a recently deceased relative was rising from the dead.  I guess baking bread is as good a thing to do as any.  The only problem is that over the past two millennia something got lost in translation as that bread recipe went from country to country.

    And that’s when Easter went to hell in a bread basket.

    During my earliest years in Corona, a small town in Queens, New York, Easter was Italian.  Palm Sunday was the Day of the Olive.  Small blessed olive branches were offered as tokens of peacemaking.  For Easter breakfast we had Colomba di PasquaColomba is bread shaped to look like a dove, the symbol of peace, and covered with almond paste and almonds.  An Italian Easter dinner also had traditions.  First we had manicotti.  That was followed by a roasted whole baby lamb with a mixed salad, sauteed spinach and roasted artichokes.  For dessert there were cream tarts, cookies, spumoni, nuts and roasted chestnuts.  The adults had coffee.

    Then my parents moved to College Point, another small town in Queens, which had been settled by Irish and German families.  They had their own Easter customs.  Since Easter was not as commercial as Christmas, no one noticed when we followed our own customs.


    When I was seven I had to follow what Ma told me were the Church’s rules during Lent.  I ate kwarezimal, an almond cookie that was topped with honey and chopped pistachio nuts.  Ma said we could eat it during Lent because it didn’t have any fat or eggs.  For Maundy Thursday Ma baked bread in the form of a ring.  Its top was crusted with sesame seeds and pierced with roasted almonds.  Our Easter dinner menu was the same as it had been in Corona.  But, instead of making a Colomba di Pasqua, Ma baked a figolli, a Maltese sweet bread with a marzipan filling.  

    A figolli was harder to make than a colomba.  The dough was rolled about one centimeter thick.  Then Ma cut the dough into pairs of figolla with a figolla cutter.  They looked like a large letter J, but the stick part ended in a fish’s tail.  On one side of a figolla Ma spread jam and marzipan.  Then she covered it with the identical shape, as if she was making a sandwich.  After the figolli had been baked and cooled, they were covered with colored icing and piped royal icing.  Then a decorated Easter egg was placed on top of each figolli.  For the final touch a cardboard woman’s face was inserted into the mound of the J.  

    The odd thing about Ma’s traditional figolli was that it was a mermaid.  I asked Ma why a mermaid and not a dove.  She said, “I don’t know.  It’s our tradition.”  

    Well, you can’t argue with tradition.


    In College Point, as Easter approached, the bakeries filled with cross buns, pretzels, braided almond loaves, Easter cookies and marzipan treats.  There were also large decorated sugar Easter eggs which had a hole in one end.  When we looked into the hole we could see tiny bunny villages.  There were also hot cross buns.  Ma knew about the cross buns.  Since Malta was part of the British Empire, Ma had eaten them in Malta, too.      

    We brought samples of our mothers’ holiday baking to school.  There were lots of pretzels.  Since they didn’t have fat or eggs, we could eat them during Lent without risking eternal damnation.  I liked the braided loaves which had been covered with almond paste.  They reminded me of Colomba di Pasqua.  I brought some kwarezimal to school.  After I explained that the almond cookies didn’t have fat or eggs either, my friends agreed to try them.  


    Easter for my family was a simple celebration.  We went to church, wished everyone a “Happy Easter”, went home and ate our traditional foods.  There weren’t any problems until the year Ma’s brother Charlie married an American girl.  Aunt Liz wanted to learn more about Maltese customs.  Ma invited Charlie and Liz for Easter.  

    Pop told his oldest sister, Aunt Demi, that we had invited Charlie and Liz.  Aunt Demi was worried that our branch of the family was becoming too American.  So, Aunt Demi decided that she would come to dinner to make sure that Ma kept everything kosher.  

    Then Aunt Rita, one of my Sicilian Aunts, heard that we were inviting company for Easter.  Aunt Rita always took things personally.  She was insulted.  Why hadn’t she been invited, too?  Ma invited Aunt Rita, Uncle Tony and their children.  We had enough folding tables and chairs to seat everyone in the yard.  As long as it didn’t rain, Ma thought it would be a nice family dinner.

    Easter Sunday morning the sun was shining and the lamb was roasting on a spit in our yard.  The tables had been set.  Aunt Liz was taking notes and learning recipes.  She had brought a dozen cross buns and a jello mold.  The only thing missing was the centrepiece.  Aunt Demi had told Ma that she would bring a proper figolli.  

    It was the biggest figolli I’d ever seen.  The icing was as thick as my thumb.  While Aunt Demi was placing the Easter egg on her mermaid, Aunt Rita marched in and pulled a Colomba di Pasqua out of her tote bag.  The colomba had a three-foot wingspan.  There was barely room enough for one centrepiece.  

    Fish or fowl, which would Ma use?

After forty days of fasting and scrubbing, Demi and Rita were lean, clean, Easter tradition machines.  Filled with the holiday spirit, they glared at each other.

    “What the hell is that?”  Aunt Demi spat.
    “It’s a dove, a symbol of peace, you idiot,” Aunt Rita shot back.  
    “It’s Easter.  We don’t need a damn dove.”
    “Throw that fish back in the sea.”  
    “The figolli is part of our tradition.”
    “Since when did Jesus swim with the fishes?”
    Waving a knife, Aunt Demi lunged.  “Give me that bread.  I’ll cut it up for sandwiches.”
    “Over my dead body.”
    “No problem.”

    My Aunt Liz was fascinated by her new in-laws.  She wrote down everything they said.  Maybe she thought the fight was part of our jolly ethnic holiday tradition.  I stayed close to Liz in case she didn’t have sense enough to duck.  

    Ma went back to the kitchen.  She knew she couldn’t reason with her sisters-in-law.  Her plan was to hide in the kitchen until the smoke cleared.  If they killed each other it would leave more food for the others.

    “Maria, get out here,” Aunt Demi yelled.  Ma came out.  The men and the younger children were nowhere in sight.  They were taking a walk to work up an appetite.  Demi and Rita were rolling up their sleeves.  Liz was taking notes.  
    “I went to all this trouble,” Aunt Rita whined.
    Aunt Demi barked, “Tell this idiot we are using the figolli.”
    “It took me forever to make this,” Aunt Rita whined again.
    Ma tried to be a good hostess.  “They’re so big.  We could put them on chairs near the table.”

    No luck.  The Aunts wanted her to choose one.
   Aunt Demi announced, “We are having a traditional Maltese Easter dinner.  With a traditional figolli.”
    “Do you think our Blessed Mother baked a mermaid?” Aunt Rita sneered. 
    Demi lunged.  Liz wrote.  

    The lamb was ready.  If this dragged on much longer it would be a lump of coal.  


Ma sighed, glared at her sisters-in-law and said, “I don’t care if our Blessed Mother made hot dogs and beans. I’m tired of cleaning. I’m tired of baking. I’m tired of the whole damn holiday.

And I’m tired of bread. A few days ago I gave a figolli to a friend who lives down the street. Yesterday she came over and gave me a loaf of challah. So I have another traditional bread from Mrs. Cohen… Mrs. Cohen. That’s it!!” 

    Without saying another word Ma turned and went back to the kitchen.  In a few minutes she returned with the glossy braided challah on the platter. 

    “Our Blessed Mother was a Jew.  She would’ve made a challah.  And that’s what we’re having for Easter.  It’s traditional.  Shut up, sit down and eat.”

    And, so saying, Ma started our traditional Easter Dinner.