Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, Readers! I hope everyone was able to draw together with loved ones and enjoy the blessing of family. Now that the bustle of the season is fading away, I would love to share what we’ve been doing this past month.
A Christmas Carol
As previously mentioned, Amberly and Lea are taking a British Literature course this year, and each month there is a different theme or author. Their project was to create a family gathering to celebrate the culmination of a month of reading, studying Victorian recipes, planning a menu, and producing a feast of Dickensian proportions. There are few writers that conjure up the spirit of the holidays quite like Charles Dickens, and the girls set about creating a feast to mimic the Cratchit’s dinner in A Christmas Carol.
Roast Ducks with Sriracha Orange Glaze
Onion, Sage, and Sausage Dressing
Cinnamon Apple Sauce
Steamed Christmas Pudding
Mincemeat Shortbread Tarts
Tart Cherry Plum Cobbler
Cranberry Ginger Cider
Everything was made from scratch, though we didn’t necessarily follow all Victorian recipes. The British aren’t traditionally known for their fine cuisine, and it was important that the meal be enjoyable to all.
One of the most notable deviations in the menu was the substitution of duck for goose. This was done for a couple reasons. First, it was nearly impossible to locate a goose in the Springfield area. Second, the one goose I did find was over $90, and that certainly was not in keeping with the spirit of the Cratchit’s meal. Goose was traditionally used by the poor because it was cheap, unlike turkey, which was considered a luxury beyond the means of most. In the story, the Cratchit family had a roasted goose to feed their family, and at the end, Scrooge sends over a turkey to make amends.
The Main Event
The girls each prepared and slow-roasted a duck. The recipe they followed gave them step by step instructions, which included flipping the bird every hour and poking holes in the skin to drain off the fat. The result was that the birds were flavorful, moist, and tender. Not at all greasy. The last hour, they crisped up the skin under high heat, and added an orange Sriracha glaze that was to die for.
Deserts Make Life Sweeter
Another conspicuous difference in the menu was the Christmas pudding. Because it was such a prominent part of the dinner scene in the book, we knew it needed to be included, but it really just sounded disgusting. If you don’t know what a British plum pudding is, think boiled fruitcake doused in brandy, lit on fire. Yum, right? No, we determined that there had to be a better way. We found a highly rated recipe that substituted various dried fruits for some of the raisins and prunes, and we could steam in the Instant Pot. Amberly and I made miniature puddings ahead of time, and preserved with orange liqueur. They turned out really well, and best of all, didn’t have, as Dickens wrote, a “smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook’s next door to each other, with a laundress’s next door to that! That was the pudding!”
Lea’s dessert was a mincemeat tart which, while not part of the Cratchit’s menu, was a classic Victorian Christmas dessert. We looked at several recipes, and most called for canned mincemeat, but we decided to make one ourselves. We used a New England mincemeat filling as the starter, and adjusted from there. Ours did not include meat, and used butter in place of suet. We used a shortbread cookie crust rather than a traditional pie crust, and the results were delicious.
We managed to find British Christmas crackers as party favors, and used beautifully papered British chocolates and made Victorian paper cornucopia to decorate the small Christmas tree that was on display.
Overall, the dinner went really well. It was so fun to relax with loved ones and enjoy the fruits of our labor. The girls were exhausted at the end of the day, but deservedly proud of their accomplishments.
Thanks for following along with their project. Love to all in this new year. Hopefully 2017 will be filled with joy and prosperity to all of you! As poor Tiny Tim says, “God Bless us, every one!”