Sunday, March 16, 2008

Dried Rhubarb


A few years ago, I was fixated on the history of food. I kick myself for not starting this blog then, but regret should be only a word and not an emotion, no?
I was interested in the movement of food, particularly back and forth across the tortuous switchbacks of the mountains of Central Asia. Peaches and grapes were two key foodstuffs that travelled the Silk Route. Those sweet delights continue to be prized fruits. Imagine the perfect peach or grape, the sweet juice hitting your tastebuds, dripping out the corners of your mouth, and then being trapped again by the tip of your tongue as you unconsciously lick your lips.

In the 7th century, the heyday of these trade routes across Asia, these foods would be carefully packed in ice and then put in leaden boxes and transported on the back of a camel. I can imagine the imperial middlemen arriving at the outer edge of China (the Great Wall) to meet the caravanseri with their few THOUSAND camels, with the sands of the Central Asian deserts stuck in their nostrils. These middlemen would then take the fruit to the Chinese court at Xian, all the way imagining, dreaming, thinking about their expensive bouty. And, then finally, the Emperor and his aristocrats, dressed in rich embroidered silk robes, consumed their goods, sliced and arranged on porcelain plates, laughing at the sweetness of their imported fruit--as pricey as jewels.

What were they trading to get these edible luxuries? Porcelain, silks, metalwork, and dried rhubarb. YES, dried rhubarb. Rhubarb, my some accounts is native to much of Asia. A taller variety with yellow stems was commonly exported from China, and sold in apothecary shops throughout Asia as a cure for constipation. The edible rhubarb we use in the West today might have also been traded dried as a food seasoning.

So, my first small foray into historical food was dried rhubarb. What resulted was small dried sticks. In my next attempt, I think I will good and strain it and create a sort of rhubarb leather. My husband described them as tasting like salt and vinegar potato chips without the pleasant potato undertaste. Doesn't make you rush out to try to ancient delicacy. But, I still have not seen any recipes for using these sticks, so, just wait.


I read once

I often have an overly authoritative voice when speaking, but when pressed, I usually retort, I read it once. Once being used with all its double meaning intended--once upon a time and a sole occasion. I say this as a bit of disclaimer. For this blog, I will try to list sources--but in some ways it will also draw on elements that which I know that I once read, but can no longer place. In other words, love the food, but don't cite me in any kind of high school term paper.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Historical Victuals

I already spend a good amount of time blogging at feeding maybelle. However, my husband and I are planning a series of historical dinners and dishes this year, so we decided to start a second space to separate these meals. We are planning at least one taken from the Nimat Nama and another from 17th century Amsterdam. This blog will be updated more rarely than feeding maybelle. But, it will likely be a great read--so come back...