Seasonal European Dishes

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Text copyright © Elisabeth Luard 1990, 2013

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General index by Douglas Matthews

Recipe index by Amy Davies Dolamore

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I am greatly indebted to many people for assistance with this book, both those mentioned in the text and those who have helped me in my research. This last includes the courteous staff of the London Library (my private university); and particularly the Librarian at the time of writing, Douglas Matthews. Practical assistance with recipe testing came from Priscilla White, Chrissie MacDonald and Venetia Parkes: patient fryers of fritters, uncomplaining stuffers of chickens. And to my good friend and much-valued editor and publisher Anne Dolamore of Grub Street for returning this book to print.

This new edition is dedicated to the memory of my beloved daughter Francesca, who dearly loved a party.

Author’s note

Quantities are given in both imperial and metric measurements. Please use only one or other throughout a recipe.

Metric equivalents occasionally differ between recipes, particularly in baking: for example, 4oz may in one case be

given as 100g and in another 125g. This occurs in order to keep proportions of ingredients correct, and when

using a recipe you should follow the amounts as given.

CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

DECEMBER

Christmas and New Year: Winter Festivals of Renewal

Advent

St Nicholas

St Lucia

Scandinavian Christmas Cold Table

Christmas in Germany

An English Christmas

Southern Christmas

St Stephen/Boxing Day

JANUARY

New Year

Epiphany

St Vincent

Burns’ Night

Christenings

FEBRUARY

Candlemas

Valentine’s Day

Carnival and Pre-Lent

Lofoten Cod Festival

MARCH

Lent

Mothering Sunday

APRIL

All Fools’ Day

Western Easter

Easter in Lapland

Eastern Easter

St Mark

St George

MAY

Walpurgis Night and May Day

Corpus Christi

JUNE

Whitsun/Pentecost

Rose Harvest

St Anthony

Midsummer St John

Weddings

JULY

July Pilgrimages

Sheep-shearing

AUGUST

Swedish Crayfish Festival

The Glorious Twelfth

The Assumption

Honey Harvest

SEPTEMBER

Oyster Harvest

Spice Harvest

Maize Harvest

Chestnut Harvest

Cork Harvest

Michaelmas

Grape Harvest

OCTOBER

Kermesse, Kirchweih and Volksfest

Harvest-home

Hallowe’en, All Saints, All Souls, Bonfire Night

NOVEMBER

St Hubert

Pig-killing

Truffle Harvest

Olive Harvest

Funeral Feasts

BIBLIOGRAPHY

GENERAL INDEX

INDEX OF RECIPES

Introduction

This book began with the games of children, the last refuge of ancient custom.

For those of us who grew up in post-war Europe, it seemed that the thread of understanding which linked us to the rhythms of the past was abruptly, violently severed. The war altered for ever the pattern of Europe’s daily life – including the way we chose to celebrate our holidays. The old celebrations of the changing year, and the necessary tributes to the powers who controlled it, came to an end. They were no longer relevant to the new, urbanized, seasonless pattern of our lives. Such festivities as we retain have increasingly become municipal events. Our feasts, once orgies of eating and merrymaking to compensate for times of hardship, are nowadays altogether more decorous and orderly affairs.

The changes are entirely suitable for the responsible law-abiding citizens we have become in our historical maturity. Children, however, are less easily diverted from their natural rhythms. They delight in ritual and ceremony. But they also – natural disciples of the outlaw gods of Greece and the topsy-turvy mirror world of the Celts – love nonsense and disorder. Deprived of the old festivals, children demand new ones.

As my own young ones grew, they clamoured for special feasts to mark rites of passage – and I found myself with only a faint understanding of what form such celebrations should take. The little I did know seemed woefully inadequate, a mere twig floating on an ocean of possibilities. How were we, a new postwar urban family, to organize a christening feast? What, and above all why, were the rituals proper for Christmas, Easter, May Day, Hallowe’en? It may be true, as Jung suggested, that ancestral memory forms part of the collective unconscious – but my individual unconscious was of little assistance when under pressure from four small children to produce an appropriate feast at the drop of the conjurer’s hat. Memory needed more than a little jog: mine had to re-learn the whole vocabulary.

At first we invented our own traditions. No sooner was the ritual performed than it was enshrined in custom. Birthdays acquired a seasonal slant: with six of us to mark the passage of years, we averaged a feast-day every two months. A high concentration of winter birthdays meant that chocolate cake, bonfires and toasting-forks outnumbered the picnics and strawberries of summer.

Later, when we lived for many years deep in rural Spain, we acquired a taste for these rhythms and needed to mark the seasonal feasts: the stripping of the cork-trees which surrounded our house, the gathering of the chestnut harvest, the annual pig-killing. So we shared the dishes which our neighbours thought proper for the occasion. As our lives were peripatetic, we soon began to celebrate the major church festivals according to the practice of whoever we found ourselves among. Neighbours – caught up in the general festive spirit – were happy to advise us deplorably ignorant visitors on the proper conduct of, say, the fasting supper of the Provençal Christmas Eve, and, naturally, on the disposition and significance of the thirteen desserts which followed the midnight Mass and pastorale. In Andalucian Spain, we were swept up bodily in the glorious open-air picnics of the Whitsun pilgrimages. Later we were made welcome guests for the cracking of red eggs and the roast lamb which concludes the candlelit vigil of a Greek island Easter.

Long though it is, the shortcomings of this book are many. I have not attempted to delineate all the customs and ceremonies, the feasts and the festivals, which enlivened the passing seasons in our grandparents’ time, and of their grandparents before them. No doubt I have failed to mention your own favourite festival, not included your own special feast-day dish – omissions which, in the spirit of the celebration, you will have to forgive. If you remember them, they must still be alive and real – and will no doubt remain so.

Nor have I included the Jewish festivals, except to acknowledge the massive and obvious debt that the rituals of Christianity owe to the great temples of Jerusalem and Antioch. To have attempted that would indeed have made the book completely unmanageable.

As for the geographic and cultural scope of the book, there are no easy divisions to be drawn. Europe’s frontiers have drifted back and forth throughout her history. As far as possible, particularly with the major festivals, I have tried to work within the limits, give or take wide margins, of four spheres of culture: the old area of influence of the Ottoman Turks in the East; the ancient Celtic strongholds in the West; in the South those provinces which came most strongly under the rule of the Romans, with acknowledgement to the Moors who followed them; and in the North the predominantly Germanic culture which embraces, although it by no means engulfs, Scandinavia. Nonetheless, every country, village and family is a law unto itself. There are no rules in this fluid anarchic tradition which governs our festivals. All edges are blurred: it is indeed a wise child who knows its own father.

Our horizons are not limited by the old restraints of time and distance, and the need to sow corn, pasture cattle, trawl seas, or gather harvest. Such matters are no longer our daily bread. That is earned in other ways, and we have new playthings in our toy-cupboard, more manageable monsters to fill our dreams. Celluloid ghouls have replaced the man-wolf who once patrolled the Mediterranean forests. Small-screen romance has routed the dancing fauns of May. The seasons are reduced to the inconvenience of rain on city pavements: the thunder-god who rode the northern storms now shares his skies with transoceanic jets.

It is only at our festival feasts that we lift the lid of the trunk in the attic just a crack, and warm our hands at the ancestral fires. The banquet we spread is naturally of the best – nothing less will do. The guests, as always, are far less predictable. It is wise to lay a place for a stranger at the table – who knows what ancient sprites might be offended at the lack of a formal invitation? Our ancestors would never have overlooked so elementary a precaution.

Elisabeth Luard

December

CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR: WINTER FESTIVALS OF RENEWAL

Our Christmas and New Year celebrations mark a festival of renewal which has survived for at least 4,000 years. When we welcome the anniversary of the birth of the Christ Child with evergreens, blazing logs and an exchange of gifts, we lay offerings on the tombstones of our most ancient and dangerous gods.

In Mesopotamia, 2,000 years before the Christian era, the New Year was celebrated with a twelve-day festival. Plays, fires and present-giving marked the yearly victory of Marduk, god of spring and new birth, over the forces of winter darkness. Bonfires were lit to strengthen the sun. Evergreens decorated dwellings, a reminder to the barren twigs and unborn seeds that they must soon sprout and grow. Farmers went out into the empty winter fields, banging drums and shouting to frighten away malevolent spirits. The Romans, those powerful arbiters of custom, replaced the winter solstice celebrations with the Saturnalia, the winter festival of Saturn the god of agriculture, who was in his turn overthrown by great Jupiter – war-god and ruler of the skies.

In the lineaments of the Roman Saturnalia can be traced the outlines of our modern Christmas and New Year festivals; friends visited each other, taking with them good luck presents of fruits, cakes, candles, clay dolls, grains of frankincense, and gold and silver ornaments. Masters feasted with their slaves, who were allowed free licence and could wear the pointed hat of the freeman. A Mock King of the Revels was appointed – of which our Christmas-cracker paper hats and crowns are a reminder. In the streets the common people danced in animal skins, their faces blackened. December 25th in the old Julian calendar, introduced by Julius Caesar to replace the Egyptian and Chinese moon-phase calendar, marked the turning point of the year, when the sun was at its lowest and weakest.

In Persia, the triumph of Mithras – custodian of daylight and lord of the shining heavens – was celebrated with thanksgiving fires as the sun started its climb back from the winter solstice. The rites of Mithraism share much with Christianity – particularly after the Persian god added wisdom and truth to his portfolio of attributes. Mithraism gave Christianity a good run for its money; by the second century AD it was the more popular religion – particularly among the Roman army, who exported their habits and beliefs throughout Imperial Rome’s extensive colonies.

Meanwhile, the northern barbarians of Europe were keeping their own similar festival of Yule, its practice adapted to local requirements. In the cold winter, logs were burned in honour of Odin and Thor; people drank mead (fermented honey water) and huddled round the bonfires, listening to the story-tellers retelling the old legends. Mistletoe and evergreens were cut and sacrifices were made to encourage new life.

We still burn the Yule log – although now, in our centrally-heated houses, it is often replaced with a log-shaped, decorated cake. In Britain, the flaming Christmas pudding does double duty as a symbol of fire and feasting. The true Yule log should burn for twelve days, and the stump must be kept for lighting the next year’s log.

John Lawson, travelling in Greece in 1900, found paganism and Christianity in uneasy truce. ‘Precautions had to be taken against the Centaurs or Callicatzari, who are active for the twelve days between Christmas and Epiphany. These creatures are malevolent, swift-footed beast-men with black faces, usually hairy, cloven-hoofed and half-goat or wolf or ass, half-man. They have large heads and priapic sexual organs.’

Christians had to mark a cross in black on the house door on Christmas Eve, on the jars and vessels which contained food, and on unbaptized infants. Precautions included lighting a fire and keeping it burning all through the twelve days, to prevent the wild men coming down the chimney. Lawson noted that one huge log was set on end up the chimney and allowed to go on burning for the whole period. Ground thistle, hyssop and asparagus were suspended at the door or by the chimney as magical charms against the marauders.

Patrick Leigh Fermor found things not much changed in the isolated Greek villages of the Mani peninsula in the 1950s:

A banished mythology was left to skulk and roam in the mountains, eventually, it was hoped, to die of neglect. But from a mixture of ancient awe and perhaps, Christian charity, the country people befriended them, and they are with us still. Lesser gods, rag tag and bobtail of the sea and woods, nymphs, nereids, dryads, oreads, gorons, tritons, satyrs, centaurs – ta paganá, outsiders. At Christmas, they try to break in from the outside and steal the roast pork and pancakes which is the Greek Christmas fare.

They are, Leigh Fermor observes, not seen as dangerous or destructive, but as trying to join in the festivities of the season.

In many places they are humorously tolerated and placated with left offerings. The invariable time for this yearly outburst is the twelve days between Christmas and Epiphany. This span includes the great winter feasts of the Dionysia (the most licentious) and the Kronia, and after the Roman Conquest, the imported Latin fasti of the Brumalia and the Kalendae.

The pagan celebrations were marked by orgies and human sacrifice. The concluding festival, the New Year feast, was transmuted into the Greek Kalends – some of whose customs can be traced in our modern Christmas festivities. The Roman emperor Trajan’s colonization of Dacia left calinda as the Romanian word for Christmas carol. As Christianity gained ascendancy, the four Graeco-Roman feasts merged into twelve days of underground pagan kermesse – celebrations which, in the early years, re-surfaced regularly to trouble the early Fathers. St Paul’s correspondent Bishop Timothy met his death attempting to suppress one such pagan outbreak.

The struggles of the early Church are echoed in the modern Greek Orthodox Church’s deep distrust of ‘folklore’ and associated superstition – and in the Orthodox emphasis on Easter as the pure festival of renewal and rebirth, with Christmas taking third place in the calendar of festivals, behind the Feast of the Assumption. St John Chrysostom preached against the Kalendae in the fifth century. Basamon was still trying to suppress the celebration of the Kronia and Kalendae in the twelfth century, when drunken masqueraders even appeared in the nave of his church.

‘It was the pagan, more than the indecent aspect – improper disguise and transvestism – which was the chief target of ecclesiastical anathema; men in women’s clothes, women in men’s, and mad drunkards dressed and horned as devils, their faces darkened or masqued, their bodies clad in goat-skin and simulating quadrupeds.’ These tricks, Patrick Leigh Fermor points out, were different in no detail from the mummers who career through the streets of Greek towns and villages today, both at the identical magic period of the twelve days and during the Carnival that precedes Lent. That they also, within living memory, rampaged through the slumbering fields and orchards of northern Europe is testimony to their hold on the imaginations of men.

These pagan excesses still surface in the modern Carnival/Kermesse – now outlawed to the dark days of February, clenched between the twin fists of Epiphany, last of the Christmas feasts, and Lent, sombre pathway to Easter.

In Britain our Celtic ancestors left a garland of mistletoe, sacred to both the Druids and the Norsemen, to stake their claim on the modern celebrations. Until the arrival of the turkey from the New World, the traditional meal was the roast boar’s head – the chosen sacrifice due to Frey, Norse goddess of fertility. The gleaming tusker, dressed with rosemary for the returning summer, with an apple in its mouth to symbolize the rebirth of the sun, was gilded and greeted with trumpets.

Christmas took a long time to settle into its slot on December 25th. By the third century AD there were various candidate dates for Christ’s birthday. January 6th, the date of his baptism, was favoured, as it was thought he would have been baptized on the anniversary of his birth. In some eastern parts of Europe, January 6th is still celebrated as Christmas Day. December 25th was gradually settled on to coincide with the winter solstice, the Yule and the Saturnalia – with a nod also to the Jewish Feast of Lights, held on December 20th or 21st, and itself keyed into the winter solstice. The sixth-century chronologist Dionysius Exiguus was the first to try to calculate the exact date of Christ’s birth – and he made an error of at least four years.

The several feasts of Christmas remained movable and regional throughout Europe until the twentieth century, when modern mass communications and centralization have succeeded in making conformists of us all. In central Europe the dates were still more or less in transition until the Second World War. In Bavaria and Austria the twelve days of Christmas ran from Christmas Day to Epiphany; in Silesia they were the twelve days preceding Christmas; in Mecklenburg the twelve days started on New Year’s Day.

The hooligan demi-gods of Greece still cast long shadows, too. All over central and eastern Europe, Christmas and New Year remain a time for magic, witchcraft, and devil-animals. In Tyrol, in the 1950s, the Perchtenmasken, masked men dressed as devils, were still leaping around in the fields to make them fertile. In Britain up to the Second World War, people still went into the orchards around Christmas time and fired shots into the branches to scare away malevolent spirits. The poet Sacheverell Sitwell recalled, as war-clouds darkened the skies of Europe, similar scenes encountered on his pre-war travels. ‘At Budaors, a village near Budapest, they celebrate the winter solstice with mimes and processions, the actors being known as regos in Hungary, turony in Slovakia, and turka in Roumania, feasts in honour of the victory of the sun god, and games and pantomimes of carnival, with shouting to drive away evil spirits, loud and discordant drumming, a relic of the ancient Shamanism.’

Károly Viski, reporting from Hungary in 1932, confirms that these minstrel-actors were respected professionals in 170 villages. Their part in the winter festival remained central long after the arrival of Christianity. Viski quotes a fifteenth-century Transylvanian writer: ‘Immediately after the celebrations on the birthday of our Lord Jesus Christ, follows the great feast of the devil on Minstrel Monday, after that comes Carnival … minstrelsy never seeming to come to an end. Hungarian minstrelsy belongs to that group of customs which celebrated the winter solstice; that is the memory of the sun-god.’

The minstrels, singing of the magic stag of St Stephan or telling the riddle of the enchanted bull, can trace a direct line to the Shamans, the priests of the religion of the ancient Siberian tribes of northern Asia, who shared many of their beliefs with the Indians of North America. The Shaman foretold the future and combined the offices of doctor and magician, being capable of curing illness with incantations and songs.

The minstrels’ traditional instruments include a ‘singing drum’ – an earthenware pot covered with a bladder pierced with a vibrating stick. Relics of the ancient cult make guest-appearances all over Europe. The singing drums are to be found on sale today in the Christmas markets of Andalusia, keeping company with wood-and-parchment gypsy tambourines.

Although both the Protestant and Roman Catholic Churches of Europe nominally rank Easter as the most important of the Church festivals, in practice their older and wiser congregations have long since dictated that Christmas comes first. The Orthodox Church, on the other hand, celebrates Easter as the major family festival of the Christian year – and makes comparatively little of Christmas. In non-conformist lands where the Church is at her most stern, particularly Scotland and the strongholds of the Lutheran Saxons, Christmas was until recently preserved as a holy day – secular feasting and merrymaking being considered inappropriate on such a day. Hogmanay, the festival of the New Year, remains the major winter celebration in Scotland, and it is this festivity which has inherited the ancient pagan trappings.

The Catholics of the romantic Mediterranean – and up into Hungary – have built up a fine tradition of religious celebrations for the Christmas period. Festivities include the traditional fasting supper of Christmas Eve, which reaches its apogee in Provence with sophisticated crib-scenes set up in the churches, and the performance of nativity plays on Christmas Eve. The cribs – known as Bethlehems – were inspired by the descriptions of early pilgrims returning from the Holy Land, who had seen the remnants of the manger in the famous rock cave at Bethlehem. In the seventh century Pope Theodosimus ordered that all the remaining Holy Land relics be brought to Rome, and this confirmed the custom of building little local ‘Bethlehems’ – rocky caves peopled with carved wooden kings, shepherds and animals paying homage to the Child and his family.

Later on real people began to replace the dolls, and gradually festive plays developed round the simple re-enactment of the story. As the secular imagination got to work, the plays began to wander off the subject. By the thirteenth century Pope Innocent III decided that they were profane enough to warrant banishment of all live performances from the churches. His contemporary, St Francis of Assisi, responded by taking the Bethlehem out into the forest of Greccio, where tame live animals were his cast. St Francis’s two proselytizing orders, the Franciscans and the Poor Clares, made this ‘mystery’ popular wherever they established themselves. No doubt the sylvan celebrants of the Saturnalia would have been entertained by the apparent completion of their circle.

Our modern secular Christmas has grown into a voracious hybrid, capable of consuming such fearful gods as the hoary wolf-skin-cloaked Old Man Winter – and disgorging him as a chubby-cheeked round-bellied old gentleman in a red dressing-gown and cotton-wool bib. The Scandinavian tomte, saintly old Bishop Nicholas, the subterranean scarlet-eyed kallikantzaros of the Greeks, Attis’s sacred fir-tree, the frantic orgies of the Romans, all have fed his iron digestion. It would not be surprising if the tender Babe in the manager was next on his menu.

ADVENT

Advent is the four weeks which lead up to Christmas. The First Sunday in Advent – the Sunday closest to November 30th – is the beginning of the Church’s year, and marks the start of the Christmas festivities. In Sweden families go to church to sing carols and people decorate their homes and streets. In Germany the Advent wreath is hung in the window, and its four red candles are lit.

All over Europe a scattering of small ceremonies left over from the old pagan midwinter festivals prod sleeping Mother Earth into an awareness of the responsibilities. In Germany, on December 4th, St Barbara’s Feast, cherry twigs are traditionally taken indoors and put in water so that they sprout in the warmth of the chimney-piece. Once a gentle nudge to Ceres’s elbow, the new buds now form part of the Christmas celebration. On the same day in Provence, a handful of seed-corn must be scattered on a piece of wet flannel and set to germinate by the fire in time to decorate the table for the Christmas Eve fasting supper (see p 51). Further up the Rhône valley, in the high villages of the Baronnies and Vaison-la-Romaine, the sprouting grain is usually lentils – they have lovely little frizzy leaves. The buds may vary, but the sentiment is the same.

Italy and Catholic Europe have their own Advent ceremonies, keeping rather closer to the old Roman Saturnalia than the northern Protestants. Mrs Hugh Fraser, Edwardian diplomat’s wife, remembered a Christmas spent in Rome as a young girl in the 1880s. The festival she describes visually, at least, recalls the feast of Saturn, Roman god of agriculture, which in pre-Christian Rome was celebrated from December 17th to the 19th: ‘The year began for us with the first Sunday in Advent, when hundreds of Pifferari, the bagpipe players from the mountains of Romagna and the kingdom of Naples, entered the city in little companies to play their wild, haunting music before the many street shrines, where, in those days of faith, the lamps were kept burning and the flowers fresh all year round.’

Christmas fairs are still held during Advent all over northern Europe – particularly throughout the densely populated heartland of northern France, Germany and the Low Countries. When the population of Europe was still largely agricultural and dependent on the seasons, this was a fine time of year for a fair. People had put up the winter preserves, filled their larder from the pig-killing, and were ready to think about next year. Seasonal workers had their harvest-money to spend.

In northern Europe the spice salesman had pride of place at the markets of Advent. He often had an allotted corner – as I found a few years ago in the Romanian town of Sibiu – in a special ‘foreigners’ market’, keeping exotic company with the coffee merchant, the fez-hatted Turkish carpet salesman, and the ribbon and lace pedlar (some towns were famous for their beautiful ribbons – Galician girls saved up to buy the beautiful woven satins of Lyons). Spices have always had a special appeal for those trapped in the cold northern winter – without them the wine cannot properly be mulled, or the Christmas biscuits and cakes spiced.

In Britain, the St Ives Pig Fair, or Fair Mo, fell on the Saturday before Advent Sunday. As the pilchard-fishing season generally ended in November, there was plenty of money available and the fair was the great event of the year. In pre-war days, the main street of St Ives was crowded with stalls, stannens, many of them selling little gingerbread figures – including pastry pigs with currant eyes sold by the pig-pie man – in the same tradition as the north European spicebread-men (see p15). Tom, Tom the piper’s son stole a pastry piglet, not a real porker, before he ran away. Young men could spend their hard-earned cash on packets of fairings – traditionally gingerbread, later mutated to sugared almonds and macaroons – for their sweethearts.

ADVENT MARKET FAIRINGS

St Ives Pig-Fairings (England)

Pig-fairings are delicious made with the currant-spiked sweet pastry used for Cornish hevva cake, the traditional quick snack the fishermen took to sea to fortify them for the work of hauling in the huge autumn shoals of migrating pilchards – the hevvas – which were common between the Lizard and Land’s End until the turn of the century. Hevva cake – mixed with home-made clotted cream and swiftly baked as soon as the cry of ‘Hevva! hevva!’ went up from the cliff – is marked with a criss-cross pattern, like a fishing net, so that it can easily be broken by a man with his hands fully occupied.

Quantity: Makes a dozen market piglets.

Time: Start 1–2 hours ahead. Takes 20–25 minutes, with 30 minutes cooking time.

Equipment: A sieve and a large mixing bowl. A rolling pin and board. Piglet biscuit-cutter (optional). Baking trays and a cooling rack.

1lb/500g plain flour

grated rind of 1 lemon

½ teaspoon powdered nutmeg

10oz/300g currants

1 teaspoon powdered mixed spice

3oz/75g caster sugar

Either (method 1): 4oz/125g lard and

4oz/125g butter (well chilled) and

2 large eggs (lightly mixed)

Or (method 2, traditional):

10oz/300g clotted cream (well chilled)

Sift the flour into the mixing bowl. Lightly fork in the currants, lemon rind, spices and sugar. (Save enough currants for the piglets’ eyes.)

Either (method 1): using either your fingertips or a couple of knives, rub or chop in the lard and butter (or freeze it and grate it in) – not too thoroughly, as you are aiming for a rough-puff mix, not a shortcrust. Bind together with the beaten eggs. You may need a little water.

Or (method 2): work in enough chilled clotted cream to give a soft firm dough – lovely stuff, rich and golden yellow.

Leave the pastry, wrapped in a clean cloth or clingfilm, in a cool place to rest for 1–2 hours.

Heat the oven to 350°F/180°C/Gas 4.

Roll the pastry out to a thickness of ½in/1cm. Divide into 12 rectangles and clip with a sharp knife into the rough shape of a short-legged, curly-tailed piglet – or any other festive shape which takes your fancy. Use a biscuit-cutter if you prefer. Transfer to the lightly buttered baking trays, and finish each piglet with a raisin for an eye.

Bake for 30 minutes, until deliciously brown and well risen. Cool on the rack.

The piglets will store well in an airtight tin. Next time, make the same dough into a batch of hevva cakes to take fishing.

MARKET FAIRINGS

(England)

These crisp ginger biscuits are made with butter and honey. The dough can be sliced into rounds, or rolled out like pastry and cut out into any shape you please. Gingerbread hearts, perhaps, to give to those you love; or gingerbread men and women to tuck into the stockings of good boys and girls; or stars of Bethlehem to dunk into the mulled wine on a cold evening in Advent.

Quantity: Makes 2 dozen biscuits.

Time: Best to start 1–2 hours ahead. Takes 20–25 minutes, with 10–15 minutes cooking time.

Equipment: A sieve and a mixing bowl. A small saucepan. Fancy biscuit-cutters, board and rolling pin (optional). Baking trays and a cooling rack.

8oz/250g self-raising flour

½ teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon mixed spice

4oz/125g cold butter

1 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda

1 teaspoon ground ginger

4oz/125g soft brown sugar

icing sugar for dusting (optional)

Sift the flour with the bicarbonate of soda, salt and spices. Mix in the sugar.

Rub in the butter with the tips of your fingers until the mixture looks like fine breadcrumbs. Warm the honey to finger-temperature, stir it into the mixture, working in enough to make a firm paste.

Heat the oven to 425°F/220°C/Gas 7.

Either cut the dough in 4 pieces, roll each into a fat sausage, and cut into ¼in/0.5cm slices. Or leave to cool and set for 1–2 hours, then roll out the paste to a thickness of ¼in/0.5cm with a rolling pin, on a board dusted with plenty of icing sugar, and cut the dough into the desired shape with biscuit-cutters. Transfer the biscuits to the baking trays.

Bake for 10–15 minutes, until well browned. Transfer to the rack to cool and crisp.

These biscuits store beautifully in an airtight tin.

ALMOND MACAROONS

(England)

The Cornishmen were (and still are) sailors and traders. The Phoenicians braved the Pillars of Hercules for the sake of Cornish tin, and may well have brought almonds and saffron along with the spices they offered as trade goods. This Cornish taste for the exotic, shared by all sea-going people from the Vikings to the Greeks, was later fed by links with Spain – sometimes voluntary in the course of business, sometimes involuntary in war.

Quantity: Makes about 24 macaroons.

Time: 15 minutes, with 10–15 minutes cooking time.

Equipment: A mixing bowl. 2 baking trays and a cooling rack.

8oz/250g caster sugar

3–4 drops almond essence

2–4 sheets rice paper (or filo pastry)

4oz/125g ground almonds

2 egg whites

flaked almonds

In the bowl, mix the sugar, ground almonds and essence, and egg whites (there’s no need to beat the whites first).

Oil the 2 baking trays and line with rice paper.

Heat the oven to 350°F/180°C/Gas 4.

Using a teaspoon and a wet finger, form small balls with ½ teaspoon of the mixture. Space the balls out on the rice paper and top each ball with a flaked almond.

Bake the macaroons for 10–15 minutes, until lightly browned. Cool on the rack and tear off any excess rice paper.

FESTIVAL OF ST NICHOLAS: DECEMBER 5TH-6TH

The eve of December 6th, the festival of St Nicholas, is the traditional present-giving day over much of northern Europe. The legend of St Nicholas can be traced back to the fourth century Bishop Nicholas of Myra in Asia Minor, imprisoned by Diocletian during a purge of the Christians.

St Nicholas began his career as the patron saint of fishermen – a position he still holds in his Orthodox homeland, where model ships are considered more to his taste than Christmas trees or reindeer. As the patron saint of sailors he rides the storms and rescues mariners in distress. Greek and Russian seamen always kept a little statue of St Nicholas in the ship’s forecastle and prayed to him when danger threatened. Dutch and Portuguese boats carried his image as a figurehead. Reindeer-herding Lapp fishermen in the far north of Scandinavia adopted him. The Bishop also looks after the welfare of parish clerks, scholars and pawnbrokers. By the fourteenth century, with a little help from the sixth-century Bishop Nicholas of Pinora, St Nicholas had children in his care as well. This completed the Bishop’s metamorphosis into Sünnerklas or Santa Claus – the saintly old gentleman who, preferring his generosity unrecognized, slips gifts to his young favourites under cover of darkness.

Bishop Nicholas keeps motley company on his travels. The fearsome Knight Rupprecht (sometimes called Krampus or Hans Muff) accompanies him in many parts of central and northern Europe. The knight’s origin is obscure: a wild creature of the snowy wastes, he wears animal skins and eats up naughty little children. His master has, as he lashes his reindeer through those stormy northern skies, perhaps inherited the mantle of mighty Odin, Norse god of war and wisdom.

In northern and eastern France, children stuff their sabots and stockings with hay and grain to feed the saint’s donkey, the fodder being replaced with sweets, biscuits and nuts, and a sugar-powdered gingerbread Saint, hatted rather than mitred, mounted on his donkey. Over in the Vosges and into the mountains of Switzerland, the Bishop keeps company with a wild man, Le père Fouettard, when he knocks on the door to deliver the children’s biscuits, gingerbreads and sweets.

Holland was something of an innovator. The Dutch Bishop Nicholas makes his entrance from Spain accompanied by Black Peter, his dark-skinned Moorish servant – a tradition which dates back to the sixteenth century, when Holland was under Spanish rule. Resplendent in the costume of a sixteenth-century Spanish don – plumed hat and all – Zwarte Piet drops little presents down the chimney into good children’s stockings and shoes. He also carries a birch rod to beat delinquents – and sometimes stuffs the really naughty children into his sack and carries them off back to Spain. His master the Bishop, magnificent in scarlet cape and gilded mitre, leaning on a golden crook, also makes his entrance from southerly, rather than polar, climes.

Dutch families hide presents all over the house in the run-up to St Nicholas’s Eve. Gift-wrappings are intended to camouflage rather than embellish, and the presents are chosen for humour and personal significance rather than expense. Each present is accompanied by a Sinte Klaus verse – a poem poking fun at the foibles of the recipient. Marzipan, a more friendly Moorish import than Zwarte Piet, is the great treat. From six weeks before the celebration, Dutch pastry shops blaze with beautiful marzipan fruits and delicious spiced cakes and biscuits in the form of moulded animals and human figures. Good children get a banketletter, a pastry initial filled with almond paste, or a tall chocolate initial.

In the seventeenth century Sinte Klaus and Black Peter emigrated to the USA with the Dutch who settled New Amsterdam. There the old gentleman was annually led through the streets on a white horse. He was re-exported back to Europe in more or less his modern incarnation as the polar-based Santa-cum-Father-Christmas no more than a century and a half ago – an English writer in 1827 described the American tradition as ‘unknown to us in England’.

Father Christmas’s empire is expanding rapidly at the expense of his rivals, gaining ground annually both from old Bishop Nicholas’s festival and from the Three Kings or Wise Men, whose January 6th festival is celebrated in southern Europe with a similar exchange of gifts.

ST NICHOLAS SPICED SHORTBREADS

Speculaas (Holland)

At this time of year in Dutch shops and markets there are special moulds for shaping these deliciously spicy shortbreads. There are a variety of theories about the name – my favourite is that it is from spek, titbit, and klaas, the diminutive of Nicholas. The biscuits are traditional festival treats in neighbouring Germany as well. The recipe also makes delicious everyday biscuits – popular in Holland for dunking in breakfast coffee, and as an addition to a lucky schoolchild’s packed lunch. Speculaas moulds themselves are made of wood – traditionally beech, pear or walnut – shallow and relief-carved on the same principle as those used for Scottish shortbread. They are usually 6–12 ins/15–30cm long and feature the Bishop himself, his donkey, or his servant Black Peter. Smaller ones might be evergreen leaves and Christmas wreaths or little figures of children. The shapes can of course be moulded freehand or with a biscuit-cutter, like gingerbread men.

Quantity: Gives 2–6 moulded figures, or 3 dozen ordinary biscuits.

Time: Start 20 minutes ahead. Takes 20–25 minutes, with 15–20 minutes cooking time.

Equipment: A sieve and a mixing board. The proper wooden figure moulds would be lovely – otherwise a biscuit-cutter or a sharp knife will have to do. A baking tray and a cooling rack.

1lb/500g self-raising flour

7oz/200g softened butter

½ teaspoon powdered cloves

4oz/100g ground almonds or hazelnuts

8oz/250g soft brown sugar

1 teaspoon crushed cardamom seeds

1 teaspoon powdered cinnamon

2 eggs, lightly whisked together

Sieve the flour in a pile on to the mixing board and make a deep well in the middle.

Into this hollow tip the sugar, softened butter, spices, ground nuts and whisked eggs. Mix them together with your fingers, then draw in the flour from the outer ring, quickly working in as much as necessary to give a soft dough – you may need less or more flour depending on the size of the eggs and the water-content of the butter.

Cover the dough with a cloth or clingfilm, and leave to rest in a cool place for 20 minutes.

Heat the oven to 400°F/200°C/Gas 6.

Flour your carved wooden moulds well if making figures – knock out excess flour. Divide the dough into the appropriate pieces, flatten into the right shape with the tips of your fingers, and press firmly into the moulds. Cut off extra dough with a sharp knife. Tip out the figures on to the buttered baking tray. If they do not come out easily, work a little extra flour into the dough or flour the moulds more thoroughly.

If you have no moulds, cut out a paper pattern to use as a template. Pat the dough out into the rough shape required and put it on the buttered baking tray. Trim with a sharp knife round the template, and outline the main features of the dough-man with your knife. It will not be perfect, but it will taste delicious.

If you would like to make non-festive speculaas, then before you put the dough aside for 20 minutes, roll it into a long thin bolster. Slice the bolster with a sharp knife into discs ½in/1cm thick, and transfer them to the buttered baking tray. They can be rolled out and cut with a biscuit-cutter if you prefer.

Bake the biscuits, moulded or plain, in the hot oven for 15–20 minutes depending on the thickness (particularly thick ones should be cooked for longer, at 375°F/190°C/Gas 5), until pale gold and crisp. Transfer carefully to the cooling rack.

Speculaas store well in an airtight tin.

SPICED HONEYBREAD

Lebkuchen (Germany)

St Nicholas figures are the traditional gift from godparents to their godchildren on St Nicholas’s day in northern France and Germany. Such honeybread and pain d’épices recipes are among our most ancient festival treats. Their very name comes from the Roman libum – a flat cake. In the Christian era the monasteries, which always had their own beehives for honey, specialized in these richly spiced celebration breads. In modern, more secular, times, various towns – particularly Dijon and Nürnberg – have become famous for their manufacture. They can be found on sale in European markets all year round. The gingerbread mixture can be pressed into the moulds used for speculaas, if you have them (see p. 15).

Quantity: Makes 2 large figures, or 4 dozen iced fingers.

Time: Start a day ahead. Takes 25–30 minutes, with 20–30 minutes cooking time.

Equipment: A sieve and a bowl. A small pan and a whisk. A pastry board and a rolling pin. 2 baking trays and a cooling rack.

1lb/500g self-raising flour

4oz/100g honey

4oz/100g ground almonds

2 eggs

6oz/150g soft brown sugar

1 teaspoon powdered cinnamon

4–6oz/100–175g crystallized mixed peel

To finish

2 tablespoons kirsch or any type of brandy

8oz/250g icing sugar

Sieve the flour into the bowl.

Melt the sugar and the honey together over a gentle heat. Off the fire, stir in the cinnamon, flour and ground nuts, and the crystallized peel, roughly chopped.

Lightly whisk the eggs and beat them into the cooling honey and flour mixture. Beat until you have a smooth soft paste. Cover and leave to rest in the refrigerator overnight.

Next day, using the board and rolling pin, both well dusted with icing sugar, roll the paste out into a large rectangle ¼in/0.5cm thick. Cut it in half to give you two large flat biscuits.

Heat the oven to 325°F/170°C/Gas 3.

Transfer the two sheets of dough to the buttered baking trays. Bake for 20–30 minutes, until the biscuit is crisp and well browned. Lift carefully on to the rack to cool.

Sieve the icing sugar to get rid of its lumps, and mix to a smooth coating icing with the kirsch or brandy and a tablespoon of water.

When the biscuits are cool, ice them both smoothly and leave the icing to set for a few hours before you paint on the mitred figure of Bishop Nicholas, with or without his donkey. It’s the thought that counts – but if this makes too heavy a demand on your artistic skill, the iced biscuits can be cut into fingers 6in/15cm long and 2in/5cm wide. Your favourite children will find the small biscuits just as delicious, and they will be perfectly within the tradition of St Nicholas.

INITIAL-PASTRY

Banketletter (Holland)

The initials are made with a rough-puff pastry – half-way between shortcrust and puff, but still deliciously buttery and much simpler to make than a puff pastry. It’s a lovely idea for children’s tea-parties, as well as being the traditional St Nicholas gift for good little Dutch children.

Quantity: Makes about 8 initials 4in/10cm high.

Time: Start 1 hour ahead. Takes 30–40 minutes, with 8 minutes cooking time.

Equipment: A sieve and mixing bowl. 2 sharp knives. A rolling pin and board. Baking trays and a cooling rack.

The pastry

8oz/250g flour

8oz/250g very cold butter

½ teaspoon salt

4 tablespoons iced water

To finish

1 egg white

4 tablespoons sugar

4 tablespoons chopped almonds

Sift the flour and the salt into the cold mixing bowl.

Using 2 sharp knives, cut the butter roughly into the flour. Sprinkle in 3 tablespoons of the iced water and work into a dough with one of the knives. Add extra water until all the flour is taken up into a soft pliable dough. Cover and put aside in a cool place for 30 minutes.

Roll the pastry out into a large rectangle on the well-floured board. Fold it into three as if it was a letter. Put it aside in a cool place to rest for 30 minutes. Repeat three times.

Roll the pastry out to a thickness of about ½in/1cm.

Heat the oven to 475°F/240°C/Gas 9.

Cut out the initial letters (they can be as large or as small as you please) appropriate to the recipient or the occasion. Paint each letter with egg white, and sprinkle with almonds and sugar.

Rinse the baking trays with cold water and transfer the letters to them.

Bake the pastry in the very hot oven for 8 minutes, until puffed and pale gold. Turn the oven down to 350°F/180°C/Gas 4 and finish cooking for another 5–10 minutes, until the pastry is set and crisp. Open the oven door and let the house fill with the fragrance of hot butter and almonds.

Put the letters to cool on the rack. Then it’s each to his own.

SANT CLAUS BREADMEN

Klausemänner (Germany)

Good German children hope to find a Klausemann perched on top of their sweets and treats on the morning of St Nicholas’s Day. Breadmen are nicest made with an enriched dough, such as this lemon-scented milk bread – delicious to dip into a cup of hot chocolate or coffee at breakfast.

Quantity: Makes 4 Klausemänner or 1 small loaf.

Time: Start 2–3 hours ahead.

Equipment: A sieve, a large bowl. A baking tray and a cooling rack.

1lb/500g plain flour

scant ¼ pint/150ml warm milk

3 eggs

½ teaspoon salt (it makes sweet things taste sweeter)

1oz/25g fresh yeast (or a ½ oz/12g packet of dried)

3oz/75g sugar

3oz/75g melted butter

grated rind of 1 lemon

To finish

2 tablespoons milk

1 tablespoon raisins or currants

Sieve the flour into the warm bowl and make a well in the middle. Mix the yeast with the warm milk and a teaspoon of sugar in a cup, and wait until it liquifies. (If using dried yeast, follow the packet instructions.) Pour the frothy liquid into the well in the middle of the flour. Sprinkle a little flour over it and leave it to bubble up on a warm place for 10 minutes.

Break in the eggs and pour in the butter, then add the salt and lemon rind. Work all together with your hand, drawing in the flour from the sides. Knead it well until you have a soft elastic dough – you may need