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4.17.2010

Last Chapter of War and Peace - Caviar and Deviled Eggs and Tolstoy gets Metaphysical - For Almost 20 Chapters

"The proportion of freedom to inevitability decreases and increases according to the point of view from which the action is regarded, but their relation is always one of inverse proportion. A sinking man who clutches at another and drowns him; or a hungry mother exhausted by feeding her baby, who steals some food; or a man trained to discipline who on duty at the word of command kills a defenseless man—seem less guilty, that is, less free and more subject to the law of necessity, to one who knows the circumstances in which these people were placed, and more free to one who does not know that the man was himself drowning, that the mother was hungry, that the soldier was in the ranks, and so on."

Book: War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Recipes: Culinaria: Russia by Marian Trutter


Caviar


Hard Boiled Eggs
Mayonaise
Blini
Unsalted, Tablewater crackers
Whipped Cream Cheese
(other accompaniaments could include sour cream, butter, mashed capers, sliced raw onion, pasta with creme fraiche and lemon zest, lemon slices, etc.)
Champagne
Vodka




This is not a real recipe, per se, more a collection of foodstuffs.  I suppose the cream cheese wasn't particularly Russian, but we'd eaten so much sour cream by this point, I was afraid of a general hunger strike if I brought any more out.  Generally, I make my deviled eggs with mustard and salt and pepper, or other tasty additions, but I didn't want to overpower the flavor of my caviar, which is already plenty salty enough.  I didn't make fresh blini, just defrosted the leftovers from the mushroom meal.  I also am  too embarrassed to state what brand of caviar I used.  I wasn't up for a trip out to Brooklyn, in fact I managed this whole project without visiting Brighton Beach at all, which I suppose is sort of a shame, but instead thought that the Food Emporium would have some.  They did.  It was dyed with food coloring to be unnatural shades of red or black and it wasn't very good, but it was caviar and I was too tired to quest after better.
  
 


Thankfully, neither Jay or Ben had ever had it.  We enjoyed it.  The eggs in particular were tasty with a dollop off caviar on top.  The blini gave an extra flavor, different from the crackers, and the cream cheese was delicious.  Champagne and Vodka pair wonderfully.  




About the book:

Tolstoy repeatedly revisited the idea that a single man could never inspire people to move from east to west.  That had the people not wanted to move from east to west, Napoleon would have been locked up for a lunatic.  He reiterates, at great, great length, that despite this fact, modern historians still want to attribute the movement from east to west to the power wielded by great men, "modern history, like a deaf man, answers questions no one has asked. If the purpose of history be to give a description of the movement of humanity and of the peoples, the first question—in the absence of a reply to which all the rest will be incomprehensible—is: what is the power that moves peoples? To this, modern history laboriously replies either that Napoleon was a great genius, or that Louis XIV was very proud, or that certain writers wrote certain books."

He never states precisely what that power, or force is.  He speaks, again at great length, about man's freedom.  He says that Napoleon, far from wanting for himself to tour Moscow as her conqueror, had less freedom than anyone.  He says that once we know more fully the cause of an action, the more we come to recognize the absence of freedom in executing that action.  He claims that men give power to great men out of lack of freedom, but he doesn't ever say why they come to do this. He also claims that great men, of themselves, have no power and he cites some very terrible leaders to back it up.  But there are two things he never addresses:  Centuries of indoctrination and hunger.  

In pre-historic times, a tribal leader was elected because of his prowess in battle.  He literally had to be strong enough and have enough power to protect his people from other tribes.  After many years of indoctrinating this belief, we get the dynasties and blood lines and the wealth and mystique that surrounded kings.  That is a hard idea to shake off.  What made the early Americans able to shake it off was that we had a fairly high standard of living already and our king was an ocean away.  The reason why they killed poor Louis is because they were starving and he was living, well, he was living like a king right in the midst of them. The people were told by a few men with ideas that it was ok to kill their king, so they did.

The idea that leaders don’t have personal power may be true in fact but it certainly isn’t true in the minds of a leader’s subjects, who, for centuries, have been buying into the image, pomp, and circumstance accorded the royals.  People very well may have followed Napoleon to Moscow simply because he declared himself emperor and said, let’s go to Moscow. 

As to why they moved at all, one has to look to economics more than philosophy, personal power, or mysterious “forces.”  If the people are starving, they will follow anyone who tells them it will bring them more bread.  If they are eating well, and want to be eating better they will follow a Jefferson who tells them they deserve to eat better.  I suppose, in that vein, the people of France would have followed Napoleon to conquer America had he proposed it as easily as they might have followed a barker selling them cheaper cuts of meat in the stall down the block.  

There is a lot of merit to what Tolstoy is saying about lack of freedom, but he never applies that to propaganda.  Napoleon was a master of propaganda.  He told a battered, self-consuming France that if they followed him, he would make them rich.  So they followed him.  If they had not been starving and riled up to fight by new ideas, they never would have revolted in the first place.  It wouldn't have been worth the risk to their dinner tables.  We could retort that there have been innumerable times in history when the people were starving and did not kill their king, but it was only because there was nobody to tell them it would come out to their benefit somehow.  Why stir up trouble if you're not going to get more food out of it?

As for all this talk about lack of freedom, it stems from the fact that through various inspirations, Nick Bolkonski, Jr. lands himself in the midst of the Decemberist revolts, according to Tolstoy, because he had no freedom to do otherwise.  But it was the ideas, the propaganda of Pierre, which lead him to do this.  

I guess my point is that Tolstoy never looks at hunger as potentially being the "force" he is looking for.  He says that the people were poised to move from east to west and then back west to east again.  But I say, they would have gone in whatever direction they thought they could get the best meal for their pains. 



This wraps up my discussion of War and Peace.   I am rather sad to see the end of it. 

3.08.2010

Book 9 - Chapter 22 - Blini with Creamed Mushrooms and the Coming of Age (Disillusionment) of Nicholas Rostov

Book: War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Recipes: Cooking Around the World: Russian and Polish by Chamberlain and Catherine Atkinson
Music:  Just had Jay's ipod playing on shuffle


Blini


2/3 cup all purpose flour
1/2 cup buckwheat flour
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp easy-blend dry yeast
3/4 cup warm milk
2 tbsp butter
1 egg separated
3 tbsp oil for the pan 

It is possible that if you don't mix everything in the right order, your batter will come out thick and rather gluey. It is also possible, since I've never made it before, that it will be thick and gluey no matter what you do. That said, the instructions are to mix the flours with the salt and the yeast, then make a well in the center. Pour in the warm milk, mixing until smooth and let rise one hour. If you live where I live, you already know that some ingredients are harder to find; I had to go downtown to a Whole Foods for the buckwheat flour and exotic mushrooms, never guessing that I should have picked up yeast while down there - there was none in the Pathmark at 125th. I used baking powder instead. I also made the very foolish assumption that these would be made just as regular pancakes are, and I didn't really read the directions. Instead of making a little well, I just dumped all the ingredients together in a bowl, including the oil, which was really for the pan. I also do not have a microwave, so I assumed I could just heat the milk and melt the butter together in the same pan. If you were to be more literate than I, at this point, you will have waited out your hour, and can now mix the egg yolk and butter into your batter, which will have dutifully risen to double its original size. The final step is to beat the egg white with a whisk until it forms stiff peaks and fold it into the batter, which you then cover and let stand for 20 minutes. I did beat my egg white, but not with a whisk, I strongly recommend technology in the form of a hand blender. Heat the oil, which you will in no way have mixed into your batter, in a frying pan and take in the show of trying to get small, silver dollar sized rounds out of the glutinous mass that your batter has become if you have failed to follow instructions properly. Panic, flip the first, thick cakes and flatten them with the back of the spatula to attempt to get the right thickness; then add water to your batter until it becomes somewhat more manageable. Cook the rest of the batter in the way of regular pancakes, waiting for bubbles to appear before flipping, and keep warm while you wait for your mushroom sauce to cook. Or in my case, due to much panic and nonsense, keep your mushrooms warm while you wait to sort out the near-disaster of your blini.


Creamed Mushrooms


1 small onion sliced
4 tbsp butter
6 cups sliced mushrooms
2 tbsp fresh dill
1 1/4 cup sour cream
Salt and pepper to taste


Melt the butter over medium high heat and saute the onions for 5 minutes. Stir in the mushrooms and saute for another 3 minutes, stirring constantly. The recipe calls for white button mushrooms, but since I love exotic mushrooms, I used a mixture of buttons, baby Portobello, Shiitake, Maitake, and some dried Chantarelles that I resuscitated in hot water; and a good thing, because I think the stronger mushrooms added all the flavor that the dish had. Stir in the now familiar sour cream and dill, add salt and pepper generously to taste and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer another minute or until the sauce thickens a bit. It will not get that thick if you leave all the mushroom liquid in the bottom of the pan. However, draining off the liquid, I think, would take out most of the butter and flavor, so I just left it in. Add a lot of salt and pepper, and extra dill to this. It is almost, but not quite bland. You might even consider adding some chicken or bacon. I considered and found the consideration quite feasible. 


Serve your mushrooms hot over your blini with a salad on the side. It's pretty tasty, but you really have to love mushrooms. The recipe is listed in the appetizer section, but it only took one look at the pictured blini to realize that this was easily heavy enough to be a main course. The salad is necessary, as stated in a previous post, to save this from being an overly brown meal.  (Special thanks to Jay for his decorative arrangement of salad and mushrooms for the photo op.)

About the book:

"Since the campaigns of Austerlitz and of 1807 Rostov knew by experience that men always lie when describing military exploits, as he himself had done when recounting them; besides that, he had experience enough to know that nothing happens in war at all as we can imagine or relate it. And so he did not like Zdrzhinski's tale, nor did he like Zdrzhinski himself... But he did not express his thoughts, for in such matters, too, he had gained experience. He knew that this tale redounded to the glory of our arms and so one had to pretend not to doubt it. And he acted accordingly."

Nicholas Rostov, formerly a coward of the Czar's army, has this wonderful coming of age scene.  In the above passage, he condemns a man in his mind for exaggerating about war.  He does not speak about his thoughts, does not even convey them and the sixteen year old adjutant attached to him (as devotedly as he was formerly attached to Denisov - and where is Denisov, by the way?) will buy the whole tale, or also pretend to, for it is glorious to hear valiant tales of war.  Rostov is learning to be a military man for whom nothing is important but victory for the sake of being able to go home alive to a home that is as close as possible to the way you left it.  

He realizes that bravery comes more from thinking of anything other than the danger rather than from facing the danger head on.  He captures a French officer and is embarrassed by it rather than elated.  He has become disillusioned with heroism, as have many of the other characters of the book. "So others are even more afraid than I am!" he thought, "So that's all there is in what is called heroism! And did I do it for my country's sake? And how was he to blame, with his dimple and blue eyes? And how frightened he was! He thought that I should kill him. Why should I kill him? My hand trembled. And they have given me a St. George's Cross.... I can't make it out at all."  He is learning that it is possible to take a man's life simply because his leader is at odds with the other man's leader.  He realizes this with an "unpleasant feeling of depression in his heart."  He is also learning the value of medals of honor and soldierly banter.  

He may actually become a better sort of character as we keep reading on.