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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. 

1.26.2010

Chapter 1 - Quick Sour Cream Chicken, Cauliflower Fried in Butter, Roasted Potatoes and Dill, and Napolean is Just Another Robespierre

Book:  War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Recipes:  Potatoes Roasted in Olive Oil, Dill, and Sea Salt
Cauliflower Fried in Butter
Quick Sour Cream Chicken

Music:  Tchaikovsky -Serenade in Strings

Potatoes Roasted in Olive Oil, Dill, and Sea Salt 
(The potatoes I just threw together.  I read some kind of Russian Recipe for Potatoes and Dill, but couldn't find anything too authentic on the internet that didn't involve soup or mushrooms. )

Ingredients:  
1 Bag Baby Red Potatoes
Olive Oil for Coating
Sea Salt for Sprinkling
Dill

Heat oven to broil.  Set a timer for 15 minutes.  This is most crucial.  Otherwise, you may forget about them or a student's parent might call and engage you in a frantic search for her son and you will end up with mostly burned potatoes which otherwise would have been perfectly crispy and delicious. The salvaged remains (from the bottom and edges) will prove this to you in a most disheartening way as you throw away the blackened bits.

Cauliflower Fried in Butter

Ingredients:  
One Head of Cauliflower (trimmed and separated into florets)
2 Tbsp Flour
Salt and Pepper to Taste
2 Tablespoons butter 


Steam the cauliflower until just tender.  Coat with flour seasoned with salt and pepper and pan fry in hot melted butter until brown and crispy on all sides. 

Before engaging in this, retreat from the frustration anything in your life might be causing, such as lost keys, check books, or students.  By no means should you go on a rant about said missing item when it is suddenly discovered to have been hanging out with his wayward friends, lying to his mother, and cutting your class.  Any of these actions may lead you to leave the cauliflower in the flour too long so that it gets caked rather than just coated and to subsequently, and in anger, throw it all into the pan before the butter is hot enough.  The result?  Soggy cauliflower that you have a sense would have been much tastier had you calmly dusted it with flour and salt, added a few tablespoons of olive oil to your butter, heated the pan properly, and browned it more quickly. 


"Quick" Chicken


Ingredients:  

1 ea average chicken (I just used 5 chicken thighs)
3 tbsp butter
1/2 cup sour cream
2 ea eggs
salt
pepper


Fry the chicken in butter.  I took a cue from Julie and Julia and dried my meat to make it brown better.  Darned if that wasn't about the only thing that was easy to make happen.  Cover the pan and stew the chicken for 15 minutes. Open it and leave on very low heat. Beat eggs and stir in sour cream. Pour the sauce into the pan on low heat, stirring regularly, until the sauce thickens. 

Here's my take on this recipe:  It was like coating chicken in very moist, creamy scrambled eggs.  Scrambled because I might have still been ranting about a student instead of stirring, and eggy simply because the 2 eggs to 1 half cup of sour cream was just too much egg.  I suggest reducing to one egg and, if you like sour cream, increasing to 1 cup.  I would also get boneless, skinless chicken, since the nice crispy skin I had achieved was sort of boiled out of it by the sauce. 

NB:  When attempting to recover a failed chocolate vodka, you can try chilling it, and that will take some of the edge off the burn and the chocolate will not precipitate out.  You can also try adding ice to it and serving it with some cream, which takes the other edge.  However, in the end, the dulled blade still remains and you should buy better vodka.

All said and done, the meal did not taste bad, even the soggy cauliflower was suggestive of better days gone slightly to fat.  It was not so good as to put me off my desire to paper cut a certain teenager with his report card, but I did enjoy some for lunch leftovers today.


(My food photography may need some work - but look at that scrambled egg sauce...)


About the book - I have only read chapter 1.  The Russians in this chapter seem to see Napoleon as no better than another Robespierre profiteering on the chaos of France. They speak about the "hydra of revolution" which implies that he is simply one head of many, and all bent on destruction. His power; however, is perhaps the greater as he has set himself up above the people whereas at least Robespierre had remained party to the tribunals who eventually engineered his demise. The impression Tolstoy leaves us with from this speech is that there was no delineation between the revolution and Napoleon's upstart wars.

As for the 2 characters you meet in chapter 1, Anna is charmingly and pretentiously called "Annette" and litters her conversation with 3 generations of genteel French phrases.  What a cruel ironic blow it must have been to those raised to think of Paris as the center of culture, worthy of emulation, having to see their beloved mentors reduced to the rotten red (to borrow a phrase from Dickens) of the guillotine.  And Prince Vasili, "who like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed" should prove to be quite the standard, villainous, social grasper.   I think I'm going to enjoy reading this book. 


About the music:  Tchaikovsky, procured by Jay (thank you!), was playing all through the dinner cooking.  I don't know how to write about classical music, but it was lovely.

A last note about this project - one person, Eric, has already offered to forward me a recipe.  Thank you!  I would love to see them.  Scouring the internet is tiresome and not always authentic - I am going to make a bookstore trip soon for a Russian Cookbook, but in the meantime, if you know any foolproof (student-crisis proof?) recipes, please pass them on.

1.24.2010

W&P: Chapter 1 - Recipe 1 - Chocolate Vodka

Book:  War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Music:  The Counting Crows - This Desert Life
Recipe:  Chocolate Vodka


Chocolate Vodka

Ingredients:
1 Bottle Vodka
2 Bars Dark Chocolate - Shaved (I dumped my bars into a food processor - worked like a charm)

Heat a pan of water almost to boiling.  Place the vodka bottle in the water and add shaved chocolate until the vodka cannot absorb any more.

Easy?  Here's some good advice if you want to avoid my mistakes:

First - Don't buy cheap vodka.  Smirnoff burns.  I know what you're thinking, why waste expensive vodka by putting some shit in it?  Answer:  this is a sipping drink.   Nobody sips Smirnoff.  Well, nobody should.

Second - Use a funnel, but don't put it into the bottle while the bottle is heating.  This will heat your funnel, make your chocolate melt and clump,  and clog up the whole works.  Toothpicks are useless in solving this dilemma.

Third - Don't leave your food processor cup closer than 7 inches (any closer is reasonably safe for the cup, but not for the chocolate) to the warm pan.

Fourth - Don't attempt to make this drink when you have just had a one-sided argument with the voice mail left by your health insurance company, when the groceries for your Sci-Fi movie night have not been delivered on time, or when your guests are arriving, you have nothing to feed them, and you're up to your elbows in clumpy, half-melted chocolate trying to force it down the neck of a Smirnoff bottle with your bare hands.

My kitchen looked a bit like the dwelling place of monkeys with poo flung on the walls.  

Hindsight is 20/20 - Next time - I will pour the vodka into a double boiler (or rig one with a glass bowl - I don't have a real double boiler), upend the food processor bowl simply and efficiently over the vodka, stir it, cool it, then use the funnel to get the vodka back into the bottle. 

The sci-fi night crowd politely sipped ("I'm going to have to shoot this," said Jay [whose proposed pseudonym "Biscuit" I had to overrule]) their chocolate vodka, grimaced on the sly, and this (completely unconfirmed) advice was passed along to me, which I will now share with you:

On using Smirnoff in an emergency - running it twice through a Britta filter (so "they" say) will remove the offensive afterburn.

So much for the recipe; on to the book... I haven't started it yet.  I will be reading the first lines of it before bed tonight.  Preliminary thoughts?  It's long.  My students would say, "that looks thick, Miss!"

So much for the book;  now on to the music.  I have been promised, when I make my first real recipe, that there will be Russian music to accompany it.  I believe Tchaikovsky was mentioned.  For now, don't you just love the Counting Crows?


Riding on the Successful Shoulders of Giants

Dwarfs standing on the shoulders of giants (Latin: nanos gigantium humeris insidentes) is a Western metaphor meaning "One who develops future intellectual pursuits by understanding the research and works created by notable thinkers of the past"; a contemporary interpretation. However, the metaphor was first recorded in the twelfth century and attributed to Bernard of Chartres. It was famously uttered by seventeenth-century scientist Isaac Newton.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Standing_on_the_shoulders_of_giants


I am copying another person's ideas - sort of. I am going to keep a blog (probably not every day) about reading literature and cooking. I am probably going to talk a lot about my friends and their crazy lives. I will definitely give out pseudonyms. I will include recipes and give credit to the places I find them. I will talk about characters and story lines and symbols and metaphors. I will talk about drinks and the dinner parties where there should be music, food, and entertaining discussion about literature and culture. I might ruin a few endings for anyone who hasn't read the book under discussion.

About me: I love to cook. Not for money, but for my friends. To me, the best part about cooking is when I am in the kitchen and I can hear my friends in my apartment eating appetizers, drinking, and talking about who-cares-what. I also like to read. I read all the time, and I read just about anything I can get my hands on. This lead me to purchase a Kindle 2, which in turn lead me to the second part of the inspiration for this blog. You see, lots of Kindle books are free. War and Peace is free. War and Peace is a book that I have never read, but have always intended to read. Seeing that it was free, I downloaded it onto my Kindle 2 about 2 months ago. I read a lot of other, shorter novels and one memoir since then. That memoir was Julie and Julia.

That's when I got this idea, as a joke, to read War and Peace, and teach myself how to cook Russian food. Friends were actually encouraging about the idea, even more so when I started telling everyone that the first recipe I found was for Chocolate Vodka.

Ashley: Can you make that this weekend?

Then I thought, why limit myself to just one cuisine and one novel (albeit a very long one). Why not read some Murakami and learn to make sushi? So, this is where I have landed myself.

If I were to write a disclaimer to Julie Powell for stealing her ideas, it might look something like this:

Dear Julie Powell,

Thanks.

Love,
k