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A shared table

1/15/2019

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I choose cookbooks the way I choose wine. I remember searching a bottle shop on the Champs-Elysées in Paris with my daughter. We’d decided that wine was the most sensible souvenir to take back to friends and as neither of us knew a great deal about wine, we chose the bottles we considered had the most elegant labels. 
 
But that’s me. I choose restaurants by their ambiance, fabric by its feel and cookbooks by their pictures. I simply would never buy a recipe book without images. Food is meant to be a visual feast so picture-less cookbooks make no sense to me.
 
Maybe it was those years in high school cookery classes, labouring over the picture-less Commonsense Cookbook, under the tutelage of two very stern and demanding older women who taught me the basics well but made me long for something more adventurous.

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Once I began work I bought my very first cookbook, a long narrow, cream coloured edition the name of which I’ve long forgotten. As well as the recipes it had fine pen sketches of heritage buildings around Sydney. I thought it was the height of elegance and sophistication. It had none of the recipes I’d grown up with, junket, lemon sago and lambs fry and bacon. It had recipes with ingredients I’d never heard of but couldn’t wait to try.
 
I doubt my parents appreciate my new culinary endeavours, such a far cry from lamb cutlets and shepherd’s pie, but they didn’t say so. Maybe my mother was just glad to be out of the kitchen, cooking was a real chore for her, she much preferred the sewing room.
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When I married I bought Everyday French Cooking for Australian Homes, quite exotic for the 1960s. Soupe au Potiron sounded so much more appetising than pumpkin soup, a la Provencale looked so much better on the menu than baked fish and what a radical thought to put pineapple with ham. But it was the desserts that captured my imagination and began in me a love affair with all things rich, decadent and creative.
 
From French cooking to The Cooking of Vienna’s Empire. What an adventure!  
Sachertorte ... I made that with great enthusiasm many times and then in Vienna one summer I got to enjoy the real thing at the Hotel Sacher Wien.
It was beyond amazing! It was created by a 16-year old apprentice pastry chef in 1832 for Prince Clemens Lothar Metternich. It became the most famous chocolate cake in Vienna. The apprentice became famous and it was his son who established the Hotel where I sat on that balmy summer evening and savoured dessert heaven.

Dobos Torte ... a creation consisting of seven cake layers, each cooked separately, joined together with chocolate cream and topped with a thin layer of toffee cut in wedges and arranged like the 'Opera House sails' with swirls of the chocolate cream supporting each 'sail'.
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Apfelstrudelfullung ... time consuming but oh so yummy and Spanishe Windtorte, a baroque triumph in conception, design and execution … a meringue box with decorative outer case and lid, filled with strawberries, toasted hazelnuts, crushed macaroons and chocolate folded through sweetened cream. It took two days to make but it looked truly spectacular and tasted quite otherworldly. It became my favourite thing to make because it looked so beautiful with its crystallised violets adding the final touch.
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These days as I thumb through my recipe file, the most precious ones are those in handwriting on scrapes of paper. Ones entitled, Sue’s Zucchini slice and Molly’s Christmas cake. Sue died some years ago but every time I make that recipe I think of her and the good times we shared. My cousin, Molly, and I travelled much of the world together and her recipes trigger a plethora of memories of places we’ve been and things we’ve done, all embodied in some ingredients on a page.
 
My mother’s handwritten recipe book is there too with her famous date loaf, no-cook afternoon tea fudge and London bun recipes, each page splattered with a generous sprinkle of flour and a good dash of dried butter.  It reminds me that even though cooking was a chore for her she fed us with love and maybe more love than those for whom cooking is easy and pleasurable.
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I will always enjoy the excitement of getting my hands on a new cookbook with enticing images, but food is about so much more than technique and good ingredients, it’s about relationship and sharing. Sharing my table with people I love and new friends I’m just getting to know.
 
Food is so fundamental to our very existence and somehow sharing a meal opens a door to sharing ourselves. I love that. I love that a simple sandwich, shared with love, can be as special as the most elegant French quiescence when it’s shared in relationship.
  
In many ways my recipe file is a story of my life. It resonates with the sounds of laughter and tears shared over long lunches, snatched moments for coffee and candlelight dinners. It’s overflowing with decades of friendships, recipes swapped, cooking tips passed on, celebrations and commiserations. It holds the best that life can offer, beyond money and possessions, the richest of life’s blessings, friendship, memories and love shared around a table.
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Donna L
1/14/2019 01:03:45 pm

Ah, Glenyss! This brought some memories. Not of shared days cooking as, like your mother, by the time I’ve cooked it all, I’ve lost my appetite. I did learn to cook with the Commonsense Cookery Book and with two very similar stern teachers. Years later my husband taught himself to cook withe the same book but like you, was up to stuffed pasta, gleefully seeding tomtoes and making home made chocolates within a few weeks.
My mother, also a great cook and I wished I’d kept her recipes, especially for a clear brandy sauce that I can find nowhere, was always looking for all things chic and cosmopolotan in the 1960s. Amongst them was the Continental Cake Shop in Kingsford, opened by European migrants after the war. For my birthday one year she came came home with a wonder to behold. It was a layer cake, each layer filled with chocolate cream and on top were neatly sectioned triangles of toffee. From your story, I now know this to have been a Dobos torte. I have never forgotten that cake, but now I know its name like a long lost friend.
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Glenyss
1/15/2019 11:40:04 pm

Hi Donna, It seems as if older stern teachers were an inevitable part of Home Economics Depts in those days. One of mine had a standard feedback for me - no matter what I cooked or how long I cooked it she always said, "Two minutes too long"!
I hope you get to enjoy Dobos Torte again one day it is an amazing cake. I have the recipe if you want it.

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Carol Kent
1/14/2019 03:06:18 pm

Hi Glenyss. As I read your blog this morning I was back in Vienna with Graeme. It must of been around 1982 on a business trip to Vienna. We had been to the Opera (sitting in the Emperor's Box no less) to see a La Boheme and then we went for supper at the Hotel Sache for their specialty dessert. Delicious and a wonderful memory. Thank you.

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Glenyss
1/15/2019 11:49:05 pm

Hi Carol, That must have been an awesome experience - precious memories. I think the Vienna Opera House must be one of the most beautiful in the world. I saw 2 operas there - one I didn’t know and Carmen! Not unfortunately in the Emperor’s Box but in standing area, which I got for 5 Euros but I loved every minute and especially the stunning building.

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Peter Stanton
1/16/2019 12:51:20 am

"Food is so fundamental to our very existence and somehow sharing a meal opens a door to sharing ourselves":such thought provoking words that bring back such beautiful memories of sharing with dear Friends.

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