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06 Dec 00 - 09:51 AM (#352329) Subject: Gateaux de guerre From: Auxiris Just for a change from the stories, here's a recipe that dates from World War II and bears testimony to some of the shortages people had to deal with during the war. It doesn't require butter or eggs, but uses unpasteurised milk. cheers, Aux
GATEAUX DE GUERRE (WARTIME BISCUITS)
Ingredients:
Cream skimmed from at least 2 litres of raw whole milk after it has been boiled then left to stand and cool off to lukewarm and then refrigerated, preferably overnight; Mix equal amounts of skimmed cream and sugar together. Add orange flower water and sodium bicarbonate. Add flour slowly until dough can be handled without sticking to hands and knead thoroughly. Roll out to about 1/8th of an inch (or 3 mm, for those of you who are not allergic to metric) thick and cut out with small biscuit cutters. Bake at about (I say about, because the recipe that I have does not specify a temperature) 350°F or a bit hotter, depending on your oven, for about 10 to 12 minutes, or just until golden. Store in biscuit tins that close ti |
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06 Dec 00 - 09:53 AM (#352330) Subject: RE: Gateaux de guerre From: Auxiris ghtly. Bloody machine! |
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06 Dec 00 - 10:04 AM (#352336) Subject: RE: Gateaux de guerre From: Mrrzy Sounds good! Reminds me of a recipe a friend gave me, called Depression Cake. Used no butter or milk or eggs, I think, but cocoa and sugar and oil, you made it in the pan it baked in and it made an actually delicious cake. I'll find and post if anyone wants it... |
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06 Dec 00 - 10:40 AM (#352352) Subject: RE: Gateaux de guerre From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler Cake? You had cake? We had wet cardboard... (oops sorry, wandered out of a Monty Python sketch by mistake) RtS "war baby - but look at me now!" |
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07 Dec 00 - 03:28 AM (#352918) Subject: RE: Gateaux de guerre From: Auxiris Salut, Mrrzy; comment ça va? Yes, I'd like to have the "Depression Cake" recipe if you can find it. One of the next door neighbour's children was asking people in the village if they had such recipes (ones that don't use usual ingredients because of shortages such as those encountered during the war) for a class project. Thanks in advance! cheers, Aux
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07 Dec 00 - 09:50 AM (#353027) Subject: RE: Gateaux de guerre From: Troll RtS, You had wet cardboard? We'd have KILLED for wet cardboard. You could chew that. We had a cake made of old plaster and painted with whitewash. Mum cut her thumb to get red for a cherry on top. We were the envy of the neighborhood. All the kids would look in through the window at that cake on the table. "Course, there wasn't much else; just the table, the floor, and a bit of wall with the window in it. Now aren't you sorry you started this? * HEH HEH HEH * troll |
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07 Dec 00 - 05:53 PM (#353270) Subject: RE: Gateaux de guerre From: Greyeyes Luxury. |
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08 Dec 00 - 02:45 AM (#353500) Subject: RE: Gateaux de guerre From: Auxiris I am beginning to get the impression I should have stuck with the Nasreddine stories. . . anyone else want to talk about how deprived of the slightest necessities (let alone luxuries) they were during the war/the depression/ recession/etc.? cheers, Aux
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08 Dec 00 - 03:32 AM (#353504) Subject: RE: Gateaux de guerre From: Auxiris And, speaking of Nasreddine Hodja, there are quite a few collections of these stories in print, so there's really no need for me to continue to translate and post them. cheers, Aux
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08 Dec 00 - 12:20 PM (#353729) Subject: RE: Gateaux de guerre From: Troll Three days a week during the WWII, my mom carried a quart of milk from my grandfathers house, 500 yds. up Hiway 17 to Cousin Dick's house. She would hand him the bottle and he would give her a quarter. In this way she qualified for an extra tire ration because she was delivering milk. It made no difference that Cousin Dick had more cows that my grandfather. troll |
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08 Dec 00 - 12:33 PM (#353738) Subject: RE: Gateaux de guerre From: mousethief Table, floor, window, A BIT OF A WALL?!?!?! Bloody farking LUXURY that is. We had to put our plaster cake on the MUD FLOOR of our HOLE. Neighborhood kids looked down at us through the LEAKY BRACKEN ROOF and laughed when the saw how poor WE were. I mean we called it a hole but it was really a small indentation in the MUD. Alex |