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Anybody got an absinthe spoon?

Monday, April 15th, 2013

On a cold night a hundred years ago, government inspectors raided the saloons of a small town west of Baltimore. This was six years before the passage of Prohibition, so the inspectors weren’t looking to confiscate all the booze, just one particular substance that they considered especially dangerous.

Kate Dolan writes about absinthe

The Absinthe Drinker by Viktor Olivia (1901)

The Catonsville Herald Argus newspaper reported that inspectors confiscated about ten bottles of absinthe during the raids. Saloon owners were not arrested or charged with any offense, but all the bottles were emptied—and presumably not into the glasses of any patrons. Why did the Pure Food and Drug Department consider absinthe so much more dangerous than whiskey or gin or other spirits available in the saloons? Why was it outlawed when other spirits and even marijuana and cocaine were not?

And if it was such an evil drink, why can you find it lots of places today?

Absinthe is a distilled spirit made from aniseed, fennel and the leaves of Artemisia absinthium or wormwood. In the distilled form, it is not sweet and so it’s not a liqueur, although it is usually served with sugar to make it taste sweet. It’s strong – traditional absinthe has about 50% more alcohol than whiskey—but is typically diluted heavily with ice water. Despite its reputation as a hallucinogen, absinthe affects the drinker exactly the same way as whiskey or any other distilled spirit – drink too much and you’ll get drunk. Doesn’t sound too radical, even if it is often green from the herbs. So why the ban? It started with that reputation.

Absinthe was developed in the late 1700s, but it wasn’t well known until about 100 years later, when it became a popular drink among artists and writers in Paris. Public figures like Ernest Hemingway, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Vincent van Gogh, and Oscar Wilde, none known for their conservatism or restraint, were all quite fond of absinthe, and helped give the drink it’s reputation for causing crazy reactions. Some say it was absinthe induced madness that caused van Gogh to hack off his ear. Up to this day, the drink has a reputation as having hallucenogenic properties, based partly on experiments done with wormwood oil in the late 19th Century and partly on word of artists and writers who described wild sensations after taking the drink. According to the Wormwood Society, the reputation continues even today because “modern marketers…exaggerate these myths, combine them with modern falsehoods, and use them as marketing gimmicks to lure the credulous thrill-seeker.*”

However, extensive study in the 1980s proved that although wormwood does contain the poisonous substance thujone, the amount that is tranferred into absinthe is so minute as to not pose a danger to consumers. If there were any hallucenations caused by the drink, they were most likely due to the poisonous copper salts added to give a green color to cheaply made absinthe.

After studies proved the spirit was no more dangerous than similar alcoholic beverages, the United States eventually lifted the ban on absinthe in 2007. However, regulations specifically prohibit marketers from using labels that “project images of hallucinogenic, psychotropic or mind-altering effects.”

So, nearly 100 years after that hometown raid, absinthe was finally legal in the United States. But much of what is commonly sold as absinthe these days is merely an inferior liqueur, according to the Wormwood Society and other afficianados. There are two methods of making absinthe, by distillation and the “cold method.” The distilled spirit requires a double distillation process that includes steeping the herbs which give the drink its traditional flavor and color. The resulting spirit is strong and not at all sweet. By contrast, the cold method or “mixed” absinthes are produced by taking a grain alchohol base and adding flavorings coloring and usually, a considerable quantity of sugar. Often these drinks are labeled as a “liqueur.”

Although absinthe has been legal for six years, it is still not very common in the U.S. For example, I don’t remember seeing any available at the Old Absinthe House in New Orleans. But last fall, the Blue Talon restaurant in Williamsburg offered five different types of absinthe. My husband was horrified when I ordered some made from a “150-year-old recipe.” In researching this article, I went to the restaurant’s online menu to see what it was I’d actually ordered. It was “Grande Absente, a French liqueur that the Wormwood Society rated at about two stars (on a scale of five). The reviewer described it as “not completely terrible.” It was served in the traditional fashion with a slotted absinthe “spoon” (that looks more like a cheese spreader to me), a sugar cube and a carafe of ice water. The waitress recommended placing the sugar on the spoon and pouring water over it to dilute and sweeten the drink. I of course had to try it straight first. It tasted a lot like licorice with a bitter twist. I guess that was the wormwood. It was fun to try and probably great for those times when you just want something a little different, but I don’t see myself taking absinthe on a regular basis, so don’t expect to see me hovering over an absinthe dispenser in a Paris café anytime soon.

However, when I visited my dad a couple of weeks ago, he showed me a bottle of absinthe he’d just bought. I’m not sure he has any absinthe spoons and he didn’t even have any sugar cubes. So maybe for Father’s Day I’ll get out some cheese spreaders, bang a few holes in them, and present dad with his own absinthe drinking set. Maybe the bottle he bought is the real thing! I’ll let you know how that goes…

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* that would be me – the credulous thrill seeker. Sigh

image:Viktor Oliva [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 

 

A leopard changes its spots

Friday, February 22nd, 2013

My neighbor has decided to convert to Catholicism. That’s not news in most cases, people convert all the time. But the neighbor I’m referring to is not a person, it’s a church. St. Timothy’s (soon to be formerly) Episcopal Church, to be exact. With a sanctuary that dates back to 1855, St. Timothy’s is one of the oldest churches in the region and controls a large chunk of land in an area that has otherwise been parceled up into small lots. It’s not surprising that a church with so much tradition should also have a core congregation with very traditional conservative beliefs who have been distressed by the not-so-conservative decisions of their governing body. What surprised me is that they were able to do something about it.Kate Dolan has been a neighbor of St. Timothys for neary twenty years

The governing body concerned is, or rather was, the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America. That group, usually just referred to as the Episcopal Church, was formed after the American revolution when the Anglican churches separated themselves from the Church of England (or were kicked out, depending on who you talk to.) Clergy in the Church of England are required to swear allegiance to the King of England as head of the church, and that wasn’t going to happen with clergy in a country that fought for eight years to expel the authority of the king and his evil minions.

So now, 200+ years later, some of those congregations are voting to pledge allegiance to the Catholic Pope in Rome.

How can they do that? Why would they?

I don’t have a full answer to the first question. The Christian Post reports that the congregation voted to leave the Episcopal Diocese and join a Roman Catholic Ordinariate, which is a group formed for former Anglican churches who want to be part of the Catholic church while still retaining their liturgy and tradition. St. Timothy’s is not the first congregation to take this step–two others in the Baltimore area did so last year. The article includes a picture of the former Anglican priests being ordained as Roman Catholic priests, so presumably that is what will happen with the rector of St Timothy’s Church as well. Unfortunately, according to the article, the church will lose its extensive property as part of this move, since they were unable to “reach a settlement” with the diocese as other churches had done.

Why would they take such a difficult drastic move? I would have to say conviction. We’ve lived adjacent to the church (they literally own half of our front yard) for nearly twenty years and in that time spoken to various members, officials and three different rectors. As religion editor of the Catonsville Times, I read their newsletter every month for ten years and frequently interviewed members and staff about events and activities. All the people of St. Tim’s had one thing in common – a strong committed faith to serve the Lord in the manner that they thought best. Each time the governing Episcopal leadership voted in a manner contrary to their beliefs, it seemed like a knife in the side. I think finally they just had enough. They didn’t feel that they could serve God under the mantle of a church that they see as having strayed from the principles of Biblical teaching. (Of course, it was the Roman Catholic church’s straying from Biblical teaching that led the whole formation of the Protestant faith in the first place. These congregations are coming full circle.)

I will be very curious to see how this all works out — and who will take over my front yard.

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Information in this article comes from The Christian Post http://www.christianpost.com/news/md-episcopal-congregation-votes-to-join-catholic-church-90521/.

The title of the articles refers to Jeremiah 13:23

 

 

Football = Wizard’s Chess

Thursday, January 31st, 2013

Before I started paying much attention to football, I thought it was a brainless game played by brainless people to entertain brainless fans. But I’ve learned a little in the last few years, and I’m starting to see that it is a game of wits played by men who may appear witless simply because they’re so big (and the rest of us are so insecure that we need to feel superior). But really those big guys on the field are processing information faster than a computer. The strategy played out on every down is equivalent to the plan on a field of battle.Kate Dolan now thinks football is like chess

Where I once viewed a football game as little more than a bunch of big guys knocking the sense out of each other, the moves and counter moves and strategy now remind me of chess more than anything else. Well, chess with consequences. Like in the Wizard’s Chess of the Harry Potter world, if your player is in the wrong place at the wrong time, he gets destroyed rather spectacularly. (more…)

Unlocking clues from a pile of stones: the shipwreck on Molasses Reef

Friday, January 11th, 2013

The Turks and Caicos National Museum looks like a little old house because that’s what it is. But the displays inside don’t have much to do with the building or the people who lived there or even life on the islands in general. Most of the museum is devoted to the wreck of an unknown ship.

Kate Dolan visits the Turks and Caicos National Museum

The view of Front Street from the upper porch of the Turks and Caicos National Museum

During the “age of Discovery” roughly 1492 to the 1520s, over 120 European ships are known to have wrecked in the waters of the Americas. The caravel discovered on Molasses Reef was not one of them. Its name, owner, crew and mission remain a mystery. The “mystery wreck” has actually answered a lot of questions, however, because it is the oldest excavated European shipwreck in the Western Hemisphere. It gives details about a type of ship that once roamed the world but then faded from record. (more…)

When black was beautiful

Sunday, January 6th, 2013

We all know that people of African descent were not treated well in Europe and the Americas during the 18th and 19th Centuries. But if we look back to an earlier time, the Renaissance age, Africa and its people were viewed as exotic, unique and therefore often fashionable. Kate Dolan explores the exhibit Revealin the African Presence in Renaissance EuropeThe European perception of Africans is the subject of a fascinating exhibit at the Walters Art Museum in Baltimore, and I urge you to see it before it ends on January 21, 2013. (more…)

Exploding bottles: the history of Champagne

Monday, December 31st, 2012

Champagne, I had always heard, was invented by monks who made a mistake and “ruined” a batch of wine. But this year as I prepared to drink my way into the New Year, I decided to find out if that was actually how my favorite drink came into being.

It turns out the monks didn’t really invent it – it sort of invented itself and they, in fact, were trying to prevent it from doing so.

But let’s take a few steps back to get the full story.Kate Dolan explores the history of Champagne

Most of the fizzy wine referred to as “champagne” is not actually Champagne because to be official, it has to be made from grapes grown in the Champagne region of France. Wine grapes were cultivated in the area at least by A.D. 72, but twenty years later, the Romans outlawed winemaking in the region in order to reduce competition for the wines they produced closer to the capital. The French love wine as much as they hate being told what to do, so they continued to produce wine in secret until the ban was lifted. For hundreds of years the traditional Champagne wine was amber or pink, and it was not fizzy, at least not intentionally.

As the climate cooled during the Middle Ages, challenges mounted for the wine makers in the Champagne region. The growing season became too short for the grapes to fully ripen and develop the rich flavor of grapes produced in neighboring Burgundy. To make matters worse, the onset of winter often stopped the fermentation process too early. When the weather warmed in the spring, the yeast would awaken and begin to ferment again, producing carbon dioxide that put enormous pressure on the bottles, often making them explode. The bottles that didn’t explode were frequently found to be full of bubbles, which was considered a tremendous fault. (more…)

Have yourself a scary little Christmas

Friday, December 7th, 2012

It took me by surprise. I was viewing a gingerbread town Christmas display at the Broadmoor in Colorado Springs and there, right next to the chocolate bison, was a gingerbread graveyard. The sweet, innocent, childlike associations of frosted gingerbread fit our image of Christmas, but seem really out of place with the concept of death, decay and the macabre. Did that graveyard belong in a Christmas display? And how about the zombie Christmas tree (“Dear Santa, pleaz bring me some brains”) I saw at the Festival of Trees? What has happened to our wholesome holiday? Is it being corrupted?Kate Dolan writes about Gingerbread Zombies and other scary signs of Christmas

Nope. It’s just recapturing some of its former gory glory.

Long winter nights have provided the perfect backdrop for storytelling since humans were first able to build a fire and stay awake after sundown. And at the time of year when the sun seems to be in danger of disappearing entirely, it is natural that the darkness would inspire tales of death and evil spirits from beyond. (more…)

How to Hold Your Face

Friday, November 30th, 2012

Last week we learned from our 16th Century manners expert Erasmus that the well-mannered should keep their noses “free from any filthy collection of mucus.” But it’s not just the nose – the entire face must be regulated in order to display a proper sense of civility, and after reading through his list, I have realized that I would definitely be classified as uncivil.

He starts with the eyes. They should be “calm, respectful and steady.” And then he gives a long laundry list of all the things the eyes shouldn’t be – shameless (too insolent), grim (too fierce), or furtive (too treacherous). And there’s a list of things your eyes shouldn’t do, such as gape (like an idiot), blink (shows fickle nature) and roll (a feature of insanity). I probably run through each of those every hour, so that would make me a shameless idiot, one with a fierce and yet fickle nature.

Then there’s the eyebrows, which should be smooth, not contracted or arched or “pressed down over the eyes like those of an evil schemer.” (more…)

Handling the Gross Stuff

Saturday, November 24th, 2012

In the first article about really bad manners, we learned that you should not throw bones on the floor or scratch yourself in rude places, but no one’s going to throw a fuss if you belch. But is it okay to pick your nose? And what about that flea problem? Have no fear, by the end of this blog you will be steeped in the proper 16th Century etiquette for handling the gross stuff. Kate Dolan tells you how to handle snot in this blog

We’ll start with that nose. The first of our two etiquette teachers, Erasmus, tells his charges that “the nostrils should be free from any filthy collection of mucus, as this is disgusting.” He observes that Socrates was notorious for the collection of mucus under his nose, presumably to make his readers feel like they were in good company when they had a runny nose. He tells us not to wipe our noses on caps or clothing, because is “boorish,” nor can we wipe it on our forearms because only fishmongers do that. “It is not much better to wipe it with one’s hand if you then smear the discharge on your clothing,” he adds. What then should you do? Kleenex will not be invented for hundreds of years and if you wait that long, your filthy collection of mucus would far surpass that of Socrates. (more…)

Farewell to vinyl frosting

Friday, November 16th, 2012

No more Twinkies? No more HoHos? No more “dot bread?” Oh no! What is childhood without Hostess?

When I heard that the company that makes those iconic treats was going out of business, I felt an immediate sense of loss. I prepared to go into mourning as if a family member had died. Well, maybe not a family member, more like a pet. Okay, not one of our favorite dogs or cats, but like a goldfish that we’d had a really long time or at least long enough to name.

The point is, it mattered to me. And I haven’t had a Twinkie in four decades, for reasons I will explain later.

Kate Dolan wonders what's going into those Twinkies

What else can I put inside these things?

I rarely bought Hostess products (and if I’m not unique that could be why the company is out of business) but the brand was such a part of my memory that I feels like I’m losing part of my past along with the familiar red, yellow and blue dots.

My mom didn’t buy Hostess products much when I was a kid, but thanks to advertising and the bright friendly packaging and product placement they were always in my mind. The cupcakes were to my grade school self the epitome of culinary perfection. Cream filling AND frosting? How could you ask for more? There was even decorative icing on top that held its curlicue shape as if it were made of molded plastic, and who knows, maybe it was. I didn’t care. It was another decadent layer of sugary excess.

When I got older, I realized frosting wasn’t supposed to lay on a cupcake like a sheet of pressed vinyl and that chocolate cake should not just be chocolate colored but actually taste like chocolate. And Hostess cupcakes lost their charm.

Twinkies never had any for me that I could remember. That’s because my only memory of eating a Twinkie involved biting into one to find it full of blue mold. It looked really creepy and tasted like melted plastic (which may not be that far off from the taste of a non-moldy Twinkie, actually.) It’s hard to believe that Twinkies are even capable of growing mold, given the dearth of actual food ingredients in them. But it happened.

So I didn’t like Twinkies and cupcakes held no more allure. My focus turned to pie. I loved Hostess fruit pies, especially cherry. As a freshman working on stage crew in high school, if we stayed through after school until an evening performance and went to the store to pick up something for dinner, I dined on Hostess pies. Hey, they had fruit, right? And from the nutritional information I could see that the enriched flour provided at least 4% of my daily requirement of iron, so I was good to go.

In another year or two, however, the calorie count on those pies started to scare me, so I said farewell to those, too. But my relationship with Hostess was not over yet.

The next chapter was parenthood. I didn’t buy Twinkies (blue mold might stain) or cupcakes (imagine brown crumbs glued to everything with a layer of cream) or pies (I would be temped to eat them myself) but I did buy what my daughter called “dot bread.” She fell in love with the Hostess dots at an early age. Most of the time I wouldn’t buy the white Wonder Bread that she craved, but I would buy whole wheat Wonder, which had plain packaging with only a few dots. I still look for that bread first and she still likes the dots, nearly fifteen years later. And one year Santa brought her a loaf of snow white Wonderbread, which she hugged like a stuffed toy and probably enjoyed more than a child has every enjoyed bread before. Hostess brought her that joy.

I’m hoping they will sell the brand and that I will still look for Wonder Bread each week. But even if I find it, it won’t be the same. I will know it isn’t “real.” And part of me will feel sad, just like I did when we lost that goldfish, whats-his-name.