Above, in a new video creÂatÂed by Wired, HoffÂmann conÂtinÂues his eduÂcaÂtionÂal misÂsion, “answer[ing] the interÂnet’s burnÂing quesÂtions about cofÂfee. What’s the difÂferÂence between drip and pour over cofÂfee? What’s the difÂferÂence between iced cofÂfee and cold brew? Does darkÂer roast cofÂfee have more cafÂfeine?” TakÂen togethÂer, he covÂers a lot of ground in 22 minÂutes.
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Drink our cofÂfee. Or else. That’s the mesÂsage of these curiÂousÂly sadisÂtic TV comÂmerÂcials proÂduced by Jim HenÂson between 1957 and 1961.
HenÂson made 179 ten-secÂond spots for Wilkins CofÂfee, a regionÂal comÂpaÂny with disÂtriÂbÂuÂtion in the BalÂtiÂmore-WashÂingÂton D.C. marÂket, accordÂing to the MupÂpets Wiki: “The local staÂtions only had ten secÂonds for staÂtion idenÂtiÂfiÂcaÂtion, so the MupÂpet comÂmerÂcials had to be lightning-fast–essentially, eight secÂonds for the comÂmerÂcial pitch and a two-secÂond shot of the prodÂuct.”
WithÂin those eight secÂonds, a cofÂfee enthuÂsiÂast named Wilkins (who bears a resemÂblance to KerÂmit the frog) manÂages to shoot, stab, bludÂgeon or othÂerÂwise do grave bodÂiÂly harm to a cofÂfee holdÂout named WonÂtkins. HenÂson proÂvidÂed the voicÂes of both charÂacÂters.
Up until that time, TV adverÂtisÂers typÂiÂcalÂly made a direct sales pitch. “We took a difÂferÂent approach,” said HenÂson in ChristoÂpher Finch’s Of MupÂpets and Men: The MakÂing of the MupÂpet Show. “We tried to sell things by makÂing peoÂple laugh.”
The camÂpaign for Wilkins CofÂfee was a hit. “In terms of popÂuÂlarÂiÂty of comÂmerÂcials in the WashÂingÂton area,” said HenÂson in a 1982 interÂview with Judy HarÂris, “we were the numÂber one, the most popÂuÂlar comÂmerÂcial.” HenÂson’s ad agency began marÂketÂing the idea to othÂer regionÂal cofÂfee comÂpaÂnies around the counÂtry. HenÂson re-shot the same spots with difÂferÂent brand names. “I bought my conÂtract from that agency,” said HenÂson, “and then I was proÂducÂing them–the same things around the counÂtry. And so we had up to about a dozen or so clients going at the same time. At the point, I was makÂing a lot of monÂey.”
If you’re a glutÂton for punÂishÂment, you can watch many of the Wilkins CofÂfee comÂmerÂcials above. And a word of advice: If someÂone ever asks you if you drink Wilkins CofÂfee, just say yes.
Note: An earÂliÂer verÂsion of this post appeared on our site in 2012.
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When it comes to chili, Texas, Kansas City and CincinÂnati, will cede no quarÂter, each conÂvinced that their parÂticÂuÂlar regionÂal approach is the only sane option.
Hot dogs? Put New York City and ChicaÂgo in a pit and watch them tear each othÂer to ribÂbons.
But pizÂza?
There are so many geoÂgraphÂic variÂaÂtions, even an imparÂtial judge can’t see their way through to a clear vicÂtor.
The playÂing fieldÂ’s thick as stuffed pizÂza, a polarÂizÂing ChicaÂgo local speÂcialÂty that’s deepÂer than the deepÂest dish.
Wait, though. We all have an acquainÂtance who takes perÂverse pleaÂsure in offÂbeat topÂping choicÂes — lookÂing at you, CalÂiÂforÂnia — but othÂer than that, isn’t pizÂza just sauce, dough, and cheese?
How much room does that leave for variÂaÂtion?
PlenÂty as it turns out.
Crusts, thick or thin, flucÂtuÂate wildÂly accordÂing to the type of flour used, how long the dough is proofed, the type of oven in which they’re baked, and phiÂlosÂoÂphy of sauce placeÂment.
(In BufÂfaÂlo, New York, pizÂzas are sauced right up to their cirÂcumÂferÂence, leavÂing very litÂtle crusty hanÂdle for eatÂing on the fly, though perÂhaps one could fold it down the midÂdle, as we do in the city 372 miles to the south.)
Sauce can also swing pretÂty wildÂly — sweet, spicy, preÂpared in advance, or left to the last minute — but cheese is a much hotÂter topÂic.
Detroit’s pizÂza is disÂtinÂguished by the incluÂsion of WisÂconÂsin brick cheese.
St. Louis is loyÂal to ProvÂel cheese, a homeÂgrown processed mix of chedÂdar, Swiss, and proÂvolone and liqÂuid smoke.
MiaÂmi pizÂzas cater to the palates of its Cuban popÂuÂlaÂtion by mixÂing mozÂzarelÂla with gouÂda, a cheese that was both wideÂly availÂable and popÂuÂlar before 1962’s rationing sysÂtem was put in place.
In the land of opporÂtuÂniÂty, where smallÂer towns are underÂstandÂably eager to claim their piece of pie, Weird HisÂtoÂry Food gives the nod to Old Forge, PennÂsylÂvaÂnia, optiÂmistiÂcalÂly dubbed “the PizÂza CapÂiÂtal of the World by UncovÂerÂing PA’s Jim Cheney, and Steubenville Ohio, home of the “overÂsized LunchÂable” Atlas ObscuÂra refers to as America’s most misÂunÂderÂstood pizÂza.
For good meaÂsure, watch the PBS Idea Channel’s HisÂtoÂry of PizÂza in 8 slices, below, then rep your favorite local pizzeÂria in the comÂments.
One of the New York Times’ most comÂpelling regÂuÂlar feaÂtures is OverÂlooked, which gives remarkÂable indiÂvidÂuÂals whose deaths passed unreÂmarked by the Timesobit colÂumn a rousÂing, overÂdue sendÂoff.
SalÂly Schmitt — “one of the great unsung heroes of CalÂiÂforÂnia CuiÂsine” as per Michael Bauer, the San FranÂcisÂco ChronÂiÂcle’s fearÂsome forÂmer food critÂic — is not one of those.
Schmitt received a grand obitÂuÂary that delved into her perÂsonÂal hisÂtoÂry, phiÂlosÂoÂphy, and her conÂnecÂtion to Napa Valley’s The French LaunÂdry, a three star MicheÂlin restauÂrant which AnthoÂny BourÂdain hailed as the best in the world.
The French Laundry’s renown is such that one needn’t run in foodÂie cirÂcles to be aware of it, and its award-winÂning chef/owner, Thomas Keller.
Keller, howÂevÂer, did not found the restauÂrant that brought him fame.
Schmitt did, with the help of her husÂband, Don and their five chilÂdren, who pitched in in both the kitchen and the front of the house.
FamÂiÂly was imporÂtant to Schmitt, and havÂing deferred her dreams for the many years it took to raise hers, she was deterÂmined to mainÂtain balÂance between home and work lives.
In Ben ProudÂfoot’s New York Times op-doc, above, Schmitt recalls growÂing up outÂside of SacraÂmenÂto, where her mothÂer taught her how to cook using in-seaÂson local proÂduce.
MeanÂwhile, her father helped CalÂiÂforÂnia proÂduce make it all the way to the East Coast by supÂplyÂing ice to the SouthÂern PacifÂic RailÂroad, an innoÂvaÂtion that Schmitt idenÂtiÂfies as “the beginÂning of the whole superÂmarÂket sitÂuÂaÂtion” and a disÂtressÂing geoÂgraphÂic disÂconÂnect between AmerÂiÂcans and food.
The Schmitts launched The French LaunÂdry in 1978, with a shockÂingÂly affordÂable menu.
Julia Child, a fan, once “burst into the kitchen,” demandÂing, “My dear, what was in that dessert sauce?”
(Answer: sugÂar, butÂter and cream)
SixÂteen years after its foundÂing, The French LaunÂdry was for sale.
Schmitt’s facial expresÂsions are remarkÂably poignant describÂing the transÂfer of powÂer. There’s a lot at play — pride, nosÂtalÂgia, fondÂness for Keller, a “realÂly charmÂing young chef, who’d made a name for himÂself in New York…and was down on his luck.”
Schmitt is graÂcious, but there’s no quesÂtion she feels a bit of a twinge at how Keller took her dream and ran with it.
“In high school, I was always the vice president…vice presÂiÂdent of everyÂthing,” Schmitt says, before sharÂing a telling anecÂdote about her best friend beatÂing her out for the highÂest acaÂdÂeÂmÂic honÂor:
I went home and cried. Yeah, I thought that I should have it, you know. And my mothÂer said, “Let her have her moment of gloÂry. Don’t worÂry. There will be moments of gloÂry for you.”
This docÂuÂmenÂtary is one, howÂevÂer posthuÂmous.
AccomÂpaÂnyÂing it is a brief essay in which ProudÂfoot conÂtrasts the lives of his workaÂholic late father and Schmitt, with her “delightÂfulÂly coy canÂdor a mesÂsage about the rewards of balÂance and the trap of ambiÂtion:”
I made this film for all of us who strugÂgle “to stir and taste the soup” that already sits in front of us.
SalÂly Schmitt’s CranÂberÂry and Apple Kuchen with hot Cream Sauce
Serves 8
KUCHEN:
6 tableÂspoons (3/4 stick) unsaltÂed butÂter, room temÂperÂaÂture, plus more for the pan
3/4 cup sugÂar
1 large egg
1 1/2 cups all-purÂpose flour
2 teaÂspoons bakÂing powÂder
1/4 teaÂspoon kosher salt
1/4 teaÂspoon freshÂly gratÂed nutÂmeg
1/2 cup milk or light cream
3 to 4 GravenÂstein or GoldÂen DeliÂcious apples
1 cup cranÂberÂries or firm blueÂberÂries
CinÂnaÂmon sugÂar: 1 tableÂspoon sugÂar mixed with 1/4 teaÂspoon cinÂnaÂmon
HOT CREAM SAUCE:
2 cups heavy cream
1/2 cup sugÂar
8 tableÂspoons (1 stick) unsaltÂed butÂter
1. PreÂheat oven to 350 degrees. ButÂter a 9‑inch round cake pan.
2. For the kuchen: Using an elecÂtric mixÂer, beat butÂter, sugÂar and egg togethÂer until the mixÂture is fluffy and lightÂened in texÂture.
3. ComÂbine the flour, bakÂing powÂder, salt and nutÂmeg. Add dry ingreÂdiÂents and the milk alterÂnateÂly to the butÂter mixÂture; mix just until comÂbined.
4. Peel and core apples. Slice them into 1/4‑inch wedges
5. Spoon batÂter into the pan. Press apple slices, about 1/4‑inch apart and core side down, into the batÂter, workÂing in a cirÂcuÂlar patÂtern around the outÂside edge (like the spokes of a wheel. Arrange most of the cranÂberÂries in a ring inside the apples and sprinÂkle remainÂder around the edges of the kuchen. SprinÂkle kuchen with the cinÂnaÂmon sugÂar.
6. Bake for 40 to 50 minÂutes, or until a cake tester insertÂed into the cenÂter of the kuchen comes out clean. Set on a rack to cool.
7. ComÂbine the cream sauce ingreÂdiÂents in a mediÂum saucepan. Bring to a boil, lowÂer heat and simÂmer for 5 to 8 minÂutes, to reduce and thickÂen it slightÂly.
8. Serve the cake warm or at room temÂperÂaÂture, drizÂzled with the hot cream sauce
Home baked sourÂdough had its moment durÂing the earÂly days of the panÂdemÂic, but othÂerÂwise bread has been much maligned throughÂout the 21st cenÂtuÂry, at least in the WestÂern World, where carbs are vilÂiÂfied by body-conÂscious conÂsumers.
This was hardÂly the case on JanÂuÂary 18, 1943, when AmerÂiÂcans woke up to the news that the War Foods AdminÂisÂtraÂtion, headÂed by SecÂreÂtary of AgriÂculÂture Claude R. Wickard, had banned the sale of sliced bread.
The reaÂsons driÂving the ban were a bit murky, though by this point, AmerÂiÂcans were well acquaintÂed with rationing, which had already limÂitÂed access to high-demand items as sugÂar, cofÂfee, gasoÂline and tires.
Though why sliced bread, of all things?
Might deprivÂing the pubÂlic of their beloved pre-sliced bread help the war effort, by freeÂing up some critÂiÂcal resource, like steel?
War proÂducÂtion regÂuÂlaÂtions proÂhibÂitÂed the sale of indusÂtriÂal bread slicÂing equipÂment for the duraÂtion, though preÂsumÂably, existÂing comÂmerÂcial bakÂeries wouldn’t have been in the marÂket for more machines, just the odd repair part here and there.
Wax paper then? It kept sliced bread fresh priÂor to the invenÂtion of plasÂtic bags. PerÂhaps the Allies had need of it?
No, unlike nylon, there were no shortÂages of waxed paper.
Flour had been strictÂly regÂuÂlatÂed in Great Britain durÂing the first World War, but this wasn’t a probÂlem stateÂside in WWII, where it remained relÂaÂtiveÂly cheap and easy to proÂcure, with plenÂty leftÂover to supÂply overÂseas troops. 1942’s wheat crop had been the secÂond largest on record.
There were othÂer ratioÂnales havÂing to do with elimÂiÂnatÂing food waste and relievÂing ecoÂnomÂic presÂsure for bakÂers, but none of these held up upon examÂiÂnaÂtion. This left the War ProÂducÂtion Office, the War Price AdminÂisÂtraÂtion, and the Office of AgriÂculÂture vying to place blame for the ban on each othÂer, and in some casÂes, the AmerÂiÂcan bakÂing indusÂtry itself!
While the ill conÂsidÂered ban lastÂed just two months, the pubÂlic uproar was conÂsidÂerÂable.
Although pre-sliced bread hadn’t been around all that long, in the thirÂteen-and-a-half years since its introÂducÂtion, conÂsumers had grown quite depenÂdent on its conÂveÂnience, and how niceÂly those uniÂform slices fit into the slots of their pop up toastÂers, anothÂer recentÂly-patentÂed invenÂtion.
A great pleaÂsure of the HisÂtoÂry Guy’s covÂerÂage is the name checkÂing of local newsÂpaÂpers covÂerÂing the Sliced Bread Ban:
An absence of data did not preÂvent a reporter for the WilmÂingÂton News JourÂnal from specÂuÂlatÂing that “it is believed that the majorÂiÂty of AmerÂiÂcan houseÂwives are not proÂfiÂcient bread slicers.”
One such houseÂwife, havÂing spent a hecÂtic mornÂing hackÂing a loaf into toast and sandÂwichÂes for her husÂband and chilÂdren, wrote a letÂter to the New York Times, pasÂsionÂateÂly declarÂing “how imporÂtant sliced bread is to the morale and saneÂness of a houseÂhold.”
The more stiff upper lipped patriÂoÂtism of VerÂmont home ecoÂnomÂics instrucÂtor Doris H. Steele found a platÂform in the Barre Times:
In Grandmother’s day, the loaf of bread had a regÂuÂlar place at the famÂiÂly table. GrandÂmothÂer had an attracÂtive board for the bread to stand on and a good sharp knife alongÂside. GrandÂmothÂer knew that a steady hand and a sharp knife were the secrets of slicÂing bread. She sliced as the famÂiÂly asked for bread and in this way, she didn’t waste any bread by cutÂting more than the famÂiÂly could eat. Let’s all conÂtribute to the war effort by slicÂing our own bread.
Then, as now, celebriÂties felt comÂpelled to weigh in.
There was a time when one could hardÂly hope to enter polite sociÂety withÂout knowÂing one’s CaberÂnets from one’s Pinots and one’s ChardonÂnays from one’s RiesÂlings. That time has not quite gone, exactÂly, and indeed, a greater variÂety of pleaÂsures await the oenophile today than ever before. But in the twenÂty-first cenÂtuÂry, and espeÂcialÂly in twenÂty-first cenÂtuÂry urban AmerÂiÂca, one must comÂmand a cerÂtain knowlÂedge of beer. Even those who parÂtake only of the occaÂsionÂal glass will, after a decade or two, develÂop a sense that they preÂfer a lager, say, or a stout, or the perenÂniÂalÂly trendy IPA. Yet many will also be at a loss to explain what they like about their preÂferred beer’s flaÂvor, let alone its oriÂgins.
Enter MasÂter Cicerone Pat Fahey, whose title bespeaks his vast knowlÂedge of beer: of its nature, of its makÂing, of its hisÂtoÂry. He puts his masÂtery of the subÂject on full disÂplay in the hourÂlong Wired video above, in which he breaks down every style of beer. Not most styles: every style, beginÂning with lagers malty and hopÂpy, movÂing through an even wider variÂety of ales, and endÂing with an extendÂed conÂsidÂerÂaÂtion of lessÂer-known beers and their variÂaÂtions. Most all of us have samÂpled AmerÂiÂcan lager, EngÂlish porter, and even GerÂman pilÂsner. But can you rememÂber when last you threw back a FlanÂders red ale, a dopÂpelÂbock, or a wee heavy?
Fahey knows his beers, but he also knows how to talk about them to the genÂerÂal pubÂlic. His explanaÂtoÂry techÂnique involves proÂvidÂing genÂerÂous amounts of conÂtext, not just about the parts of the world in which these beers origÂiÂnate (a geogÂraÂphy and lanÂguage lesÂson in itself) but about the ways they’ve been conÂsumed and proÂduced throughÂout hisÂtoÂry. Of that last he has a fair amount to work with, since the oldÂest recipe for beer, preÂviÂousÂly feaÂtured here on Open CulÂture, dates to 1800 B.C. The nearÂly four milÂlenÂnia of beer evoÂluÂtion since then have proÂduced the forÂmiÂdaÂble tap rows with which the bars of PortÂland, Austin, and San Diego conÂfront us today — and which, with Fahey’s guidÂance, we can more credÂiÂbly navÂiÂgate.
Based in Seoul, ColÂin MarÂshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities, lanÂguage, and culÂture. His projects include the SubÂstack newsletÂterBooks on Cities, the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall, on FaceÂbook, or on InstaÂgram.
Dumplings are so deliÂcious and so venÂerÂaÂble, it’s underÂstandÂable why more than one counÂtry would want to claim authorÂship.
As culÂturÂal food hisÂtoÂriÂan MiranÂda Brown disÂcovÂers in her TED-Ed aniÂmaÂtion, dumplings are among the artiÂfacts found in ancient tombs in westÂern ChiÂna, rock hard, but still recÂogÂnizÂable.
ScholÂar Shu Xi sang their praisÂes over 1,700 years ago in a poem detailÂing their ingreÂdiÂents and prepaÂraÂtion. He also indiÂcatÂed that the dish was not native to ChiÂna.
Lamb stuffed dumplings flaÂvored with garÂlic, yogurt, and herbs were an Ottoman Empire treat, cirÂca 1300 CE.
The 13th-cenÂtuÂry MonÂgol invaÂsions of Korea resultÂed in mass casuÂalÂties , but the silÂver linÂing is, they gave the world manÂdoo.
The JapanÂese Army’s bruÂtal occuÂpaÂtion of ChiÂna durÂing World War II gave them a taste for dumplings that led to the creÂation of gyoza.
EastÂern EuroÂpean pelÂmeni, pieroÂgi and vareniÂki may seem like variÂaÂtions on a theme to the uniniÂtiÂatÂed, but don’t expect a UkrainÂian or RussÂian to view it that way.
Is the hisÂtoÂry of dumplings realÂly just a series of bloody conÂflicts, puncÂtuÂatÂed by periÂods of relÂaÂtive harÂmoÂny whereÂin everyÂone argues over the best dumplings in NYC?
Brown takes some mild potÂshots at cuisines whose dumplings are closÂer to dough balls than “plump pockÂets of perÂfecÂtion”, but she also knows her audiÂence and wiseÂly steers clear of any posiÂtions that might lead to playÂground fights.
Relax, kids, howÂevÂer your grandÂma makes dumplings, she’s doing it right.
It’s hard to imagÂine sushi masÂter Naomichi YasuÂda dialÂing his opinÂions down to preÂserve the staÂtus quo.
A purist — and favorite of AnthoÂny BourÂdain — Chef YasuÂda is unwaÂverÂing in his conÂvicÂtions that there is one right way, and many wrong ways to eat and preÂpare sushi.
He’s far from prigÂgish, instructÂing cusÂtomer Joseph George, for VICE Asia MUNCHIES in the propÂer hanÂdling of a simÂple piece of sushi after it’s been lightÂly dipped, fish side down, in soy sauce:
Don’t shake it. Don’t shake it! ShakÂing is just to be finÂished at the men’s room.
OthÂer takeÂaways for sushi bar dinÂers:
Use finÂgers rather than chopÂsticks when eatÂing maki rolls.
EatÂing pickÂled ginÂger with sushi is “very much bad manÂners”
Roll sushi on its side before pickÂing it up with chopÂsticks to facilÂiÂtate dipÂping
The temÂperÂaÂture interÂplay between rice and fish is so delÂiÂcate that your expeÂriÂence of it will difÂfer dependÂing on whether a waitÂer brings it to you at a table or the chef hands it to you across the counter as soon as it’s assemÂbled.
Explore TED-Ed’s Brief HisÂtoÂry of Dumplings lesÂson here.
Many of us avoid turnÂing on the oven durÂing a heatÂwave, but how do we feel about makÂing cookÂies in a Dutch Oven heaped with glowÂing embers?
JusÂtine Dorn, co-creÂator with othÂer half, Ron RayÂfield, of the EarÂly AmerÂiÂcan YouTube chanÂnel, strives to recreÂate 18th and earÂly 19th cenÂtuÂry desserts in an authenÂtic fashÂion, and if that means whiskÂing egg whites by hand in a 100 degree room, so be it.
“Maybe hotÂter,” she wrote in a recent InstaÂgram post, adding:
It’s hard work but still I love what I do. I hope that everyÂone can expeÂriÂence the feelÂing of being where you belong and doing what you know you were born to do. Maybe not everyÂone will underÂstand your reaÂsonÂing but if you are comÂfortÂable and hapÂpy doing what you do then conÂtinÂue.
Her hisÂtoric labors have an epic qualÂiÂty, but the recipes from aged cookÂbooks are rarely comÂplex.
The gluten free chocoÂlate cookÂies from the 1800 ediÂtion of The ComÂplete ConÂfecÂtionÂer have but three ingreÂdiÂents — gratÂed chocoÂlate, castÂer sugÂar, and the aforeÂmenÂtioned egg whites — cooked low and slow on parchÂment, to creÂate a holÂlow cenÂter and crispy, macÂaron-like exteÂriÂor.
Unlike many YouTube chefs, Dorn doesn’t transÂlate meaÂsureÂments for a modÂern audiÂence or keep things movÂing with busy editÂing and bright comÂmenÂtary.
Her silent, lightÂly subÂtiÂtled approach lays claim to a preÂviÂousÂly unexÂplored corÂner of autonomous senÂsoÂry meridÂiÂan response — ASMR HisÂtorÂiÂcal CookÂing.
The sounds of crackÂling hearth, eggs being cracked into a bowl, hot embers being scraped up with a metÂal shovÂel turn out to be comÂpelling stuff.
So were the cookÂies, referred to as “ChocoÂlate Puffs” in the origÂiÂnal recipe.
Dorn and RayÂfield have a secÂondary chanÂnel, FronÂtier ParÂrot, on which they grant themÂselves perÂmisÂsion to respond verÂbalÂly, in 21st cenÂtuÂry verÂnacÂuÂlar, albeit while remainÂing dressed in 1820s MisÂsouri garb.
“I would pay a man $20 to eat this whole plate of cookÂies because these are the sweetÂest cookÂies I’ve ever come across in my life,” Dorn tells RayÂfield on the FronÂtier ParÂrot Chat and Chew episode, below. “They only have three ingreÂdiÂents, but if you eat more than one you feel like you’re going to go into a coma — a sugÂar coma!”
He asserts that two’s his limÂit and also that they “sound like hard glass” when knocked against the table.
EarÂly AmerÂiÂcans would have gaped at the indulÂgence on disÂplay above, whereÂin Dorn whips up not one but three cake recipes in the space of a sinÂgle episode.
The plum cakes from the Housekeeper’s InstrucÂtor (1791) are frostÂed with an icing that RayÂfield idenÂtiÂfies on a solo FronÂtier ParÂrot as 2 cups of sugÂar whipped with a sinÂgle egg white.
“We sufÂfered for this icing,” Dorn revealed in an InstaÂgram post. “SUFFERED. Ya’ll don’t know true pain until you whip icing from hand using only egg whites and sugÂar.”
The flat litÂtle pound cakes from 1796’s AmerÂiÂcan CookÂery call for butÂter rubbed with roseÂwaÂter.
Those who insist on keepÂing their ovens off in sumÂmer should take a moment to let the title of the below episode sink in:
MakÂing Ice Cream in the 1820s SUCKS. “
This dish doesÂn’t call for blood, sweat and tears,” Dorn writes of the pre-VicÂtoÂriÂan, crank-free expeÂriÂence, “but we’re gonna add some anyÂway.”
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