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St. Macaroon? St. Macaron?

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EIGHTH DAY of CHRISTMAS:
St. Macarius’s Day

I have known of macaroons––the chewy, delectable treat made from shredded cocoanut––for as long as I can remember. Only in the last couple of years have I learnt of the macaron––the small French confection made in lovely pastel shades, typically sandwiched together with a filling inside of ganache or jam. They are both very different and yet somewhat the same: they both contain almonds, whether in ground or paste form, and little or no flour. Both are delicious. And both, I would think, have a similar etymological background… and quite a long history in the foodways of old cultures.

On this Eighth Day of Christmas I often think of macaroons (and now macarons) even though I’m not necessarily eating them, for there are still plenty of Christmas cookies to eat. The day is given to the Feast of St. Macarius of Egypt, a fourth century saint from Alexandria who lived the latter part of his life as a hermit in the desert, eating only raw vegetables on most days. On special days, he ate a bit of bread dipped in oil. He was an ascetic and, by the sound of things, not all that much fun. However, before choosing his more extreme lifestyle, Macarius had been a confectioner in Alexandria. For this reason he is known as a patron saint of cooks, confectioners and pastry chefs. This, as you might guess, is the St. Macarius we are most interested in on this Eighth Day of Christmas.

Some people have a hard time saying St. Macarius, and so he has also been known over the ages as St. Macaroon (perhaps St. Macaron in France?)––fitting enough for a confectioner, I’d say. And so for this Eighth Day of Christmas we are encouraged to enjoy the sweet things in life. So go on, have a macaroon. Or a macaron. Or anything that sweetens your day. Macarius the Confectioner would smile upon this. Just don’t tell Macarius the Ascetic.

 

Image: Set a piece of paper or a letter or a magazine on the floor, and Haden the Convivio Shopcat will, sooner or later, sit upon it. You can bet your bottom dollar. Those are her two orange paws atop the magazine that first introduced me to macarons: Martha Stewart Living, March 2014.

 

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Your January Book of Days

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The turning of the year is always a welcome time for good advice, and our advice to you this year was found scrawled on a park bench along the Lake Worth Lagoon in West Palm Beach. The graffiti didn’t last long, but before it was cleaned up I did manage to capture it so I could always remember the message. In the busy-ness of life, it is, after all, something we often forget. Let’s not.

The bench and its message are this month’s cover stars for the Convivio Book of Days calendar for January. The Book of Days calendars began way back in 2003, and this blog, simply an extension of those calendars. The calendar is free, a printable PDF document that you can print out on standard US letter size paper and pin to your bulletin board, or just download to keep on your desktop. It’s a good companion to the blog, the two informing each other. Download away!

 

Wassail, Wassail

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SEVENTH DAY of CHRISTMAS
New Year’s Day

The toast “Wassail!” is a hearty one. Go on, say it. It sounds a lot more magical than the toasts we tend to use nowadays upon lifting a glass in good company. “Cheers!” just doesn’t have the same potency as “Wassail!” Indeed, wassail is derived from the Old English Wes Hel: Be of good health. It is both a toast and a drink, and on this first day of the year, this seventh day of Christmas, wassailing is customary. We wassail each other, we wassail the trees from whence comes our wine, our cider, our ale. All of it––the transformation of seed to tree, of juice to libation––a bit of magic in the form of everyday alchemy.

There are many kinds of wassail made from all sorts of ingredients, but here’s the recipe we share with you each year for a good wassail: Pour the contents of two large bottles of beer or ale (about 4 pints) into a pot and place it on the stove to heat slowly. Add about a half cup sugar and a healthy dose of mulling spices. (If you don’t have mulling spices on hand, you can use cinnamon sticks and whole cloves… though the mulling spices lend a more interesting flavor.) Add a half pint each of orange juice and pineapple juice, as well as the juice of a large lemon. Peel and slice two apples and place the apple slices into the pot, too. Heat the brew but don’t let it boil, then pour the heated wassail into a punch bowl to serve.

Punches of this nature were more popular in times past, but I think it’s high time for a revival. I love the ceremony of a punch, from the concocting to the ladeling of the steaming drink from a punch bowl into cups. The true custom for the day would have us gather around an apple tree at noon with our wassail punch and drink a hearty wassail to each other and to the tree. Usually it’s the oldest apple tree in the orchard. We don’t have apple trees here in Lake Worth, so here we know all about improvising; feel free to improvise yourself. It’s the spirit of wassailing that is most important and not so much the small details. It’s quite all right if you can’t get out there at noon, too. Here’s an old song to sing or shout out as you wassail the trees:

Here’s to thee, old apple tree
Whence thou may’st bud and
whence thou may’st blow,
And whence thou may’st
bear apples enow.

Hats full, Caps full, Bushel,
bushel sacks full,
And my pockets full, too!
Huzzah!

The wish is for abundance. And so on this first day of the new year, we wish you all abundance and good health, too. Wes Hel! Wassail! And Huzzah as well!

 

Image: “Eine Bowle, eine Ananas und ein Teppich auf einem Tisch” ( a bowl of punch, with a pineapple and a carpet on a table) by Georg Heinrich Brandes. Oil on canvas, c. 1800s. [Public domain] via Wikimedia Commons.

 

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