The high tide of the holidays has washed over the calendar, the budget, the crumpled handful of tomato-stained to-do and to-buy lists, and as the tide retreats into the new year, I thought I’d give a tiny review of the two weeks (it seems so much longer) just past.
After so many holiday seasons here, I don’t have much to say that’s new. Christmas, New Year, and the ineffable Befana have passed in orderly single file, and here we are, facing the next 12 months. The holidays don’t end on New Year’s Day, they drip on for another few days till the day after Epiphany, which my calendar says is dedicated to St. Raimondo de Penafort, who must be the patron saint of children going back to school.
How to beguile the dead-air space between New Year’s and Epiphany? The old-folks’ club of Castello East, which undertakes some very charming initiatives for the neighborhood kids, came up with a new idea this year. On Epiphany Eve (last Monday), they arranged for some of the carnival rides which are here for their annual two- to three-month stint, to open at 10:00 AM, and they were free for children up to 11 years old. I think it was a very likeable idea, even if not very many kids made it out into the sunshine from their festive lairs (fancy way of saying “beds”).
I can see toasting, but I cannot imagine going the proverbial extra mile by transforming it into bread-and-butter pudding. Hasn’t there been enough damage done already? By the way, I’d be curious to know what cheese you consider “not bad” for joining panettone. I haven’t been able to think of one, though truthfully I haven’t tried very hard.
Delightful, Erla! I sent the link to my old friend Bill Livingston, a movie maker who shot a documentary on The Italians for Nat. Geographic, with me as one of the protagonists (and i suppose as a standard Italian). He will be charmed, as I have been!
Erla, your reference to panettone reminded us that, having removed our tree, and consumed most of the loose chocolates around it, there alone remained that familiar box which someone, knowing our delight for most things Italian, had bestowed on us at Christmas. For us, as for you, two wedges of that confection are quite enough! Fortunately, the box contained only 100 g., and accompanied by a glass of Fernet Branca, it was soon gone.
I don’t know about using it for bread and butter pudding. Yes, it does even appear on some posh restaurant menus these days, but to those of us who were children during World War II, it is consigned to memory along with sago, tapioca, and the Australian choko (well named).
Good afternoon, a Happy new year and thanks for your blog; I really enjoy it! Just a point of order re. bread-and-butter pudding; Panettone seems to have been invented for it! Just add ‘proper’ instant custard (yes, there is such a thing) and a hint of nutmeg on top. In our house, we refer to custard as ‘Creme Anglaise’ though we know it isn’t, really…
I also cannot think of an appropriate cheese accompaniment, but toasted pannetone with a good quality, tangy marmalade (not jam) goes down very well on these dark early-year mornings.
I like the tangy marmalade idea, though it will be difficult (read: impossible) to find around here. I don’t suppose Branston pickle would do the same job. In any case, there is also the famous “mostarda,” which I adore, but anything so hot that it makes your eyes run and your nose close up couldn’t possibly be a reasonable spouse for plain, hard-working, honest old panettone. They would fight constantly and the mostarda would always win. That’s not a recipe for conjugal contentment.
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There are several things to do with “extra” panettone. Bread and butter pudding, toasting, and not bad with some cheeses.
I can see toasting, but I cannot imagine going the proverbial extra mile by transforming it into bread-and-butter pudding. Hasn’t there been enough damage done already? By the way, I’d be curious to know what cheese you consider “not bad” for joining panettone. I haven’t been able to think of one, though truthfully I haven’t tried very hard.
Delightful, Erla! I sent the link to my old friend Bill Livingston, a movie maker who shot a documentary on The Italians for Nat. Geographic, with me as one of the protagonists (and i suppose as a standard Italian). He will be charmed, as I have been!
Wonderful commentary on the post-holiday adjustment…
Erla, your reference to panettone reminded us that, having removed our tree, and consumed most of the loose chocolates around it, there alone remained that familiar box which someone, knowing our delight for most things Italian, had bestowed on us at Christmas. For us, as for you, two wedges of that confection are quite enough! Fortunately, the box contained only 100 g., and accompanied by a glass of Fernet Branca, it was soon gone.
I don’t know about using it for bread and butter pudding. Yes, it does even appear on some posh restaurant menus these days, but to those of us who were children during World War II, it is consigned to memory along with sago, tapioca, and the Australian choko (well named).
John
East Castello! I love it!
Good afternoon, a Happy new year and thanks for your blog; I really enjoy it! Just a point of order re. bread-and-butter pudding; Panettone seems to have been invented for it! Just add ‘proper’ instant custard (yes, there is such a thing) and a hint of nutmeg on top. In our house, we refer to custard as ‘Creme Anglaise’ though we know it isn’t, really…
I also cannot think of an appropriate cheese accompaniment, but toasted pannetone with a good quality, tangy marmalade (not jam) goes down very well on these dark early-year mornings.
I like the tangy marmalade idea, though it will be difficult (read: impossible) to find around here. I don’t suppose Branston pickle would do the same job. In any case, there is also the famous “mostarda,” which I adore, but anything so hot that it makes your eyes run and your nose close up couldn’t possibly be a reasonable spouse for plain, hard-working, honest old panettone. They would fight constantly and the mostarda would always win. That’s not a recipe for conjugal contentment.