October 12, 2011

1930s Orange Cake is the bee's knees!


Day 285 of Vintage 365


 

It's by no means a secret to say the 1930s were a challenging decade - indeed, they were one of the hardest in recent human history. Yet, even in the face of immense hardship, the decade was able to produce many wonderful, endearing recipes.

Likewise, it also gave up scores of incredible people, including my maternal grandma, Bernice, who was born on October 14, 1930. With her birthday just around the corner this Friday, I knew that today's recipe post simply had to feature a cake.

Much like many aspects of the thirties themselves, I wouldn't call my grandma flashy. Far from simple, but in no way chichi either, she's a woman of dignified class and charm, beauty and spirit who's taught me much over the years.

My grandma's never been the most girly-girl of gals, instead her style is refined and classic, elegant and unfussy. Thus a bells-and-whistles sort of birthday cake piled with mountains of frosting or multi-coloured embellishments just wouldn't seem right for her special day.

Instead, if I was able to celebrate her birthday this week with her in person (we live on opposite sides of the country, so unfortunately that's not possible this year), I would make her the delicious (not to mention entirely au courant) sounding Layered Orange Cake pictured below.


{Fresh, sweet, and wonderfully suited to an array of occasions, this delightful 1930s orange cake is sure to go down a treat (to borrow a term from the Brits) at your next event. Image via Daily Bungalow on Flickr. Click here for a larger version of this delicious vintage cake recipe.}

 

True to the thrifty spirit of the 30s, this cake calls for a minimum of ingredients, most (if not all) of which any one of us would have on hand right this very moment.

While not ornate, there's nothing boring or plain Jane about this lovely citrus dessert. You could proudly bring it out all year long, for anniversaries, showers, bake sales, dinner parties, holidays, and of course, birthdays, too!

It’s an endearing gem of a recipe that’s every bit as sweet and timeless as my grandma herself.


October 11, 2011

The history and merit of hope chests

Day 284 of Vintage 365


 

Over the course of human history many everyday items that were once as run-of-the-mill as bread have come and gone. Just stop and ask yourself when the last time you saw someone wearing a sword, polishing their Concord buggy, or filling up a kerosene lamp was? Even more recently things like the telegraph, rotary phone, dial-knob television set, and 8mm video camera have become, to most, just quaint relics of the past.

While the advent of newer, better technology sometimes warrants doing away with certain items (especially if the new version greatly improves our lives), there are others which I firmly believe should not have been so hastily abandoned in a rush towards tomorrow. One such item is the classic hope chest.

As recently as a few decades ago (and especially prior to the twentieth century) it was exceeding common - virtually de rigueur, actually - for all young, unmarried women to put together a trousseau of household items that would serve her well later on in her married life (or, much less commonly, if a woman set up a house on her own, away from the family home).

In use for centuries, the hope chest (also known as a dowry box, or in the UK and Australia, a glory box) was a means by which women could help contribute to the home they'd one day share with their husband.

Started anywhere from when a woman was a young girl up until she came of "marrying age", a hope chest (often a box made from cedar or other wood, but sometimes also a metal trunk or other suitable storage container) would be filled with items such as linens, kitchenware, crockery, sewing notions, bedding, and often clothing.

In many cases at least some of the items that went in a young woman's hope chest were one she had made herself (or which were made for her by her relatives). Often times hope chests included treasured pieces that had been handed down for generations (such as fine china, silverware, and quilts), though it wasn't uncommon for a gal to start her chest from scratch either.

Carrying on the tradition perhaps more recently than most, my own mother brought a lovely cedar hope chest with her when she was married in 1980. While it no longer holds items for the house, she still uses it to this day as a place in which to store treasured mementos from her life (such as artwork by, and letters from, her children).


{Delightful 1940s vintage Lane Hope Chest ad from paul.malon on Flickr. The Lane Hope Chest company used the endearing sweet slogan "The gift that starts the home" in many of their advertisements over the years. Though no longer in business, Lane continued to produce hope chests up until 2001.}

I was fascinated by the idea of having a hope chest as a little girl (and loved listening to my grandmothers share tales of building up their own bridal trousseaus). Though I never formally acquired a chest in which to store items from my adult/married life (indeed, I moved out and started living on my own quite young, so by the time I go married, I'd already furnished and kitted out a small home, thus eliminating the need for a home chest in the traditional sense of its purpose).

I'm by no means alone in this regard. Long gone, for most in the western world, are the days when a woman was pretty much expected to go from her parents house to her husband's home with nary a five minute pause in between. These days many women go onto post secondary education and/or join the workplace, often living on their own, with friends or a partner before settling down (if they so chose to).

Whether you applaud this advance or long for the old-fashioned way, starting a home chest still makes a tremendous amount of sense (regardless of if a young woman uses it to furnish a home all of own or one shared with her boyfriend or husband).

Setting up a home, even with a bare bones number of everyday items can be very expensive (believe me, I've done it completely from scratch three times in life), and having household goods at the ready would be of great help to most people (women or men!) as they're starting out on their adult lives.

Though the use of hope chests has declined significantly from the start of the 1960s onwards, there is absolutely no reason why we need to let this meaningful, once highly important item go the way of the dinosaur.

For those interested in starting a hope chest for themselves or their child, there are (thankfully) still a handful of companies and woodworking artisans producing and selling these classic wooden piece of functional furniture (such as Harmony Cedar; should you have the good fortune of living around an Amish community, you may also be able to pick up a traditionally crafted cedar chest from one of their skilled furniture makers).

Good quality hope chests are not inexpensive ($400 - $500 is not an uncommon or unreasonable price for a well made solid cedar chest), but they are a very worthwhile investment in one's future (not to mention having added bonus a beautiful piece of home decor).

While I've made peace with the fact that telegraphs are now (for all intents) a thing of the past, that TV's no longer require antennas, and that record players have been overshadowed by iPods, I will forever continue to love and (should I have children of my own one day) carry on the beautiful tradition of hope chests.


October 10, 2011

Joyful Thanksgiving wishes, everyone!!!


Day 283 of Vintage 365



{Charming, cheerful vintage Thanksgiving Day postcard by way of Suzee Que on Flickr.}

 

From the Bartlett pear hued trees to the fabulously nippy breeze, the return of thick socks and cozy cardigans to the intoxicating aromas of seasonal cooking, autumn is fully, marvellously, here - and I couldn't be more delighted about that wonderful fact!

When last we left off (three weeks ago), fall was inches away from starting, now, well into October, it's in town and shining as beautifully as a full harvest moon.

Today seems especially festive because, well, it is! Smile Up here on this northerly side of the 49th, it's Canadian Thanksgiving.

Though it's just the two of us celebrating at home together this year (three counting the mash potato loving Ms. Stella!), that doesn't mean I'm not pulling out all the bells and whistles to help make this day extra special.

It might only be 10am, but I've been up for hours, each of the four burners on, and two small racks in, my tiny apartment kitchen oven in full use, as the start of this afternoon's meal gets underway.

A classic (save for the fact that everything is gluten-free) Thanksgiving turkey dinner is in full swing, the bird - laced with bacon and fresh herbs, a dab of honey mustard smeared across its skin for good measure and extra flavour; two kinds of potatoes, rice pilaf, oodles of veggies, homemade ginger cranberry sauce, every last tasty morsel is starting come together, as I peel, chop and prepare enough festive food to feed a small army.

I love the joy today brings, the peace that comes amongst the moments of business and merriment, when one can serenely reflect upon all that they have to be thankful for.

Against t the backdrop of a amber hued morning, pushing aside all the less-than-fabulous moments so far this year, it seems my mind can focus only on the blessings in life. Love that, treasure that, am grateful for the ability to smile and focus on the good.

I hope deeply that today, all my fellow Canadians and worldwide readers alike, are able to feel the same way, too.

It's awesome to be back after my little blogcation, dear friends, and I'm eager to enjoy every moment of this enchanting season with you.

For today however, I need to go baste the bird, but before doing so, I'll wish you all the most marvelous, tranquil, deeply lovely Thanksgiving Day imaginable!