Thursday, 23 December 2021

The Chocolate Blog

What is heavenly sweet and deliciously creamy, made of cacao and flavoured with ginger and almonds and raisins and nuts and orange and lemon and a host of other ingredients that bespeak exotic climes – or a combination of any of these – and tastes divine at any time of the year but especially when days are cold and short and dark and the favoured pastime is reclining on a couch, sharing said delicacy with family and friends? Who makes an increduble version of this delicacy and has a concession in Harrods and a delightful boutique store at 33 Smiths Court (off of Brewer Street) in Soho? Tis the season to visit the William Curley Patesserie and Choclatier and select from an incomparable range of luxury chocolates and other quality confectionery. Better still, follow this link to the website and read the amazing story of the man who began it all, and take a preview peek at the mouth-watering products on offer.
Meanwhile, merry Christmas to all readers.

Monday, 13 December 2021

Wilko's Mouthwatering Handwash

Strawberry and pomegranate….doesn’t the sound of that combo just set your mouth a-watering? Google it, and you will find that it infiltrates every product from ice-cream to salads, and ciders. But the one that I am focussing upon is Wilko’s fabulous strawberry and pomegranate handwash. A dash of luxury in the midst of austerity, the soap is packaged in a smart dispensing flagon, with an eminently functional hand pump. One squirt and a glorious bouquet of said ingredients meets your nose. Silky-smooth on your palms, it performs the cleansing process expertly. In addition to this quality, it glows like a bauble in the gloom of my winter-darkened bathroom. Indeed, you could pop a flagon in a gift stocking or hang one off the branch of a Christmas tree, ready for a loved one to seize upon. Nor will it bust your seasonal piggy-bank. Retailing at 75 pence for 250ml, it comes with a companion shower gel. On reflection, it probably tastes just as good as it smells, but I will decline that gustatory experience and wait for the ice-cream and cider, instead.

Monday, 6 December 2021

O Christmas Tree

In all of the furore over the Norwegian Christmas tree in Trafalgar Square, I want to throw light on a few facts. When Charles Dickens dismissed the Christmas tree as that silly German toy he was apparently unaware of the many traditional and social forces from which the decorated tree was descended. Or maybe he was just being ironic? Dickens was no doubt responding to the introduction of the tree to England by Prince Albert, German consort of the young Queen Victoria. The Queen had the tree set up in the State Room of Windsor Castle. Within a few decades, the custom of putting up a decorated tree for Christmas had reached all over the Western world. Over one hundred and fifty years later, Christmas without a tree is almost unthinkable. For those few weeks in December there are trees everywhere: official trees in public places and town squares, while shopping malls sport their corporate jolly sponsored ones. Jaded artificial branches sprout from office fixtures while more healthy specimens are seen in private homes, dripping with ornaments and gathering wrapped gifts underneath as 25/12 approaches. And the variety? Real, evergreen trees invariably in shades of green, artificial trees in green, blue and pink, red, gold, silver and white. No matter how many traditions we dispense with, we cannot seem to let go of the tree. How did it all begin? Much has been written about the connection between Christmas and Saturnalia, that midwinter Roman feast where revellers bedecked their halls with boughs of holly, mistletoe and other greenery. But does the custom of the tree have an earlier origin? An ancient myth tells how the body of Osiris floated ashore at Byblos, Phoenicia, and was revived as a green tree. Osiris is one of the principal deities in Egyptian mythology. He represented the male reproductive force in nature and became identified with the setting sun. He is reputed to have reclaimed the Egyptians from savagery, taught them to worship the gods and given them laws. Before his time the Egyptians had been cannibals but Isis, the wife of Osiris, discovered wheat and barley growing wild. Osiris introduced the cultivation of grain among his people. He is said to have been first to gather fruit from trees, to train vines and make wine. The story goes that his brother Set tricked him into lying down in a highly decorated coffer he had made himself. Set quickly fastened the lid and cast the coffer into the Nile. It floated down the river and away out to sea until it came ashore at Byblos, an ancient city on the coast of Syria. Here a tree grew, enclosing the coffer in its trunk. The king of the country had the tree cut down and restored to life, it was elaborately decorated and dressed with green leaves. This gave rise to a beautiful feast held each year, at which a fallen tree was erected and, with much ceremony, replanted. In the Middle Ages, a tree Decorated featured prominently in the German mystery plays. These plays were simple scenes from the Bible enacted by lay people at Easter and other holy days. On Christmas Eve, formerly the feast of Adam and Eve, the Creation of Man was the most popular play. Adam and Eve made their entrance into the Garden of Eden, represented by a fir tree hung with apples. The inhabitants of Northern Europe had distant memories of Yule, a midwinter feast they celebrated at the same time the Romans celebrated Saturnalia. To celebrate Yule, giant logs were trimmed with greenery and ribbons. Then they were burnt in honour of the gods and to make the sun shone more brightly. German immigrants, both Catholic and Protestant, brought the tree to North America. Through them the Christmas tree became a familiar sight in German-American churches everywhere. Charles Dickens may not have delved too deeply into the origin of the tree, but we won’t quibble over that. Instead we will recite his other great Christmas accolade from the mouth of the immortal Tiny Tim: God bless us all, everyone.
Source: The Golden Bough by James Frazer, Oxford World's Classics.