From The Winter Solstice to Dipping Sauces
via The Magic of Trees, Dumplings, Lucrezia Borgia's Belly Button, Fertility & Fortune-Telling
Dearest Gentle Reader,
I promised to write again before Christmas and as today (or more accurately 3.27am tomorrow morning), is the Winter Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere if you celebrate the longest night rather than the shortest day, this date seemed auspicious. Do you celebrate the Solstice at all, or just feel relief that the nights will be growing shorter and the days longer? I have a close family member and a friend who suffers really badly with seasonal affective disorder and both long for Spring.
I’m the opposite and love the long nights and only start to consider Spring as a good thing when I grow tired of the end of winter vegetables. I do celebrate the solstice though, I love the long warm outdoor evening of its opposite number in June and I believe you must celebrate both to achieve some balance. I also adore the idea that the Winter Solstice is the start of the waking up of the earth, leading to all that new growth bursting through just when we feel that the cold will never leave.
Did you know that trees make a massive head start on that new Spring growth before the old leaves fall in Autumn? They use the warmth and energy of summer to grow small buds which then lay dormant through the cold Winter months before growing bigger, triggered by the warmth of Spring and hormones then start the process of growing new leaves. I did not know this, even though I understand the principle of photosynthesis due to having it drilled into me long ago at school. I can probably still draw a diagram. Isn’t that magical? The trees and buds I mean, obviously not my ability to draw a diagram.
When I celebrate, I mean in a very small way, mostly through a walk in the closest thing to nature that there is in the city, honouring those trees that keep the earth, a living, breathing planet that supports us. I also visit my tree. I met my tree during Covid lockdowns, it became the focus of a slightly inexpert photo project to record how long it took to lose it’s leaves from the first tiny brown leaf in August to the gorgeous bones of the tree left standing in November. I say my tree, it is considerably older than me, a London Plane Tree that stands as tall as a four storey building and is at least 150 years old but probably more like 175. It has a Tree Protection Order but I’ve been keeping a wary eye on the builders on the site very close to it just in case.
The second is, as I’m sure it isn’t hard to guess, is through food. If you have read other recent letters, you will know I enjoy the lack of traditional dishes attached to this date so I can go along with how I feel. Last year I made what I can only describe as feast with three courses. I put all I had learnt to date about the symbolism and folkloric values ascribed to different foods to create a meal that was, most importantly very delicious, but also brought with it the possibility of many lovely things for the year ahead.
If you want to do something similar, but have realised that considering the date you have very little time; my suggested shortcuts would be round foods (to encourage the sun back to the earth), orange, red and yellow foods for the same reason but to additionally bring warmth to your festivities, stuffed foods for abundance and fertility, warm sweet spices, particularly cinnamon for blessings on the home and finally if you eat it, butter to smooth relationships. Its all very flexible and essentially you can make that fit to a dinner of store cupboard stuffed pasta with a butter and tomato pasta sauce or even just some buttery cinnamon toast followed by a tangerine.
This year we are having a celebration of dumplings of three lands - pumpkin & pine nut stuffed girasoli, pierogi with potato & cheese filling and vegetable gyoza all with their own dipping sauce. I sincerely love dumplings of all kinds, one of my varied imaginative ways of earning a living is an all dumpling restaurant. You would be amazed at the variation that is achievable. The more astute of you will note that I have included stuffed pasta in my definition of dumplings and may be doubtful but take it from me, I did weeks of research around this topic and learned from people who have researched for years and they definitely count. There are lots of historical reasons and Marco Polo is not one them, let’s just leave it at that.
I will now attempt to distract any of you who have not been won over by my dictatorial argument with some dumpling based folklore:
Did you know that there are at least two origin stories to explain the shape of tortellini? One suggests that a an attempted peeping tom of an innkeeper in looked in on Lucrezia Borgia (the alleged femme fatale, illegitimate daughter of Pope Alexander VI amongst many other things) through a keyhole when she was getting changed but all he could see was her belly button. He was so inspired by her gorgeous belly button that he invented tortellini in her honour. That must have been some belly button. The second story is supposedly more ancient, involves Venus and Jupiter and another voyeur innkeeper but as it contradicts the current theory of the history of filled pasta I’ll let you track it down yourself.
Ukrainian varyenyky are known for their flavour but are apparently connected to fertility, as I read the in The Magic of Dumplings: Bringing Pierogi into the (New) World – Naomi Guttman and Franklin Sciacca, part of Proceedings of the Oxford Symposium on Food and Cookery 2012 – Wrapped & Stuffed Foods:
‘The magical function ascribed to varenyky is further evident from ritual behaviour observed in the Podillia region: ‘The head of the household would clasp a loaf of bread under his arm, sprinkle the courtyard and cattle with water blessed during the Feast of the Baptism of Christ, and then inscribe a small cross on all the doors with chalk, while the children followed him carrying a bowl filled with pear varenyky – “to insure that the cattle would be as full as these varenyky”.’ The plump dumplings function as sympathetic magic, imitating the hoped for pregnancy of domestic animals and women of the household. The pregnant or full-hipped shape of pears would seem to explain the specific use of this filling in this context.’
I learned also learned the following from ‘Siberian Stuffed:A Profusion of Pel’meni ‘ by Sharon Hudgins from the proceedings of the same symposium:
“In the region of Perm, young maidens would get together to make pel’meni with a variety of different fillings, which were all then cooked together in the same pot. Each pel’men’ filling carried its own prediction about the future: a pel’men’ filled with flour foretold marriage to a rich husband; a meat filling meant an easy life, whereas a black pepper filling meant a hard one; and a pel’men’ stuffed with wool predicted as happy life sometime much later in the future.
Pel’meni dreams have their own meanings, too. Before going to sleep, Tatar girls in the Perm region would eat pel’meni filled with salt; whoever appeared in their dreams to drink water would become that girl’s fiancé. If someone dreams that he is sitting at a table set with a large portion of pel’meni, then he’ll soon meet old friends. If a person dreams of making pel’meni himself, it means that he is alone in life or lacking the comfort of a family. When a young woman dreams that she has made bad dumplings that stick together or fall apart, it means that her boyfriend has picky eating habits and will criticize her cooking.”
There is significantly more information available from the further reading of my dumpling episode plus a varenyky recipe which might be a perfect family project over Christmas, a good excuse to escape your relatives by hiding in the kitchen for hours, or a lovely reason to settle in on your own with a brand new audiobook. This is obviously dependent upon the current state of your family relationships. I will add now that my dumplings have variously been sourced from the frozen section at Waitrose, the Polish deli and the Aldi specially selected range.
I feel absolutely no guilt about this and only provide the information in the interests of transparency. I have bought darling little dishes for their very own dipping sauces which I will make myself whilst giving thanks to any divinities that might be listening, that I was nicely brought up to have a very good stock of condiments at all times and then enjoy.
Before I forget here are the Festive Food Folklore posts to date in case you don’t hang out there and have missed them:
I must leave you now to sort through cupboards for the black rice vinegar that I know is in there somewhere! but I’ll be back briefly on Christmas Eve with the remaining Festive Food Folklore and a written version of a lovely festive tale from Norway.
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