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imperial Capones

capon chicken

Alvaro Cunqueiro

A universal Galician called Alvaro Cunqueiro toured the tables with the passionate European imperial domain of choristers. He did a splendid book ( cuisine Western Christian), whose pages have become these days of rest and gluttony, for crowned heads and place names associated with the eternal remote made gastronomic fantasy. I come back food from Stauffen and Marsala wine. I get carried away by the aroma of roasted bay and almost see Frederick II of Swabia (the first modern man who sat on a throne, "Burckhardt dixit) carving a capon on December 26 to celebrate his birthday. This gelding can be a goose and come from Fulda, I think. It does not have any sauce. Only accompanying onions. Federico II it is cut with a large carving knife and serves more first to his falconer. Eat while dialogue on the proper care of the Sicilian court poets have extended to the "swift eddies of Norway" (so called volatile Góngora to the noble game). Emperor Afina details of a treatise on falconry that you write and the owner would Arti avibus venandi cum. Surely the year 2010 some people recalled in Nairobi when UNESCO declared falconry as a cultural heritage of humanity. But enough digression and go back to the thirteenth century, because Fred is coming to dessert: a pâté of pears, the juice during cooking, it becomes a caramel-like liquor. Everyone eats and suck with delight supreme, the excommunicated emperor says that you can get to the muses and write beautiful poems volgare Constance. I clarify that I am not quoting Cunqueiro, but pretending to be infected by the flight of his imagination unattainable and smooth. Abuse ad libitum recreation and compare the capon that was just eating Frederick II of Swabia with one that said Xavier Domingo for the 1983 Christmas table, which, once cooked, rubbed with a brush with egg yolk for received a strong and fast baked and browned with brilliance. You set the eunuch tasty sauce, I go once a dessert that I found in Eça de Queiroz: A Russian charlotte described as "exquisite" by the writer of Coimbra in his account Mandarin. Here.

I already have betrayed several times in Alvaro Cunqueiro a charming tour of the imperial kitchens of the West, and thank me, stunned, for cunqueiriano. Actually be required culture and good humor. Brejetería compensated informing me that his book was published by Tusquets and can search the library "Elisio Jiménez Sierra" from the Uney. See how you can gracefully combine scholarship and imagination to make the reader wiser and cold in a worshiper of Fulda capons or partridges stuffed cheese Byzantine Bithynia. Cunqueiro check why is a monster of literature and gastronomy.

Mondoñedo The prodigious Galician begins his book makes a reference to "imperial stuffing marinated. " He says he ate the Holy Roman Emperor on the eve of his coronation, to take strength, but gives no details. As adehala end of the year, I copy one version of the aforementioned dish:

" Fill an olive with anchovies. Fill with the olives a little bird. Fill with bird a quail. In the quail, partridge. With a partridge, a painting. Painted with a rooster. With the cock, a hare. With the hare, a turkey. With the turkey, a bustard. With the great bustard, a pig. Place the baked stuffed pork and simmer six or seven hours, until all have released their juices filled . "

A happy 2011 to everyone.

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The hallacas, 1957

Marcos Pérez Jiménez

that year at the home of the child Jesus arrived 17 otherwise. On December 25 my sister Elsie got up early, opened the window of my parents' room and took the packages were hidden there. After the corresponding division fact, the enjoyment of toys put out any stupor caused by the rare revelation of the mystery. It turns out that 24 my parents had gone to the clinic because he was born Acosta Ortiz José Manuel and my brother forgot to instruct someone in the act sneaky place in our beds while we slept, the baby Jesus gifts. But hey, Elsy knew all (who knows how long) and for me it was time to learn. The truth is that December was memorable for those reasons. I had spent seven years and nine months of my life with one sister and now, as the baby Jesus was leaving for good, a little brother joins the family.

The development of holiday meals was also a special event. My grandmother Anna, because of my mom's pregnancy advanced, she moved from La Concordia to help her cooking chores. I remember doing the 23 hallacas and chicha, brightening the day Tocuyano home with amusing anecdotes and the endless ringing of your laughter. From time to time come to my mind the images of that day and stay a while accompanying me. I do not need color, but tastes. Thus, my grandmother hallacas, in which the only meat dish that was involved the pig, are back here in my memory. And wonderful, recreated by Cuchi, are also at my table of 2010. Fortune wanted my uncle Oscar Cuchi entrust him over thirty years, the secrets that Doña Ana had to compose the sacred Christmas dish.

But back to 57. In the neighboring houses, the vigil was not limited to the holidays. Some concern, conveyed to the sly, gravitated into the environment. Even in the conversations of some children, the issue arose. Second Amparo my friend asked me tomorrow if I wanted to leave Pérez Jiménez. To my affirmative reply, he chose to recommend the application of the old adage: "Better known evil than good to know." Surely, the two spoke by the mouth of Goose, expressing what we heard in our homes, but certainly the fact that a 7 and a 9 a few minutes to make similar comments, was a telling indicator that was brewing in Venezuela more than hallacas, though it was in the back rooms. The plebiscite abuse which the dictator did to perpetuate itself and thereby circumvent a rule of its own constitution, was the straw that broke the camel. The remedy he was worse than the disease. Not always benefit the radical radicalization. Many times the blind. The decree calling for the plebiscite was the death knell for the regime. Vallenilla Laureano, in his book written memory, relates with undisguised cynicism, the details of this awkward and fatal decision, written by himself and Rafael Pinzón, whose home in Los Palos Grandes, by the way, probably ate Best hallacas Caracas Tachira in 1957.

PS: I wish all readers of this space a happy Christmas and once again my gratitude for their commitment .