HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1985-12-23, Page 24Page 4A—Crossroads—Dec. 23, 1985
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Quick and easy holiday punches
By Verne Palmer
One of the nicest things
about the holiday season is
sharing it with people you
care about. You can do that
— and keep your already
busy schedule on a reason-
able plane — by building
your party around a festive
holiday punch bowl and a
few simple finger foods.
Whether you choose to
serve a cool and creamy
eggnog or a steamy, spiced
wassail, the preparations
are minimal ,and the effect
on the budget all but unno-
ticeable. And you'll be con-
tinuing a tradition that goes
back hundreds of years.
"Wassail," the Old Eng-
lish -Old Norse greeting, "Be
in good health," first was
used as a toast in medieval
times. Because most toast- •
ing was done at holiday
times, by the 16th century
"wassail" had become firm-
ly wedded to the traditional
piced ale served on TWelfth
Night, Christmas Eve and
New Year's Eve.
Nogs, eggnogs and frothy
syllabubs were an equally
familia part of the holiday
scene. These thick drinks
with their rich cream, beat-
en egg and spice base were
as favored for their health -
imparting qualities as their
fine flavor.
For large gatherings, such
as holiday open houses, trim -
a -tree parties and Christmas
sing-alongs, serve a combin-
ation of hot and cold bev-
erages — both traditional
and contemporary.
Wine Wassail, Hot and
Merry Cranberry Punch,
MulledMocha Drink and
Holiday 'Wassail Bowl will
add to the festivity of the oc-
casion without adding
un-
duly to the alcohol level.
Creamy rich Old English
Eggnog, pepperminty Holi-
day Punch and tangy Mistle-
toe Punch are chilled
alternatives that add to the
spirit of the occasion without
the use of spirits..
Whichever (Punch you
choose, serve it in a simple
bowl garlanded with
everygreens and some rib-
bon or Christmasy trim-
mings for color. .
Keep cold punches chilled
by adding' a decorative ice
block to the punch bowl. To
make, simply arrange some
fruit in the bottom of a ring
mold. Add 1/2 -inch water,
punch or fruit juice and
freeze ,untill the fruit .is
secured in place. Then add
enough liquid to fill the mold
and freeze solid. -
OLD ENGLISH
EGGNOG
4 eggs, separated
1 tsp. rum flavoring
Dash of salt
4 tbsps. sugar
4 cups milk, scalded '
Heavy cream, whipped
Nutmeg
Beat egg yolks, flavoring,
salt and 2 tablespoons sugar
until lemon colored.
Gradually add scalded milk.
Pour into punch bowl.
,Gradually,, add remaining
sugar to egg whites and beat
until stiff. Fold into nog.
Garnish with shipped cream
and nutmeg.
Makes 81/2 -cup portions.
Variation: Hot Almond
Eggnog Substitute 1 tea-
spoOn almond flavoring for
rum. - Garnish -With "Waged
slivered almonds.
FROTHY SYLLABUB
11/2 cups sugar
2 cups white wine
5 tbsps. grated lemon rind
'2 cup lemon juice
3 cups milk
2 cups light cream
4 egg whites
Nutmeg
Combine 1 cup sugar,
wine, lemon rind and juice.
Stir until sugar dissolves.
Add to milk and cream. Beat
until frothy. Pour into punch
bowl. Gradually add 1/2 cup
sugar to egg whites, beating
constantly until stiff.. Float
spoon-fuls of puff on -punch.—
Sprinkle with nutmeg.
Makes 16 1/2 -cup portions:
HOT AND MERRY
CRANBERRY.
1 qtcranberry-apple drink
2 cups water
1 cup sugar
6 sticks cinnamon
10 whole cloves
Peel of 1 lemon,:eut in thin
strips
4 cup fresh lemon juice
Apple slices for garnish
Combine cranberry -apple
drink, water, sugar, spices
and lemon peel in large
HO
HO
HO—No
wonder
Santa
is
SO
jolly — look at the
delectable drinkables he has to choose from. Treat
your Santa and guests to Old English Eggnog, Hot &
Merry Cranberry, Wine Wassail, Mulled Mocha
Drink, Mistletoe Punch, Holiday Wassail and Holiday
Punch.
saucepan. Bring to boil and
simmer for 10 minutes.
Place sieve or colander
over large bowl or pitcher.
Strain cranberry punch
through this, and set it aside
to cool for 15 minutes.
Add lemon juice and stir.
Pour punch into punch bowl.
Place apple slices in each
punch cup before serving the
punch. •
Servings: 16 punch cups.
MISTLETOE PUNCH
1 (6 oz.) can frozen lemonade
concentrate, thawed
1 (6 oz.) can frozen orange
juice concentrate, thawed
6 cups water
1/2 cup grenadine syrup
1 qt. ginger ale, chilled
Wafer-thin lemon slices and
maraschino cherries for
• garnish
Combine all ingredients in
punch bowl. Just before
serving, add some ice cubes
and gently stir in ginger ale.
Put lemon slice and cherry
in each punch cup, and
serve. ,
Servings: 30 punch cups.
WINE WASSAIL
3 cups apple juice
Two-thirds cup granulated •
sugar
Two-thirds cup blanched al-
monds, slivered
'/2 cup seedless raisins
2 qts. red wine
2 cinnamon sticks and 24
whole cloves, tied in
cheesecloth bag
6 apples, cored
18 tbsps. granulated sugar
Whole cloves
Preheat oven to 350 F.
Combine apple juice,
sugar, almonds and raisins;
add to red wine. Put cheese-,
c -loth bag with cinnamon
sticks and whole cloves in
this mixture. Heat slowly in
large saucepan, but do not
boil; pour into punch bowl.
Meanwhile, fill center of
each apple with 3 table-
Spririfia Of Stigar;- Stiek With
whole cloves. Bake apples,
covered, until almost tender,
about 45 minutes; retrieve
from oven and place in the
punch bowl. Serve hot.
Makes 24 4 -ounce servings.
HOLIDAY PUNCH
• 1 qt. chilled milk
1/2 pt. heavy cream
1 tsp. peppermint flavoring
1 qt. peppermint ice cream,
softened
Crushed peppermint candy
Pour milk, cream, and
•flavoring into punch bowl.
Add half of ice cream arid
stir until blended. Float
remaining ice cream on
punch. Garnish with crushed
peppermint candy.
Makes 12 1/2 -cup portions
• MULLED MOCHA
"DESSERT DRINK
1 qt. half -and half
1 cup strong coffee
1/4 cup each rum and maple
syrup
3 -inch vanilla bean or 2 tsps.
vanilla flavoring
Nutmeg
Cinnamon sticks
Combine half-and-half,
coffee, rum and maple syrup
with vanilla and heat gently
until hot. Pour into individ-
ual mugs; top with nutmeg
and cinnamon sticks.
(Coffee -flavored liqueur or
brandy could be substituted
for rum.)''
Makes6 t� 8 servings.
HOLIDAY
WASSAIL BOWL
1 qt. grapefruit juice
2 (12 oz. bottles ale
2 cups apple juice
1/2 cup sugar
1 tsp. ground nutmeg
2 3 -inch cinnamon sticks
6 whole cloves
4 whole cardamom
Two- th i rds cup cream
sherry
In large saucepan combine
grapefruit juice, ale, apple
juice, sugar, nutmeg, cinna-
mon, cloves and cardamom.
Bring to boil; reduce heat,
simmer 30 minutes. Remove
from heat. Stir in sherry.
Pur into heat -proof punch
bowl; garnish with grape-
fruit slices and cinnamon
sticks. Serve Warm.
Makes about 10 cups.
It is 20 years since we bat-
tled our way into the house
with that wretched Christ-
mas tree but I still must
smile every time I think
about it. It was the worst
looking tree I have ever seen
anywhere. Its scrawny limbs
stretched right across our
seven foot window but the
broken tip of it was barely
six feet up. Not only was the
tree wider than it was high
but it had only three sides to
it.
And how did this 'mon-
strosity get into our front
room that evening? Well on
the Sunday before the great
day, the young lad of our
house — the quiet one of the
family — had asked an un-
expected favor. "Dad," he
said, "couldn't we -go back to
our bush and get our own
tree this year?" He was ten
that year.
Just a passing fancy, I
thought and I was busy that
afternoon. Besides our axe
had only half its handle left.
But it wasn't a passing
fancy, and an hour or so later
he was at me again. "That
axe you busted chopping
down that ellum, dad — well
there's enough handle left
for me to chop with .. ."
"But we don't have any
spruce in our woods," I told
him. "Only hemlock. And no
one cuts hemlock for a
Christmas tree!"
He was polite, but he just
didn't see why not.
No I would have fallen
back on that lamentably
powerful excuse which puts
an end to so many of those
plans which a boy is apt to
dream up for his father. I
could have brushed him off
importantly with "Not now,
lad! Another time maybe!"
But sometimes when I
used to take that way out it
was hard to get to sleep at
night for thinking of how tra-
gically fast a youngster can
grow up when his parents
are too busy to notice him,
and for wondering how many
of the warm moments which
should belong to a father
have, already been lost be-
cause of that instinct to say
"Another time. Don't bother
me now!" -
Furthermore the sky was
beginning to thicken and the
wind was itching to blow a
storm out of it so I gave in.
"All right then," I told him,
"let's get this show on the
road before a blizzard sneeks
up on us."
So we started back to the
bush, rernembering, when it
was much too late, that we
hadn't put our high boots on,
either of us, and that we
Should have worn something
on our heads that would have
kept our 'ears from threaten-
ing to fall off. Funny thing
though, how it could be so
cold up around one's ears
without it freezing the mud -
holes that , hid themselves
under the snow. Mother was
sure going to give us a
scutching for all this foolish-
ness when we got back!
• It was the weather which.
began to punish us first. Half
way back to the woods it
started to snow so heavily
that it began to nest in our
hair and put ridiculous eye-
brows on us. -I ask•edonce if
we shouldril turn back.
"I thought you were sup-
posed to be the tough one in
this here family," came the
reply.
At the edge of the woods;
aintost any evergreen you
looked at seemed plenty
good enough. But when you
selected one — a really thick,
well rounded one — and
came up to it with your axe,
it suddenly seemed to get
thin and weak at the knees
and frightened to death. We
confronted one tree after an-
other and each tiine that we
got close enough to it, we
wondered how in the world it
could so.quickly start letting
the daylight through.
"First time I ever noticed
how long was a hemlock's
branches," the young lad
said. "Not too many needles
on them either, is there?"
There sure would be
needles enough if we ever got
one of them into the house, I
told him. Because there's no
evergreen anywhere which
is so eager to shed. It will
drop its needles at the drop
of a hat.
We spent a good half hour
in that woods looking
through the gathering storm
for that tree. We weren't
looking for the perfect tree
anymore. Just one that
woulcido. I made a few sug-
gestions, but not many.
Something told me that this
had to be his tree. And
eventually, having circled it
twice, he came back to a
hemlock that was at least 30
feet high.
"Let's cut that one," he
said. "We can take the top
off it."
I handed him the axe with
the foot of broken handle. It
took him a good 20 minutes
before he called ,"Timber!"
and another 10 before he had
the wind to cut off the tbp.
That top looked pretty sick
too when we got it down out
of the sky, but I knew better
than to criticize.
So finally we got our tree
over our shoulders and we
started home. I led the way
with the butt of the tree. He
was buried, but still mobile
somehow; under the tassel
end. ,
"It'll go better when we
get out of this blasted bush,"
he said hopefully. But as
soon as we got out of. the
Woods, the full force of the
storm hit us, and that mile
back to the house seemed
like five. The snow was fall-
ing so fast now that we
couldn't find the tracks that
• wind had no meicy. More
had brought us olt, and the
than that, the wind. was.
square in our faces now.
That's the worst of a farm in
the winter -- the wind is al-
ways in your face.
Then just as we were get-
ting • close enough to the
house to seethe light in the
kitchen window, I felt the
tassel end of our tree falter
and there was an ominous
splash. "Don't tell me you.
fell in that mudhole!" I said.
"Why didn't you step where I
stepped?"
"I don't care about a wet
foot or two," came the.
strained reply, "but I've lost
my blasted axe in this here
water somewheres."
And when I put dowri my
end of the tree to look, there
he was, his shirt sleeves roll-
ed bare and one icy blue arm
fishing for the axehead
which had fallen into a snow -
lined waterhole. He found it
after awhile, dried his arm
on his shirt tail and we made
the house just as the early
dark was beginning to fall. •
But it wasn't dark enough
for me to miss the look on the
faces of his big sisters and I
tried to head off the remarks
I knew would come. "You
• call that a- Christmas tree?" -
one of them cried. "Why in
all my life I never saw any-
thing so . ."
And then the fierce look in
my face got through to her
and she said no more. "Just
de your best to make a tree
out of it," ,1 I said. "You're
supposed to be creative, so
prove it now!"
Give them credit. They
worked hard at that tree
after they were finished with
their angry tears. They
spliced branches into the
spots that God had forgot,
they covered the silly,
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broken stub at the top with a
guardian angel whose skirts
were just right to•cover such
a blemish, and they put the
butt of the tree in a pot full of
sugar water in the hope that
the needles wouldn't start
dropping for at least three or
four days. And when some of
the longer limbs still insisted
upon reaching halfway
across the room they simply
cut off said limbs, removed a
couple of feet of rib -end and
wired the good part back into
the trunk again.
"I wouldn't say that was
such a bad tree," the young
lad said when the last of the
decorations were safely
hung. And /truth to tell, it
looked rather distinguished
when you got used to it. Even
the smart young miss who
had been critical when the
tree first came through the
door said, "Well at least
you've got to admit that it's
unique!"
By the time the first
needles began to fall when-
ever someone slammed the
front door, the older sister
went One better thalithat. "I
think it's sort of cute," she
said.
But to the young lad I knew
that our tree was something
more than cute. After all,
one can take a handful of sil-
ver down to the dime store
and buy something that is
cute. Cut here was a tree
which was the one part of his
Christmas which was not
bought for him and not
given, but something he de-
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served; something which.'
came wrapped, with the
satisfying pain of his own ef-
fort and adventure.
I do not live on that farm
now but on one beside it. The
home fdrm is his now and he
has begun to raise a family
on it. And there are still no
evergreens but skinny hem-
locks at the back of it. But
what set me to writing this is
that only .Pesterday
hap-
pened to lbok across the
fields in time to see him
heading for that bush again,
his seven-year-old son beside
him.
They seemed to have a
good axe this time.
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good fun! Thanks for everything!
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