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Pig- Cuding At Home
By Geoffrey Bournphrey
Is there any more beautiful word
un the language than 'halm`-iuiless
it is 'bacon'—or, better still, `bacon
and eggs' ---or `ham and eggs' for
that matter? lesl They are beau-
tiful words, I think, and I am pre-
pared to argue about it, Who was
it who said that beauty lies in the
eye of the beholder? Someone with
authorkty, I know. Well, you )lave
only to substitute another sense,
organ for the eye, and hain passes
the test with flying colours,
But, you know, I have an awful
-feeling that I may be talking to
part of a generation that does not
know what Bain is, orat any rate
what it can be. By hain I do not
mead that bright -pink, moist stuff
that tastes so much of salt. Real
ham is a soft, almost greyish -pink,
and the' lean is not moist, it is
almost clry, and the fibres have
matured and softened until the gen-
eral texture is almost crumbly.
But enough of this preliminary
appetite -whetting: let us get down
to brass tacks. One, of the reasons
for living in the country (if any
reason needs to be given) is that
in the country it is generally pos
Bible to keep a pig.
One of the many grand things
about pigs is that they are far the
most efficient food -converters of
any domestic animal, Vou can
reckon that of all the valuable food
you give thein (during adolescence,
that is,) about one-fifth remains in
the pig, largely as bacon—or ham.
There is another advantage, too,
in the single-mindedness with which
it pig concentrates on its life's work
of putting on weight.
Long before the butcher comes,
you will be estimating the weight
cif the hams, and even visualizing
the long flanks neatly divided into
rashers—all this without the slidlit-
est feeling of tactlessness. I will
admit that nay first .pig -killing day
diel not dawn without a slight sense
cf uneasiness; but I was raw, and
did not quite know what to ex
Peet.
Now, those two occasions in the
year are red-letter days, as they
have been in Merrie England for
hundreds of years. The butcher ar-
rives in his van, bringing his as-
sistant with him. The pig has not
been fed for twenty-four flours, and
so is interested in nothing'in the
world except the contents of the
bucket that he follows obligingly
to the appointed place. There is a
slight report and he is wafted to
the Elysian fields, in the final be-
lief that, at last, he is going to get
his Bead down in that bucket that
smells so good. A beautiful end—
which of us, with his mentality,
would ask for anything better?
Perhaps an hour later, Mr.
Brown, as I will call hint, and his
assistant, come into nay kitchen;
and we drink a tankard or two of
beer. The conversation follows
rather the lines used when you go
-to see somebody's new baby. I atu
left with the impression (just as
the mother ought to be) that I
have been a very efficient producer,
and that the product is one of
the finest specimens seen round
these parts for many a long day.
Also, there is the great fun of
guessing the weight. Mr. Brown
thinks it will make every pound
c•f twelve score; I say, modestly,
that I should think it will top eleven
score, at any rate.
There was an occasion when tine
weight was eighteen score, and
there, hanging front the beams, was
a vast carcass like a inaramoth's;
but, nowadays, apart from the
kudos of having reared such a pig,
1 like them about ten or twelve
score: Br•iglftwell Brandy—what it
pig she was! The (pint -essence of
food conversation!
As soon as the carcass has been
weighed, it is •let down with block
and tackle, and cut up ready for
curing. There are many different
gays of doing this, according to
whether you want a long liatin or a
:round one, how much you are go -
Ing to use fresh as roast pork, and
so oil. Personally, I always find
there are so many bits and pieces
which have to be ' used up more
or less fresh. (to say nothing of
brawn.) that I cure almost every -
filing possible; two hams, cut short
and round), two shoulders, two
Bath chaps (or cheeks), and two
sides of bacon, including the neck..
Many Different Methods of Curing
1 did not start out with the idea
of doing my own curing, when I
first kept a pig. I meant to send it
aitiray to a bacon factory to be ,cured
for me, as most of my, friends do.
In fact, I made a tour of their
houses is turn, to taste their pig
and see which factory•s cure I
liked best. But, as my pig grew
fatter, memories of the hams I had
eaten long ago came to Haunt me,
and I decided I would cure the
the hams, at least, myself, and send
the rest away to be done,
Even that reservation perished
after a chat with a farmer friend
of mine, and a taste of his home -
cured bacon and ham. He said it
isas easy enough, and he offered
to lend, life the tub he cured his
liana in. I borrowed a wooden
trough from somebody else to do
the sides of bacon in. That sounda
a lot of equipment, but I have
simplified things since then. I found
that an ordinary earthenware bread -
crock just holds one hani and one
shoulder, and a curing trough is
not necessary if you have a long,
narrow table and an outhouse floor
thaf you do not mind getting irk
rather a mess.
Then I started collecting recipes
and analyzing them. I should think
I got about forty in ail—and they
all boiled down to about four differ-
-ent methods of curing, with minor
variations. I went out for simplicity
and quality. With my first two pigs
I tried about eight different cures,
and kept notes to compare with the
results. Now I have standardized
on two, a simple one for the every-
day bacon, and a more exotic one
for the less frequent ham.
Both start in the traditional way
—a good rubbing all over with salt
And a small proportion of saltpetre:
say Half an hour's work in all; the
same next day, only shorter. On the
third day, when the salt will have
drawn most of the surplus moisture
out of the meat, the cures divide.
The bacon and Bath chaps stay on
the table and go on getting about
five minutes' rubbing a day with
the salt and saltpetre mixtures, plus
a bit of Demarara sugar.—that is
said to keei5 the lean soft.
The !.!anis and shoulders ga into
their bread -crocks, and for them
I make up a wonderful . brew of
strong beer or stout, molasses or
black treacle, a seasoning of all-
spice, coriander, and black pepper,
a handful of salt . and saltpetre, a
shallot, and a good measure of juni-
per berries. This is boiled up, al-
lowed to cool, and thea poured
over the joints. Each day, their
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liosition is reversed, and they are
thoroughly basted with the brew.
I-Iow long you continue the cur-
ing depends on how long Sou want
the meat to keep. I generally cure
one side of bacon for just over a
fortnight, which means it will keep
safely for six months, and the other
I give about three weeks, so that
it is safe for a year, I do not think
a ham or shoulder develops its
flavor until it has matured for at
least six months, so they are kept
in the brew- about eight or ten days
for every inch of thickness.
The catch about it is that the
longer you cure, the saltier the meat
and the harder the lean tends to be,
though you can offset this to a great
extent in the case of bacon by soak•
ing each chunk in water for a night
as you cut it oat the side, before
slicing it into rashers.
And, 'by the way, does everyone
know the best way to arrange
bacon for cooking—frying, or, mucic
Letter, grilling? Overlap the slices
like tiles on a roof, screening each
lean side from the heat with the
fat side of the piece next to it: in
this way you can cook the fat thor-
oughly, still keeping the lean safe,
After caring, wash the meat in
cold water (soft water is best; and,
personally, I soak mine overnight
in it), Then hail.- up the Joints or
sides to dry in a riot -too -cold room
for three weeks or a month. After
that, they are best somewhere coal.
Sprinkle them with pepper, and
sew them up in bags, but not only
to keep flies away (which is the
idea of the pepper) but also to'pro..
tect them from the light, which
turns the fat yellow.
Could anything be simpler?
I-fardly any equipment, half -an -
hour's work the first Clay; tell inial-
utes the second or third—and then
only seven or eight each oay until
the cure is complete. And the re-
ward? Well, I have just finished
eating the last liana of Brightwell
I'•r'andy, fifteen inonths old, It was
black outside, and hard as a board,
but it swelled out like a sponge
after a week's soaking.
Who talks of boiling hani? it was
sirnmered gently for nearly four
hours, and then allowed to grow
almost cold in the water it had
cooked !it. I skinned it tenderly,
drained it, and sprinkled it with
bread crumbs while it just still had
the chill off. I wish T could describe
to you the aroma that filled the
dining -room when I cut the first
few slices:
I happened to have staying•with
me a friend who is chairman of the
kitchen and ,wine committees of a
big London club. His face was pos-
itively transfigured: 'Why,' he cried,
'that ham has a bouquet like an old
wine!' We ate with some reverence,
and were not disappointed. Could a
factory cure ,have done that for
nsr
The point I would make is that
here in home -curing is an age-old
craft' not really very difficult to
learn, needing little or no equip-
ment. We complain nowadays that
our food is dull, and we have to go
without many delicacies that were
once imported at reasonable prices.
But the humble pig, properly treat-
ed, can yield food fit for all epicure
or for the gods themselves, and the
mere process of curing is not with-
out fascination. ,The pig has been
the mainstay of English rural life
since Saxon times, and probably
before then. Call me' a cbaw-bacon
—a yokel? Why shouldn't I be?
I am proud of it. (Broadcast in the
BBC's Home Service).
Gave 'Him Palace
,But 'Wouldn't Pay
The eighteenth century was only
four years old when the French
armies were broken in a fierce battle
fought in the tiny village of Blen-
heim. And. ail England went mad
in adulation of the man who had
won that great victory.
What form should a nation's gra-
titude take? 'Queen Anne did not
crnisult Parliament, but declared:
"He shall have the ancient Manor
of Woodstock:. The old, dilapidated
!tonne of the Plantagenets shall dis-
appear: a noble palace shall rise
in its place."
Parliament, informed as to Her
Majesty's wishes, was also assured
that the Queen intended to foot the
bill herself. Accordingly an*Act of
Parliament was passed. The burn-
ing question of the hour then was:
`'i'ho shall build this architectural
masterpiece for the nation's hero?
Everybody expected that the
choice would fall on NVren. lout it
didn't. The Queen told the Duke
of Marlborough to pick his own
architect and lie chose John %-an-
brugh, architect, playwright, mar-
about -town.
That decision laid the foundation
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for something; that nobody had fore-
sten--a lasting, bitter quarrel buy»
tween Vanbrugh, the playwright -
architect, and Sarah, the brilliant,
forceful and power -loving Duchess
of Marlborough.
"The Queen rules England—Th.e
Duchess rules the Queen," was
v. -hat people said behind their hands,
And it was Cruel
Vanbrugh, w•ho had already de-
signed some magnificent great
blouses, drew up even more elabor-
mc plans for the new palace. The
Duke rubbed his hands: "Excet.
lent!" lie exclaimed. But the Duch-
ess became incensed against the
project. "Who will pay for all this?
she inquired. "end who would live
in such a place? Comfort comes
before such show."
So great a building involved the
problem of finding enough piaster
masons. In the end Vanbrugh got
masons from all parts of the coun-
try and a colony of craftsmen and
-orking men settled in Woodstock
Then the troubles began. The
local stone prover] completely un-
suitable and an alternative had to
be used, That was bad enough.
But presently the contractors were
coming to Vanbrugh—who wa4 do-
ing this immense work for a mo-
dest $2,000 a year—for money.
It was awkward. Who was to
pay? The Queen, from her private
fortune? Parliament, out of the na-
tion's resources? Or the millionaire
Duke himself?
Neither the Queen nor Parlia•-
nient had stated what limit was to
be put on the cost of the project,
although official documents stated
that Vanbrugh had been appointed.
Comptroller of the Works, author-
ized to act on behalf of the Duke.
During the long years that Blen-
heim Palace was being built this
unhappy situation led to much bick-
ering. There were constant dis-
piates about authority. There were
incessant quarrels between Van -
1;: ugli and the Duchess. There were
periods when there was no nioney
to pay the working people.
On one occasion arrears owing
to the contractors, and wages owing
to the workmen. led to a strike and
threats of violence. The men said
that they could not pad* for their
lodgings, and that before they went
Lack to their homes they would
wreck the half -built palace,
Vanbrugh, meant this palace to
be his masterpiece. Unfortunately,
-what he never considered -'as
money.
For example, as he had to cone
down from London very often (lie
vias building the Opera House
Covent Garden, at the same time)
lie decided to renovate the old
Woodstock Manor House. He had
no authority to dothis, and he put
to work on it men employed on
the palace. Having spent over
$5,000, he casually mentioned it
to the Duchess.
The great Sarah flew into a pas-
sion, accusing him of having spent
$15,000 on himself, and calling hint
insulting names,
From first to last, on the financial
side and in the human relations of
those most closely concerned in
this grandiloquent project, there
had been nothing but the sordid.
.!\Tor did the death of the Duke
change the situation.
He left over two million pounds,
a fortune equivalent to $150,000,000
today. But he made no provision
for the unpaid workmen or for
Vanbrugh's modest wage. Whea
the will was made public, Vanbrugh
wrote to a friend: "And yet this
Man would neither pay his Work-
men their bills nor his Architect
his Salary, But lie had given his
Widdow (may a Scotch Ensign
get her) £10,000 a year to spoil
Blenheim her own way; £1,200 a.
Year to keep her Self clean, and
go to Law."
Thus to the end did bitterness
poison the air as there arose one
of the most magnificent palaces ;n
the British Isles—Indeed, in the
whole world.
Nowadays, from all parts of the
world crowds are flocking to this
same Blenheim Palace, regal seat
of the Dukes of Marlborough, re-
cently opened to the public. A.tx
much as $1500 a day is being taken
"at the doors," And the first re-
quest of nearly every visitor is t%
see the room where Winston
Churchill was born. So many people
gazing at his baby vest which its
on view, giggle and wisecrack, "I
bet he couldn't wear it today," that
the guides sometimes nearly scream.