Simple As Raw Milk

A gallon of milk seems oh-so-simple.

A gallon of organic milk seems like somethin’ kinda special.

Being presented with a family-style plastic pitcher of yellowish gluggy stuff topped with a wee bit of sludge and a brief apology that it’s not still warm…now that is an experience. 

All About The Hokey Pokey

 

It's all about the Hokey Pokey...everybody knows that.

Perhaps the reason why humanity remains in strife despite this universal absolute has something to do with the  inconsistent cultural connotations of the term itself.

For example, here in New Zealand Hokey Pokey comes conveniently packaged in a little plastic tub in your freezer isle. But what IS it? Chances are any lolly-loving Kiwi (and what Kiwi doesn't love lollies?) will give you the same, albeit obvious, answer, "It's ice cream...with little pieces of Hokey Pokey". 

To a foreigner with an imagination this is concerning. "Little pieces of Hokey Pokey? Oh my! What a disturbing R&D process....'place one right hand in, no, take it out....a left hand in, no no, take that out, too! Put a whole body in and all in little pieces shaken about in sweet, smooth, vanilla ice cream...Perfect'. I mean, Sure, the native Maori were said to practice cannibalism during warfare, but is the best way to keep that tradition alive via an ice cream marketed to children? " Not to worry, inventive American, what the lolly-loving Kiwi in your life is really trying to tell you is that it's packed with specks and swirls of crunchy, bubbly toffee goodness (think peanut brittle sans the nuts)...in fact, you'll probably like it. It is, after all, the second most popular ice cream flavor in New Zealand. 

The origins of the Hokey Pokey came long before those Friday nights you used spend on eight-wheels "shaking it all about" to the Ram Trio at the Skatin' Station.Yes long, long ago before the invention of the ice cream cone (that long), in search of food and democracy, a small bunch of Italian immigrants to the UK and North America made their living selling something that they were pretty familiar with; frozen desserts. Not the glamorous gelatto of modern London's Italian delicatessens but Good Humor-esque street treats that, if they were lucky and finished their supper, sun-drenched little rascals could enjoy for "O'che pocco", a.k.a. Mom's pocket change. Say it ten times fast and you begin to understand how the packages of these little treats got to be called Hokey Pokies. Catchier than it's Italian Mama the, "Americanized" originally derogatory, term became great advertising for peddlers who would sing "Hokey-pokey, pokey ho. Hokey-pokey, a penny a lump. Here's the stuff to make you jump!" 

The children grew up (as we tend to do), and moved with their cows to an island in the middle of the Tasman. And well, the greatest Dairy exporter on earth had to start somewhere, so they used what little they had to create flavours and recipes reminiscent of home. With only three hard-to-spoil easy-to-freeze ingredients in toffee, it was a natural flavour choice and what name was nearly synonymous with ice cream?....you got it. With a little bit of branding magic Hokey Pokey was in full swing.

Meanwhile, a Canadian Officer walks into a bar (it's history, not a joke, guys) and hears a bunch of plastered Canucks having a complete riot singing a drunken rendition of the Hokey Pokey man's jingles. It was wartime and he needed a little somethin' to boost morale, so he looks back to his childhood (and maybe the Shaker song 'Hinkum-Booby'...thank goodness that one didn't catch on) to write the great piece of genius that would later made famous by the Ram Trio's one hit-wonder of the 1950's; the Hokey Pokey. 

So, without further adieu, in attempt to reverse this dualistic destiny and re-unite the Hokey Pokies of our great nations, I present to you: 

HOKEY POKEY

To the tune of 'The Hokey Pokey'

Ingredients: 

5 Tbsp Sugar

2 Tbsp Golden Syrup

1 tsp Baking Soda

Method:

Dun dun dun dun DUN DUN! 

(Get Ready!)

You put your hands in, you take your hands out

You put your hands in and you scrub em all about

You prepare to Hokey Pokey, get your Edmond's cookbook out

That's what it's all about!

(In a saucepan!)

You put your sugar in, you get some syrup out

You put the syrup in, and you stir it all about

You turn the heat up gently and keep stirring all around

That's what it's all about!

(Keep stirring!)

You let it boil, and keep on stirring

And let it boil, for just two whole minutes more

You watch the Hokey Pokey to make sure it doesn't burn. 

That's what it's all about!

(Now it bubbles!)

You've got the heat in, so take your pan off, 

You put some soda in, and you stir it all about

You'll see the Hokey Pokey start to bubble and to froth

That's what it's all about 


(Grease the pan!)

You some butter in, a tin take out

You pour the mixture in and it gets all cold and hard

You set the Hokey Pokey and you break it all about

That's what it's all about!

You've made the Hokey Pokey

You'll eat the Hokey Pokey

You'll love the Hokey Pokey!

And that's what it's all about. 

Jessica Benseman Makes a Pav

Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls may I have your attention please?..attention please. Hm! Hm!

Thank you.

Step right up, step right up, come closer  as you wont believe your eyes. Within this post lies something you've never experienced.....never seen before, heard of before, felt before.  Something of ultimate relevance  something newsworthy, something wildly entertaining. Today is a grand day, yes, Today is an exciting day...of discovery, grandeur, and prestige. Today, my friends, Today...you have the honor, nay,  the privilege to see something legendary. Creation at it's finest, the miraculous simplicity of a great tradition, the epic ingenuity of the Kiwi woman in it's purest form.

Ladies and Genteman, today, Jessica Bensemann, South Islander and office-mate extraordinaire will attempt what only the bravest of ladies would dare to...... a Pavlova!

Yes! The great Pav! So grand it was created to impress the most impressive, the principal artist of the Imperial Russian Ballet herself, Miss Anna Pavlova! With it's simple elegance, you may think it is just a dessert! But things aren't always what they seem. Behind the shimmer and the lights there is a mystery, there is debate as to the origin of this cream covered meringue as vast and wide-spreading as the Tasman sea itself! It is no simple feat, it is precise, it is science and tradition...there are delicate secrets passed down from generation to generation that you and I are not aware of....until now.

But I should warn you, certainly you should be aware, well, I should say that this is not just a dessert for the every day eating. No, kind mams and sirs, this is no feat for the weak or faint of heart. This is...the pavlova.

Enjoy!

A Good (Turkish) Wife

As a girl newly of marriageable age, I have become increasingly aware of my domestic shortcomings.

I am at peace with the fact that I will never make a bed as geometrically as my grandma or pack a lunch with love notes as sweet as my mama's but, somewhat instinctively, I have began filling my very own semi-metaphorical "glory box" with little tricks, cute "isms" and the occasional silver platter. Now, I know that a precise combination of diluted vinegar and ammonia is not the makings of a good wife but if not that, then what?

"Foam," said Hilal. "The more foam the better.".


I looked at the tiny cup of Turkish coffee I had so proudly prepared to thank her for an afternoon of Turkish cooking...no foam, not even a bubble. Yes, I had successfully made shit Turkish coffee for the daughter of the ambassador of Turkey to The Netherlands. Ignoring my epic fail, she very sweetly enjoyed every sip while explaining that "back home" when a man came-a-suitin' he would most certainly ask his suitee to make him a cup of coffee. Any Turkish girl "worth marrying" would return with a tiny cup of sugary jet-fuel topped with light brown froth. My bubble-less shot of murk however, would leave me what the Turkish refer to as, "stuck at home".


I sincerely believe that the first ingredient in some recipes simply the cook's country of origin. My Albanian roommate from university, Blerta, would stumble down the stairs first thing in the morning and before she could even speak fluent English for the day, she would hurry slowly to make a perfect demitasse of goodness.

TURKISH COFFEE  by: Blerta Mileti

Ingredients:
Ground, Roasted TURKISH COFFEE
WATER
SUGAR


Method:
Place xhezve on medium heat and add a demitasse full of water
Add a teaspoon full of sugar and mix
When the water begins to bubble, add a teaspoon full of coffee and mix
When the mixture begins to foam, pour top half into demitasse (small teacup)
Boil second portion and pour to top up the demitasse
Finally, Enjoy! (Best Enjoyed with good company and good conversation)



Drink the whole cup and both you and your tummy will be sorry- leave the sludge of grounds at the bottom, turn your cup upside down and leave it. Don't peek.

The next time you are in your kitchen and feeling introspective, flip it over and take a good look. Many cultures of Eastern Europe and the Middle East believe that these dribbles hold the secrets of your future and if you contemplate intently, with a little creative interpretation, you see where they're coming from.

My little foamless cups of fortune have been adorned with fat zebras, little men climbing mountains and an old woman drinking a cup of tea. Albeit bubble-less, I'd like to think that perhaps these symbols of integrity, pleasure, high ambition and adventure bode well for the future of a young bachelorette and that perhaps, for some strikingly-handsome-prince-charming-of-a-man, they are the makings of a good (Turkish) wife.