...burning incense to mask reality's stench since 1986.
My
Jennipoo went to Italy for her summer vacation. She baked bread in a brick oven in
Reggio Calabria, dined in
Amalfi, and shopped in
Florence, just to name a few of her stops.
A parcel arrived today and within it were, amongst other delightful treasures: gifts of aromatic
coffee and musk scented soaps from
one of the world�s oldest pharmacies: Officina Profumo-Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella, with its historic, artistic and handicraft legacy, which has thrived for centuries in uninterrupted symbiosis with the city of Florence. In its rooms, as in a jewel casket, the Officina hosts frescoes, furnishings and ancient implements of the pharmacist�s trade, alongside its products: a vast range of preparations to entice even the most demanding customer. Indeed, no one who enters the portal can ever forget the indescribable range of scents that linger in the air: this is the magic of potpourri, a sagacious mixture of flowers and herbs from the hills surrounding Florence. Its unmistakable fragrance is the fruit of lengthy seasoning in old terracotta jars. The origin of the Antica Farmacia goes back to the Dominican friars who in 1221 settled in Florence but it was officially founded in 1612 following a suggestion made by the Granduca di Toscana.
Among the pictures she sent me of the
Farmacia is a truly wonderful, pleasant surprise that I will be scanning for use on the Pocus!
We look forward to hosting the Jennipoo at the
Palazzo Kraut when she takes her next trip out west.
Until then,
Mille grazie e tante belle cose, Cara!
If you're into
Silver Ravenwolf and her ilk, don't bother with this
book. Otherwise, it's a really interesting read. Somewhat dry, but a great read from the anthropological perspective.
Plants that demonstrate powerful pharmacological effects must be used with expertise, otherwise they will cause considerable damage. For this reason such plants are generally feared and in due course demonized. Those who know how to use them correctly are also feared, and all too easily turned into witches.
Witchcraft medicine is a kind of applied pharmacology of the plants with potent activity. The powers that be have always sought to control the use of strong medicines because, among other reasons, rulers feared they might be poisoned by a skilled hand. In earlier times however, the powerful activity observed in a substance was considered to have its origins in the supernatural, magical, or even in the sorcery of witches. In other words, the potency and effectiveness of a substance were considered proof of witchcraft.
Indeed many medical treatments used during antiquity were not based on rational pharmacology, but were a combination of ritual and the use of material substances. Man already believed in archaic times that the plants only revealed their power when harvested with the proper ritual gathering method, and only when the correct accompanying words were spoken.. The ancient authors (such as Homer and, in particular, Diocles) wrote of the rhizotomoki, the root gatherers of archaic times, that they were the inventors of pharmacological medicine and that they still spoke with the plant spirits (Baumann, 1982: 15; Graf, 1996: 69). These root gatherers observed the gods sacred to the respective plant. They made use of the moons energy and knew the particular oath formulas for each plant. Witchcraft medicine belongs to the spiritual and cultural legacy of the rhizotomoki. When a scientific theory rationalizing the healing arts emerged with the Hippocratics, ritual and magical medicine was slowly suppressed. It was ridiculed as superstitious and ultimately driven underground. Only certain areas of magical medicine were maintained in the healing cult of Asclepius and were officially accepted into late antiquity (Krug, 1993; cf. Meyer and Mirecki, 1995).
Witchcraft medicine is the healing art of the underground. It is the forbidden and despised medicine, the one oppressed by the church and/or state, the kind of medicine sanctioned as alternative. For it makes decisions over life and death. And it does more than make people healthyit brings joy and awareness, inebriation and mystical insight.
Witchcraft medicine is wild medicine. It is uncontrollable, it surpasses the ruling order, it is anarchy. It belongs to the wilderness. It scares people. It is one thing above all: heathen.
Witchcraft medicine stems from shamanism and has its roots in Paleolithic times. Witchcraft medicine is mythological, ritualistic, and strongly feminine. Witchcraft medicine is religiona shamanic healing religion revolving around sacred, in other words, effective, plants:
Cults, in which the medicinally effective plants and sacred beverages play a role, have always been viewed suspiciously, at first by representatives of the Christian faith, later also by Western medicine. The witches, the last wise women of European culture, fell victim to the Inquisition. In Siberia in the nineteen-thirties and forties shamans were prosecuted as counter-revolutionaries. Today shaman are also denigrated and ridiculed. So there was in the year 1900 that the Protestant church of the Indonesian island Siberut which lies east of Sumatra, released a decree forbidding the activities of the medicine men as heathen and blasphemous (Plotkin, 1994: 187).
The most important domains of witchcraft medicine include knowledge about the preparation and use of the pharmakon as
aphrodisiacs (philters, Virus amatorius) and anaphrodisiacs
birth control and abortifacients (abortativa)
poison/medicine (pharmakon)
inebriants or traveling herbs (psychoactive substances)
life-extending and rejuvenating elixirs
Thus witchcraft medicine was used to increase happiness, for birth control, to heal, to damn, for visionary knowledge, and for life extension. This is why magic was originally called pharmakeia (Luck, 1990: 58).
A typical characteristic of witches herbs is their ambivalenceto some they cause damage and disease, to others they offer health and protection. Often they ease the problems they have caused, and they are intoxicating or induce trances. They are true pharmakain the ancient meaning of the multidimensional word. For these herbs the wisdom of Paracelsusthat it is only the dosage which determines whether or not something is medicine or poisonholds true. And with witches herbs it is extremely important to determine the correct dosage. It is well known that in antiquity the witches clients were often poisoned or were made crazy by the love potions (amatoria, remedium amoris), which commonly contained the active pharmaka of nightshade, henbane, or hemlock. But because the users did not heed the makers instructions out of pure greed, they overdosed. For this reason such substances had already been forbidden by Roman times (Graupner, 1966: 26).
The person who, even if it is done without bad intention, provides abortions or love potions, because doing so sets a bad example, will be sentenced to the following punishments: People of lower classes shall be sent to forced labor in the mines, members of higher classes are to be exiled on an island after the seizure of a portion of their possessions. If a man or a woman dies because of the treatment, the death penalty will be implemented (Codex lustinianus, Dig. 48, 8; 3, 2/3).
I made tagliatelle alla Bolognese with my family yesterday.
It was my first time ever and the result was astoundingly amazing. Textbook. The Punkin supervised. Notice the look on her face.
"I hope Boo washed her hands...."
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Like I said: This is not for the faint of heart and it requires you make a leap of faith, but the result is oh so worth it!
You will need a 12 cup bundt/angel food cake tin.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit
In a large bowl combine the following
dry ingredients:
2 3/4 cups all purpose flour
4 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 1 /2 teaspoons salt
Other ingredients:
6-7 really ripe bananas
4 extra large eggs
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1 teaspoon banana extract (optional)
1 1/4 unsweetened cocoa powder
1 cup plain yogurt
2 cups sugar
1 cup chopped pecans or walnuts (optional)
In another, rather large mixing bowl place:
6-7 really ripe bananas.
Puree them with a potato masher (you don't want to liquify them)
Using a hand or standing mixer blend in 4 extra large eggs, then 1 cup of plain yogurt (I've used fat free, low fat and full fat with pretty much the same results. Mix until well blended. Now add the sugar and mix until blended. Then the cocoa powder. Now add extracts.
Now gradually add the dry mixture making sure to blend well between additions.
If you're adding nuts, do so at the very end.
Grease the cake tin. It has to be a tube tin for the best heat distribution and even baking. Pour the batter in and place it in the preheated oven.
Set your timer for 45 minutes.
IMPORTANT
After 45 minutes, lower the temperature to
300 degrees Fahrenheit and continue to bake for an additional
30 minutes.
When you check it for doneness the skewer will not come out completely clean. That's okay. Expect a little sticky batter stuck to it. It is a very moist cake.
Take it out of the oven. Let it cool in the pan for 15 minutes. Then turn it over upside down onto a cake rack and let it cool completely. Turn it back right-side-up onto a plate, cover with plastic and refrigerate to set.
Best to wait 24 hours before slicing, if you can resist!
It seems complicated, but it's not. You just have to be willing to take a little time with the mixing, and pay attention to the baking.
I've gotten consistent results from two different electric ranges and my beloved gas range. (sniff)
For a change of pace, replace the cocoa powder with the same amount of all purpose flour.
If you decide to post this recipe elsewhere, please give me credit. Either link it back to my
blog or
website.
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This year I decided on something a little different....
(cue angelic choir)
Chocolate Banana Cake
All bananas and cocoa. It's amazing.
The thing I hate most about Banana Bread is it's really oily and tastes mostly of flour. After many, many, many experiments I have devised the ultimate banana bread/cake. Moist, flavourful and most importantly no oil nor butter. That's right, none.
My recipe is not for the faint of heart. It requires one make a leap of faith.
Perhaps I'll share it with you sometime. Not now, however, I have the first episode of
Coupling season four to view. My darling was good enough download it for my viewing pleasure.
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This was beautifully and thoughtfully written.
Last month, Llewellyn author,
Raven Grimassi, posted an
eloquently-worded call for Pagans, Witches and Wiccans of all stripes to participate in a synchronized ritual this October to restore "the freedom and the courage that has long been the hallmark of this [American] Nation." He uses stirring language about the non-conformist spirit of pagans, a collective spirit that could be harnessed to undermine those who would make us sheep in our own land. I read on, interested in what he would ultimately propose, how he would suggest we take the historic concept of the Needfire and make it fit our modern, American needs. I guess I should have seen it coming. Actually, I guessed where he might go with the ritual/spell itself, but I was trying to be optimistic.
You all know how I feel about the rubbish this author puts out.
We had dinner guests yesterday. After researching the different recipes out there, I settled on
Nigella's Ham in Coca Cola, over the numerous recipes available due to it's maximum pleasure in its simplicity of flavours.
Nigella: "This recipe is from How to Eat, with some rejigging (just because it's not in my nature to leave completely alone) and I don't apologise for reproducing, or rather recasting, it because I simply cannot urge you to try this strongly enough. The first time I made it, it was, to be frank, really just out of amused interest. I'd heard, and read, about this culinary tradition from the deep South, but wasn't expecting it, in all honesty, to be (in all honesty) good. The truth is it's magnificent, and makes converts of anyone who eats it. But, if you think about it, it's not surprising it should work: the sweet, spiky drink just infuses it with spirit of barbecue. I have to force myself to cook ham any other way now; though often I don't bothering with the glaze but just leave it for longer in the bubbling Coke instead."
I too made it out of amused interest and was really impressed. I left mine in the bubbling coke longer until it fell off the bone. I then sprinkled it with some brown sugar and dry mustard and blasted it in the oven. It turned out perfect. It had the right balance of smoke, spice, salt and sweet.
I'm a convert too. I can't imagine eating it any other way. I too strongly recommend you try this.
I served the ham with corn on the cob, green onion smashed potatoes and mixed greens salad, it was a delightlful change and perfect at the end of a hot summer day.
Dessert was my rendition of
Zuppa Inglese (an Italian version of English Trifle), all from scratch. From the coffee and liqueur-soaked sponge cake to the unctuous pastry cream. I topped it with crumbled homemade caramel because one of our guests is allergic to nuts.
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This witch was very busy in her
Kitchen yesterday. I just finished posting
three more articles on amulets used in Italian folk magic.
Related to the corno is the mano cornuta or "horned hand." This is an Italian hand-gesture (or an amulet imitative of the gesture) that can be used to indicate that a man has been cuckholded ("wears the horns") and also to ward off the evil eye. Mano means "hand" and corno means "horn."
I took a pound of 'marinating' steak (read: cheap cut) and submerged it in a minty, creamy bath for about 36 hours. I then scraped the marinade off of the now much softer meat, and gently rubbed in some coriander, cumin, coarse black pepper and sea salt. I preheated a skillet, added a light drizzle of good olive oil and cooked it quickly to medium rare.
It was fabulous! Even my finicky toddler loved it.
Minty Marinade recipe:
2 cups plain yogurt
20-30 fresh mint leaves coarsely chopped to release the oils
the zest and juice of a lime
Blend all the ingredients and cover the meat well. Place it in the fridge for a day or two.
Before cooking it up (pan or bbq) gently rub in some ground coriander seed, cumin, sea salt and coarse black pepper.
I served it with plain rice and mesclun salad dressed lightly with olive oil and red wine vinegar.
Cross-posted on The Witch's Kitchen!
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A little over 4 years ago...
I was lying in bed beside the Kraut. We were living in our first appartment together at the time. This was pre-house-dog-kids. My father was dying of brain cancer in Montreal and the whole toxic relationship with him and other members of my family had me so stressed I was no longer aware of it. (I am the queen of repression. ) Anyway, I was asleep when suddenly I opened my eyes and there as clear as day were two winged orbs of light dancing and hovering above my side of the bed. They were iridescent and translucent like soap bubbles. Their white, translucent wing's had an indescribable smoothness of movement. The orbs were silent, yet, I
felt them to be friendly. Only I saw them. The Kraut was fast asleep.
Has anyone else ever seen something like this. Does anyone have any insight?
Thanks.
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