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  1. from The Cooks & Confectioners Dictionary by J. Nott 1723

    TAKE a Pint of Sherry, or a Pint and a half of red Port, four Ounces

    and a half of Chocolate, six Ounces of fine Sugar, and half an Ounce

    of white Starch, or fine Flour; mix, dissolve, and boil all these as

    before. But if your Chocolate be with Sugar, take double the Quantity

    of Chocolate, and half the Quantity of Sugar; and so in all.

  2. Just a tad....but it is TMTCH so I'll let them off. The rendition of Smugglers at Oxford

    I'm in the mosh pit somewhere singing away nissed as a pewt having supped deeply of Addlestones Cider in the Gloucester Arms before the gig, aaaah happy days and filthy hangovers =o)

    Just remembered the young lady from Magdelen College that took me back to her digs after the gig..............

  3. La Fée,

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    available in supermarkets in the UK like Tesco and taste like blackjack sweeties when you mix it with Red Bull

  4. Like others have mentioned it'll be easier if you have a block to pull your felt over. Either soak your felt in warm water or give it a good steaming (Wallpaper strippers are great for this....with a wee bit of tweaking) and whilst it's still warm pull it over your block to get a good shape on the crown, lash a string of a small belt around the level you want the brim to start and pull the felt out a bit making sure your 'stringline' doesnt move. Leave to dry.

    Then steam iron with a damp linen cloth and shape the brim and angle tween crown and brim and iron out any wrinkles.

    Make up a linen tape the circumfrence of your head and with a robust running stitch tack it inside the hat awhere the crown brim meet, this'll stop it moving when you sweat into it and give you summat to anchor a lining to.

    Once you're happy with the shape stiffen it up hat stiffener (Usually a shellac dissolved in alcohol essentially a pale french polish).

    Then you can whip stitch in a lining and sweat patch/band......pro'er job!

  5. You don't say! I'll have to get a copy of that. For anyone else who's interested, you can find it on Amazon here. I must say I'm surprised. Most of what I've seen in the surgical books and sailor journals refers to meat as the pre-eminent foodstuff. Yet another wee bit of proof that people in 17th/18th c. were quite diverse in their preferences - not unlike today.

    Tryon was a bit of a zealot/nutter and wrote a number of manuals on 'humane living' and the Anne O'Connell book only contains about dozen or so of Tryons recipes most of the recipes in her book are from mid-late 19thC.

    Here's one of Y'mans to be going on with....circa 1691.

    Eggs, Parsley and Sorrel, mixed or stirred together, and fried in a Pan with Butter and a little Salt, and when done, melt some Butter and Vinager and put them on, but you must not put too great a quantity of Herbs, for then it will render it more heavy and dull in Operation; this is a noble and most delicious Dish and it affords a good nourishment, provided you eat not too much in Quantity

  6. Attach an audio file to a post, is it possible?

    Failing that you'll need to search out Waiting for Bonaparte by Men They Couldn't Hang for

    Smugglers

    The boat rides south of Ailsa Craig in the waning of the light

    There's thirty men in Lendalfit to make our burden light

    And there's thirty horse in Hazleholm with the halters on their heads

    All set this night up on your life if wind and water speed

    Smugglers drink of the Frenchmens wine and the darkest night is the smugglers

    time

    Away we ran from the excise man

    It's a smugglers life for me

    It's a smugglers life for me

    Oh lass you have a cozy bed, and cattle you have ten

    Can you not live a lawful life and live with lawful men?

    But must I use old homely goods while there's foreign gear so fine?

    Must I drink at the waterside and France so full of wine

    Smugglers drink of the Frenchmens wine and the darkest night is the smugglers

    time

    Away we ran from the excise man

    It's a smugglers life for me

    It's a smugglers life for me

    Though well I like to see you Kate, with a baby on your knee

    My heart is now with gallant crew that plough through the angry sea

    The hitter gale, the tightest sail, and the sheltered bay or goal

    It's the wayward life, it's the smugglers strife, it's the joy of the smugglers

    soul

    Smugglers drink of the Frenchmens wine and the darkest night is the smugglers

    time

    Away we ran from the excise man

    It's a smugglers life for me

    It's a smugglers life for me

    And when at last the dawn comes up and the cargo safely stored

    Like sinless saints to church we'll go. God's mercy to afford

    And It's champagne fine for communion wine and the parson drinks it too

    With a sly wink prays "forgive these men, for they know not what they do"

    Smugglers, drink of the Frenchmens wine and the darkest night is the smugglers

    time

    Away we ran from the excise man

    It's a smugglers life for me

    It's a smugglers life for me

    It's a smugglers life for me

    It's a smugglers life for me

    There are no decent versions online that I could find, some live ones where I was in the pit but ropey sound quality.

    The Colours is quite stirring for me too

  7. Some chums from the US were doing the grand tour of Britain and Ireland and proud of their Scots heritage they brought their 2 smalls filibegs, wee kilts. Off to Shetland home of their ancestors they went and were most disgruntled when after a couple of days an old Shetland gentleman slipped the dad a tenner and whispered in the odd ScandinavianScots sing song Shetland accent , "So y'can buy the wee'ains some troosers".

  8. Ah the joys of the cut and paste world where one mistake get transmitted and multiplied.....

    Bob May has several Sallets that resemble the recipe, there's 'To make a grand sallet of minced capon, veal,roast mutton chicken or nets tongue'(pg92 of my prospect facsimilie) and 4 pages of Grand Sallets that follow on from "To make a grand Sallet of divers Compounds" that the divine Mstrs Dobyns mentioned.

    In quite a few of my 18thC cookbooks there's Salamagundi recipes or a variation on that name.

    R. Bradley's The Country Housewifes and Lady's Director.... circa 1734 (Echo Library reprints isbn 1847028527)

    and 1725s Court Cookery or the Complete English Cook by Robert Smith, before he joined The Cure obviously. (Kessinger Publishing isbn 9781104113148)

    And for the veggy pirates out there squirreled away in the Huntingdon is a copy of the first know Enlish language veggy cookbook entitled 'Wisdom's dictates, or, Aphorisms & rules, physical, moral, and divine, for preserving the health of the body, and the peace of the mind ... : to which is added a bill of fare of seventy five noble dishes of excellent food, for exceeding those made of fish or flesh ...' by Thomas Tryon 1st ed sometime in the 1690s. and a small number of his rather basic recipes rock up in Early Vegetarian Recipes by Anne O'Connell (978-1903018583)

  9. although "most" of us it seems tend towards a generic english portrayal of piracy/naval life,

    To paraphrase Henry Morgan, Hywel Davis, Bartholemew Roberts (And some say Davy Jones himself). Sy 'ch yn galw Saesneg chi anadl? wink.gif

    So, Grymm -- would ye be kind enough t'share with us what yer quote means? I'm assumin' Welsh Gaelic, but could be wrong....

    Drake

    'Who you callin' English dog breath?' and it's Welsh, no garlic involved =o) And no I'm not Welsh but I have a son who's ½ Welsh.

  10. although "most" of us it seems tend towards a generic english portrayal of piracy/naval life,

    To paraphrase Henry Morgan, Hywel Davis, Bartholemew Roberts (And some say Davy Jones himself). Sy 'ch yn galw Saesneg chi anadl? wink.gif

  11. The other thing is that word 'sodomy', in period it covered all the 'sins of sodom' , that is any sexual act deemed unnatural not just bum sex.

    From the poetry of John Wilmot Earl of Rochester 1647-1680 which includes most of those sins

    Régime de VIVRE

    I rise at eleven, I dine about two,

    I get drunk before seven; and the next thing I do,

    I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap,

    I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap.

    Then we quarrel and scold, 'till I fall fast asleep,

    When the bitch, growing bold, to my pocket does creep;

    Then slyly she leaves me, and, to revenge the affront,

    At once she bereaves me of money and c**t.

    If by chance then I wake, hot-headed and drunk,

    What a coil do I make for the loss of my punk!

    I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage,

    And missing my whore, I bugger my page.

    Then, crop-sick all morning, I rail at my men,

    And in bed I lie yawning 'till eleven again.

    If you had cash and positions though you could get away with most things.........nutting changes eh?

  12. Ooops yeah found them here Memory of the Netherlands after putting 17** in the search box.

    I was originally looking for paintings by Troost and after I'd had a mooch at them I got distracted and nosed around, here's the original search results.

    http://www.geheugenv...ONB06%22%20%29/

    On closer inspection the primer is suspended from the brass belly box and possibly buttoned to the coat pocket button, not sure now.

    With my frock I interlined with a course hemp canvas throughout apart from the skirts which I used thin wool batting(sorta stuff quilters use). The extensive interlining makes it bloody heavy and my next (after the other 18thC stuff +another 4centuries of kit are done) will have a different system, still interlined but not the whole damn thing.

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