{"id":25829,"date":"2017-11-20T19:13:36","date_gmt":"2017-11-21T02:13:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/?p=25829"},"modified":"2017-11-20T19:11:00","modified_gmt":"2017-11-21T02:11:00","slug":"pumpkin-pie-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/pumpkin-pie-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Pumpkin Pie Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Pumpkin\"<\/a>The Thanksgiving<\/a> of old America included a serious reverence the people of the 18th<\/sup> and 19th<\/sup> centuries had for pumpkin pie.<\/p>\n

Said the editor of the Philadelphia Ledger in 1837 \u201cthat he should like to be thrown into a pumpkin pie as large as Lake Superior, only deeper, and obliged it eat his way out.\u201d<\/p>\n

Some historians and foodies would have you to believe that pumpkin was a staple of the early American diet. But don\u2019t you believe it. There was nothing normal or routine or regular about it.<\/p>\n

It has been, from the very beginning, a harvest food forever linked to Thanksgiving<\/a> \u2013 special, unique, savored, and saved for one very special occasion.<\/p>\n

People were crazy for it.<\/p>\n

The media of the times had not much to say about most Thanksgiving<\/a> traditions but about pumpkin pies they were not shy. Here\u2019s part of a verse that we found dating back to the 1720s and reprinted at Thanksgiving<\/a> for decades:<\/p>\n

Ah! On Thanksgiving<\/a> Day, when from East and from West,
\nFrom the North and from South come the pilgrim and guest,
\nWhen the grey-haired New Englander sees round his board,
\nThe old broken link of affection restored.<\/p>\n

When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,
\nAnd the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before,
\nWhat moistens the lip and what brightens the eye?
\nWhat calls back the past, like the rich Pumpkin Pie? <\/em><\/p>\n

Our discovery of this pumpkin passion of the 18th<\/sup> and 19th<\/sup> centuries was quite accidental. We found and shared an article that claimed in 1802 New Englanders averaged 10 pumpkin pies per family for Thanksgiving<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Our first thought was \u201cGee, they must have been really good. How did they make it?<\/p>\n

~ Early American Pumpkin Pie Recipes ~<\/strong><\/p>\n

Did they make pumpkin pies then the way we do now?<\/p>\n

Here is how it was done, according the Schenectady Reflector of 1836:<\/p>\n

\u201cPare and cut the fruit into small pieces, stew till it is soft, strain it through a coarse sieve or cullender, add milk till it is of the consistence of a thick custard; to each quart of this add three eggs, sweeten to your taste, and spice it with nutmeg and ginger. A little wheaten flour can be shaken in to thicken it. It is then to be prepared on a bottom paste, and backed like a custard pie.\u201d \u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

This recipe is consistent with many others we found dating back as far as 1720.<\/p>\n

In fact, Thanksgiving<\/a> and pumpkin pie had gone together for so long we found variations of the recipe going back to the 17th<\/sup> century.<\/p>\n

This is how it was done from a cookbook published in 1675 called the Gentlewoman\u2019s Companion<\/em>, written by Hannah Woolley:<\/p>\n

Take a pound of Pompion, and slice it; an handful of Time, a little Rosemary, sweet Marjoram stripped off the stalks, chop them small; then take Cinamon, Nutmeg, Pepper, and | | 146 a few Cloves, all beaten; also ten Eggs, and beat them all together, with as much Sugar as you shall think sufficient; then fry them like a Froise; and being fried, let them stand till they are cold; Then fill your Pye after this manner: Take Apples sliced thin round-wise, and lay a layer of the Froise, and another of the Apples, with Currans betwixt the layers; be sure you put in good store of sweet Butter before you close it. When the Pye is baked, take six yolks of Eggs, some White-wine or Verjuice, and make a Caudle thereof, but not too thick; cut up the lid and put it in, and stire them well together whilst the Eggs and Pompions are not perceived, and so serve it up.<\/em><\/p>\n

~ Pumpkin Pie Poetry ~<\/strong><\/p>\n

But again \u2013 we were surprised not so much by the recipe but rather the enthusiasm for it.<\/p>\n

This was most often expressed in poetry.<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s a little rhyme from 1630:<\/p>\n

\u201cFor pottage and puddings and custards and pies,
\nOur pumpkins and parsnips are common supplies:
\nWe have pumpkins at morning and pumpkins at noon,
\nIf it were not for pumpkins, we would be undoon.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

More than 200 years later, the love<\/a> of pumpkin was going strong in this verse that was popular nation-wide:<\/p>\n

\u201cOh the pumpkin pie is the pie for me,
\nIt\u2019s beauty I greatly admire;
\n\u201cTis the pie that belongs to the \u2018land of the free\u2019,
\nIt is good for the child and its sire. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, the pumpkin pie is the freeman\u2019s pie,
\nAnd in it we\u2019ll put our trust;
\nNo humbug, like mince, can in it lie,
\nAnd it beareth no \u2018upper crust\u2019,<\/em><\/p>\n

If pumpkin pie but grew on trees,
\nAnd on the branches would sway,
\nThey would fill the air with a perfumed breeze,
\nAnd I\u2019d shake the trees every day.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

From 1854 this is how far pumpkin had come in the national esteem:<\/p>\n

\u201cO yellow orb! No hand divine is nigh,
\nTo snatch thee up and set thee in the sky,
\nA modern start, uncatalogued and new,
\nTo fright the saints and brother science too;
\nBut bide they time! \u2013 when chill November falls,
\nA voice shall issue from the State House walls;
\nAnd every person, from his pulpit high,
\nProclaim aloud Thanksgiving<\/a> day is nigh.<\/p>\n

Then, when around the domestic board
\nAffection\u2019s tide has tremulously poured;
\nWhen the fond mother \u2013 years of absence o\u2019er —
\nClasps to her heart her wandering child once more;
\nWhen love<\/a>, refusing to be longer pent,
\nSmiles in the eyes of timorous assent;
\nWhen laughing childhood, full of fowl and fun,
\nFinds to it wonder that it cannot run —
\n\u2018Tis then, O premium pumpkin! Then shall shine
\nIn splendor new this excellence of thine.
\nPie of my country! Still upon my breast
\nMidsummer sunbeams in November rest;
\nThe magic circle of thy snowy paste
\nDelights the eye and titillates the taste,
\nWhile through thy form the steel is ranging bright,
\nOur aqueous mother are puckered with delight,
\nAnd like faint soldiers who from fight would cease,
\nWe cry for quarter and demand a piece. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Thanksgiving of old America included a serious reverence the people of the 18th and 19th centuries had for pumpkin pie. Said the editor of the Philadelphia Ledger in 1837 \u201cthat he should like to be thrown into a pumpkin pie as large as Lake Superior, only deeper, and obliged it eat his way out.\u201d […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":25830,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","iawp_total_views":130,"footnotes":""},"categories":[28,85,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25829","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-christmas-features","category-christmas-foods","category-thanksgiving"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25829","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25829"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25829\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/25830"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25829"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25829"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mymerrychristmas.com\/x\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25829"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}