Thursday, 27 March 2014

81. A Recipe for a Pink Strawberry Cake



for Ianthe & Sophie, whose birthday cakes it was

Dear children, this was your birthday cake
– the pink ones with strawberries on
but I’ll miss those off now I’m afraid
as they really do turn into an ungrateful ooze
unstable, disordered & mankily slimy
so here is what you’ll need
- something particular:
           175 g self-raising flour
               + a little more for prepping the tin
           175 g butter (not hard!
                 - take it out of the fridge
                 ages before you cook
               + a little more for prepping the tin
           175 g caster sugar
           3 medium eggs
           250 g fresh-picked strawberries
           pinch of salt
           couple of tablespoons good apricot jam
           a little lemon juice
           250 g icing sugar
           – not at all heterogeneous & all quite luscious

Now wipe with butter the inside of a cake tin
spoon a little flour into it, coat all the butter
& empty out the rest; then the oven must turn on at mark 5/190º/170º
before taking a big bowl, cream together the caster sugar
with all your butter cut into small pieces, which means
mashing them all together with a fork heroically
until they reach a bright light yellow fluff
like golden mashed potato – next
squash 150g strawberries in a little bowl
– again, mash ‘em up fiercely with a fork
next eggs must be separated, yolk from white
break each in a little shallow bowl
hold back with a fork the yolk &
tip the whites into another bowl (medium-sized, say
then add the yolk to the yellow fluffy, one at a time
beating them in well with your beating fork
next sift your flour with the salt into another medium bowl
& whisk up in their bowl the egg whites
with fork or better a whisk until they rise
like little mountains, the soft becoming stiffish
fold the flour & the strawberry mush into the yellow mix
carefully using a big metal spoon in a, yes, folding sort of action
to mix without any rough or sudden beating – gently! – and
when that’s all one, fold in next the shining white mountains
turn out (that means spoon it out!) your beautiful pink cake mix
into the empty tin & pop it in the oven with care
let it cook for 40 minutes at least – a little more if two
check by putting in a skewer so it comes out clean
without any sticky uncooked dough upon it when ready
take it out of the oven with heavy gloves
& let it cool a little before then
you turn it when you can handle it onto a wire rack
using a palette knife to ease it from the edges first
and let it cool completely, like some marble obelisk

Finally the topping: in a very little saucepan
heat up the jam with a tablespoon of water & the lemon juice
let it just simmer for about five minutes & then
with great care brush this burning hot liquid (not
any apricot pieces!) across the cake’s top to glaze it
- to stop the icing getting caught up with crumbs
let it cool while you make the icing next
first juicily squeeze 100 g strawberries into a jug
mashing them hard in a sieve with a spoon
next get a medium sized bowl & set it in
a larger pan or bowl of quite warm water
sift your icing sugar into this medium bowl
carefully add a little of the beautiful clear red ooze
beat it in using a wooden spoon
and slowly add more in little bits until it’s just right
when the icing coats thickly the back of the spoon
without all running off and shows too a lovely gloss
then spoon it & carefully let it flow as you cover
never mind when it flows down the sides!
leave it for several hours to begin to set
then eat your cake – shared please with all your friends
sharing food is the true origin of all friendship, dear girls
& of all good ways of living
never forget that, but be grateful

[I adapted the recipe from a specialist baking book, Cordon Bleu Baking 1: Breads, Cakes & Biscuits (CBC/B.P.C. Publishing Ltd, 1971), but have used a very simplified & perfectly adequate glacé icing recipe from a sound basic cookery text, Bee Nilsson’s The Penguin Cookery Course (Penguin, 1952). The cake is delightful: not too sweet, with an interesting texture from the crushed strawberry, & the icing tastily sweet. Old cakes are best – and new poems! No one need feel guilty eating it, and though it really isn’t strictly child’s play, a lot can be done by young children with support & care. Let them help to create this feast!]

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

80. This Time the Pus Was Right



“Arguments made on the bodies of the dead were also expounded on the bodies of the living.”
Robin Fleming, Britain After Rome: The Fall and Rise, 400-1070 (The Penguin History of Britain, Vol II) (Penguin Books, 2011), p 99

The hopeful pink ideology of the permanence of privilege
             Time the [embalmer]
                         suddenly shaken
                         all sorts of noisy stranger
Improvisation
               like origin legends                   – again!
Hits us                the distinctive little culture
                be our marker montage

Alban, moreover, was decapitated
Offa can bring justice next
           start to adjust burial fashions
             are    time itself [and coinage]
             a kind of barbarizing, heroicizing, high-status material culture
Spilt gravy            feasting on damson pie
Sour fluid is dirty
No         to the head cult
And         that obelisk that suddenly

The [anything particular]
We are very fluid underneath
     milk and heterogeneous, thankful
This          pus
                     O grateful ooze!

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

79. Written After Witnessing Two Unicorns Beaten to Destruction in a Churchyard near Us



For David Houssart

Weddings are strange – True
The pretty pink poets start in
And adjust. Time the muumuus
OK. We are exposed here suddenly

Improvisation is in – Again
Cancer glamour like light
Shoves us up to adjust the muumuus
This voyage can be the marker

Remember reality is right – Only
Offa can prick this to us
Somehow we start to adjust. Muumuus
True to tell are the train this time

In gravy we hear hope – Wake up!
Sour fluid is the only material all right
No reality to adjust – Muumuus here again
And this strange glamour that sheathed us

The city can wake up clear – Hey!
We are suddenly pretty again like somehow
Pink milk and muumuus. Adjust all, you gravy
This time the pus was right

Monday, 24 March 2014

78. Somehowness Demonstrated & Adjusted to



Here we are, exposed to all
Material reality shoves at us
True to tell, Offa was right
Somehow

The limits of improvisation
Pretty clear – soup from pus?
Sour milk only & no gravy train
OK - adjust

Remember that glamour is grammar!
You can wake up to all this
Suddenly sheathed in fluid light
Somehow

Poets like weddings we hope
Hey! Time to start again
Prick on the muumuus! And
OK – adjust