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Mrs Cratchit’s Roast Goose finally replicated!
The “Cratchit Goose” has been replicated -- and such a goose it was! I thawed the Manitoba fowl in the refrigerator for 3 days and when completely devoid of ice and rigour, removed the giblets and the terrific neck stuffed in the cavity and washed it thoroughly. Several onions were skinned and halved and inserted in the cavity The skin was thoroughly pricked throughout.
The goose was then put in a stainless steel roasting pan, breast down, and covered with fresh water. With the lid in place, the pan was inserted in a 450°F oven where it “simmered” for 3½-4 hours.
The poached bird was then removed, drained, righted in the pan and placed about 6 inches beneath the broiler for 25 minutes to brown.
Goose Grease is good for medicinal purposes... for a sore throat a tablespoon of goose grease mixed with honey will do the trick ... while chest congestion is alleviated by rubbing a glob on your chest and covering with a towel. This is a thoughtful and generous Christmas bauble suitably wrapped in seasonal paper and given to family and friends! Certainly Tiny Tim and his siblings would have been well acquainted with the fowl medication! Oddly, the custom of the exchange of Christmas Goose Grease had fallen out of favour in recent years.
and from Stave 3
Bob’s voice was tremulous when he told them this, and trembled more when he said that Tiny Tim was growing strong and hearty.
His active little crutch was heard upon the floor, and back came Tiny Tim before another word was spoken, escorted by his brother and sister to his stool beside the fire; and while Bob, turning up his cuffs, -- as if, poor fellow, they were capable of being made more shabby, -- compounded some hot mixture in a jug with gin and lemons, and stirred it round and round and put it on the hob to simmer, Master Peter and the two ubiquitous young Cratchits went to fetch the goose, with which they soon returned in high procession.
Mrs. Cratchit made the gravy (ready beforehand in a little saucepan) hissing hot; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigor; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha dusted the hot plates; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table; the two young Cratchits set chairs for everybody, not forgetting themselves, and mounting guard upon their posts, crammed spoons into their mouths, lest they should shriek for goose before their turn came to be helped. At last the dishes were set on, and grace was said. It was succeeded by a breathless pause, as Mrs. Cratchit, looking slowly all along the carving-knife, prepared to plunge it in the breast; but when she did, and when the long-expected gush of stuffing issued forth, one murmur of delight arose all round the board, and even Tiny Tim, excited by the two young Cratchits, beat on the table with the handle of his knife, and feebly cried, Hurrah!
There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn’t believe there ever was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavor, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish), they hadn’t ate it all at last!
Dickens’ Christmas materials
Yule be baking
Birds of the Season
Background Midi: From Oliver! - Food, Glorious Food!