Time Period: 1650-1799
Back before elections assumed national importance, local votes were a big deal for a lot of communities. In the earliest days of America, towns would have a holiday on election day, and gigantic Election Cakes would be baked to mark the celebration. Similar cakes were baked to mark other festive occasions. Around Christmastime in 1797, George Washington returned home to Virginia after his two terms as president, and Martha Washington is said to have baked a great cake much like this to honor his homecoming. "Great" cakes were called such because they held a huge quantity of spices and dried fruit and were extremely dense.
Fruitcake does not enjoy an admirable reputation in America these days, but colonial Americans wouldn't recognize what modern citizens rightly despise. There's good news for fruitcake, though: People are beginning to realize that if you can ignore what fruitcake has become and adapt an old-fashioned recipe, instead, it can be downright tasty.
This cake had a lot of interesting facets to it. For one, the first step was to wake up at the crack of dawn so I could begin soaking currants in white wine. Once the fruit was in a covered bowl to stay warm and happy while it sucked up the booze, I went back to bed. A couple hours later, I sprang up to get to work. The batter itself started pretty standard; eggs, flour, sugar... The usual stuff. But then instead of adding milk for the liquid component, it was the remainder of the wine once the currants were strained out.
That wasn't the final twist. Once the currants were stirred in, and the batter went into the loaf pan, it was time to bake. Most cakes go into a hot oven for a short burst of time. This one was the complete opposite. It went in at an extremely low temperature and baked for more than two hours.
Once it was out and cooled, Tiddy and I sliced into it. It was fairly decent, and I looked over the recipe again, noting that it promised that this cake gets better the more it sits. We tried some more hours later, and lo and behold, it was true. The flavors had melded even more, and the texture had firmed up. So, it's time to see what a little patience will bring: I'm writing this just before bedtime, and am looking forward to seeing what another overnight rest will do for this cake.
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Back before elections assumed national importance, local votes were a big deal for a lot of communities. In the earliest days of America, towns would have a holiday on election day, and gigantic Election Cakes would be baked to mark the celebration. Similar cakes were baked to mark other festive occasions. Around Christmastime in 1797, George Washington returned home to Virginia after his two terms as president, and Martha Washington is said to have baked a great cake much like this to honor his homecoming. "Great" cakes were called such because they held a huge quantity of spices and dried fruit and were extremely dense.
Fruitcake does not enjoy an admirable reputation in America these days, but colonial Americans wouldn't recognize what modern citizens rightly despise. There's good news for fruitcake, though: People are beginning to realize that if you can ignore what fruitcake has become and adapt an old-fashioned recipe, instead, it can be downright tasty.
This cake had a lot of interesting facets to it. For one, the first step was to wake up at the crack of dawn so I could begin soaking currants in white wine. Once the fruit was in a covered bowl to stay warm and happy while it sucked up the booze, I went back to bed. A couple hours later, I sprang up to get to work. The batter itself started pretty standard; eggs, flour, sugar... The usual stuff. But then instead of adding milk for the liquid component, it was the remainder of the wine once the currants were strained out.
That wasn't the final twist. Once the currants were stirred in, and the batter went into the loaf pan, it was time to bake. Most cakes go into a hot oven for a short burst of time. This one was the complete opposite. It went in at an extremely low temperature and baked for more than two hours.
Once it was out and cooled, Tiddy and I sliced into it. It was fairly decent, and I looked over the recipe again, noting that it promised that this cake gets better the more it sits. We tried some more hours later, and lo and behold, it was true. The flavors had melded even more, and the texture had firmed up. So, it's time to see what a little patience will bring: I'm writing this just before bedtime, and am looking forward to seeing what another overnight rest will do for this cake.