Monday, 18 March 2019

GEORGE ORWELL - A NICE STRONG CUPPA AND A PINT OF MILD




As an avid reader, cook and wine tutor, I eagerly explore the link between literature and our eating and drinking habits. The upcoming Ilminster Literary Festival (28 May – 6 June) provides the opportunity to consider one of our most famous, and best loved, authors, Eric Arthur Blair, better known as George Orwell.

A true eccentric, Orwell was keenly aware of social injustice, opposed to totalitarianism, and an outspoken supporter of democratic socialism; considering fish and chips, the pub, strong tea, cut price chocolate, the movies, and radio among the chief working-class comforts.

Most of us are familiar with his novels ‘Animal Farm’, and ‘1984’, which introduced the concept of ‘big brother’. The extent to which he foresaw the current social shift towards that kind of environment is particularly unsettling.

What is less well-known is Orwell’s keen interest in food and drink. His attitude to eating was hard-nosed – “what is a human being after all,” he wrote, "primarily a bag for putting food into".

Orwell's food writing often focused on the unpalatable side of English cuisine, but he also composed delightful essays on the pleasures of saffron buns, marrow jam and cottage loaves; his appetite for such dishes may well have been in response to wartime austerity.
Some of his food descriptions are quite vivid, focusing on the ‘grubbier’ (forgive the pun), side of what those he observed chose to consume.

In ‘The Road to Wigan Pier’, his description of Mr. Brooker’s squalid tripe shop, and his black thumb print on the bread and butter he serves, is revolting. Likewise, the image of  cooks and waiters fingering the steak in ‘Down and Out in Paris and London’ would be enough to curb anyone’s appetite.

However, his passion for English food comes through loud and clear in an essay, written in Dec. 1945, "In Defence of English Cooking", praising the virtues of such quintessentially English dishes as kippers, Yorkshire pudding, bread sauce, stilton cheese and Oxford marmalade.

Many traditional favourites have long since disappeared, but the current interest in our culinary heritage, largely fuelled by TV cooking programmes, has seen a revival of the likes of saffron buns, apple dumplings, jugged hare, potted shrimps and faggots; several of our top chefs have risen to the challenge, working with food historians to recreate dishes, adapting them to modern palates.

Orwell enjoyed a good cuppa and had Fortnum & Mason's tea delivered to him in Catalonia. In his 1946 essay, "A Nice Cup of Tea", Orwell wrote, "tea is one of the mainstays of civilisation in this country and causes violent disputes over how it should be made". The main issue was, and remains, whether to put tea in the cup first and add the milk afterward, or the other way around. Orwell asserts that ‘by putting the tea in first and stirring as one pours, one can exactly regulate the amount of milk whereas one is liable to put in too much milk if one does it the other way round.’ I agree wholeheartedly.

He gives eleven rules for the perfect cup of tea, the first of which is that one should use Indian or Ceylonese tea. I contacted Fortnum & Mason recently, and although unable to unearth details of the teas shipped out to Orwell, they did send me information from their archives; from Orwell’s description I would hazard a guess at ‘Perfection’, their blend of Assam and Ceylon teas, at 2s. 8d. for 1lb (equivalent to £4 today).  

In addition to giving advice on how to warm the pot beforehand, Orwell also stresses that the tea should be strong, and teapots made of china or earthenware.
He was a staunch advocate of drinking tea without sugar, suggesting that those who insist on drinking it with sugar should ‘Try drinking tea without sugar for, say, a fortnight and it is very unlikely that you will ever want to ruin your tea by sweetening it again.’
I know this to be true, as I tried it myself.

Orwell was an enthusiastic beer drinker, in moderation, despising lager drinkers. He used to frequent The Plough in Wallington, North Hertfordshire, coming in for a take-away pint of Simpson’s dark mild, which would be served in a mocha ware beer jug; in his opinion, “beer tastes better out of china”.

He is also often cited as being a driving force behind the rising popularity of Micropubs. In his essay about the fictional pub "The Moon Under Water", he extols this symbol of working-class life, the qualities he yearned for, and what remains for many of us the criteria for the perfect old-fashioned pub; small backstreet establishments, family-gathering places with a garden to the rear, a focus on providing good draft beer, light snacks, no music, and a welcoming atmosphere where conversation is encouraged, barmaids who know their customers by name and regulars who have their favourite spot in which to sit and pass the time of day in front of a roaring fire; solid, comfortable and dependable.

And finally, a cautionary quote, “A man may take to drink because he feels himself a failure, but then fail all the more completely because he drinks.” - George Orwell.

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