Archive for July, 2016

TT: Cold as Ice

July 7, 2016

JANE: Alan, when we were discussing cocktails, when you said “the British don’t do ice,” you reminded me of something that’s always puzzled me.

Would You Like Ice in That?

Would You Like Ice in That?

The British seem to serve a lot of drinks warm that we’d serve either chilled or with ice in them.  What’s this aversion to a nice cold beer?

ALAN: Ah, that old myth… Like all myths, there’s a degree of truth in it, but the whole truth is rather more complex.

Firstly, of course, British room temperature is rather colder than the room temperatures that you are used to, so the beer is not quite as warm as you might expect it to be. But more importantly, the beer that the British drink is very different from the kind of beer that most of the rest of the world drinks.

JANE: If you say so…  What makes British beer so different?

ALAN: It all depends on the strain of yeast that is used to ferment the beer. Essentially there are two major kinds. One sits on the top of the liquid and forms a crust under which the liquid happily ferments. The other sinks to the bottom of the liquid and bubbles away down there until the beer is ready. Top fermenting yeasts tend to produce darker, more full-bodied beers that taste better when served at room temperature. Bottom fermenting yeasts tend to produce lighter beers that taste much better when served chilled. There are exceptions to this general idea, of course, but it’s not a bad rule of thumb.

JANE: Jim tends to like darker beers, precisely because he likes that “full-bodied” element, but I never realized that the type of yeast used was what made for the difference.

So it’s a bit like wine – red wines are best served at room temperature whereas white wines tend to taste better when they’re slightly chilled?

ALAN: That’s a good analogy. And, just like most of the rest of the world, the British are more than happy to agree that at the end of a hot and humid day, there’s nothing quite so refreshing as a nice cold beer. There’s a famous British WWII movie called Ice Cold In Alex. It’s about the fighting in the North African desert. A recurring theme has the protagonists dreaming of returning to base in Alexandria and drinking an ice cold beer or three…

JANE: So what about ice? You said that the British don’t do ice.

ALAN: For most of recorded history, the British have not had access to ice in any great quantity. In the seventeenth century Britain did import a small amount of ice from Scandinavia, and you can still find ice storage houses in some of Britain’s stately homes. It was a hideously expensive luxury and really only available to the upper classes.

I gather that Americans used to harvest ice during the winter (I assume from places like Alaska), and they’d store it in specially designed ice boxes to keep it frozen well into summer. Certainly by the middle of the nineteenth century, both America and Canada were exporting ice to Britain, and for a time it was quite fashionable (though still expensive) to have ice in your drinks. Queen Victoria was apparently very enthusiastic about the idea. But that didn’t stop the curmudgeons from grumbling and writing complaining letters to The Times about this new-fangled fashion that was ruining the wine…

JANE: That’s fascinating.  I can certainly see ice as a luxury good.  Maybe you’re being silly when you mention American ice coming from Alaska but, just in case, I’d better clarify.

Prior to the invention of the freezer, Americans did indeed harvest ice, but there was no need to go all the way to Alaska to do so.  A good, clean fresh water pond or lake was usually the source.  The ice was cut out in large chunks (because these take longer to thaw) and stored in buildings appropriately called ice houses.  The buildings were well-insulated and often at least partially underground.  For added insulation, the ice was often covered in sawdust.

ALAN: No, I wasn’t being silly.  I really didn’t know where Americans got their ice. Your ice houses sounds like they have the same design as the ice storage buildings you still sometimes find in the stately homes of old England.

In England, by the mid-twentieth century, fridges had started to become a household item, though they were quite small and the freezer compartment was very tiny. I remember being amazed when I watched imported American TV programmes – the fridges were huge! And they had shelves in the door! How weird…

Originally, there was only room in the freezer compartment of our domestic fridges for one tray of ice (or two if you were lucky) so the supply of ice in a household was always tiny. I remember once being severely told off by my father when I put two ice cubes in my drink. Clearly I was “wasting” ice…

JANE:  Interesting…  I want to come back to the subject of ice cubes, but first…  Has modern technology changed the temperature at which Brits prefer their drinks?

ALAN: Not really.  Ice is now easy to make and also very cheap.   Nevertheless, the British continue to regard it with suspicion. You might get one ice cube in your gin and tonic. You are unlikely to get two.

JANE: Seriously?  Do New Zealanders feel the same away about ice?  How about Australians?  Given the high temperatures in part of Australia, I’d think they’d like their drinks as cold as they can get them.

ALAN: That’s one part of their British heritage that New Zealanders and Australians have not continued with. They both have a very American attitude to ice, and cold drinks are everywhere.

JANE: That matches what I remember from my long-ago visit to New Zealand.

At what temperature do Brits prefer non-alcoholic drinks?  Here in the U.S., chilled water with ice is such a common preference that, unless water conservation is in effect, restaurants serve it even if it isn’t requested.

A very popular drink is iced tea.  Sodas are so often served with ice that one friend of mine who doesn’t like lots of ice in her soda has to specifically request that the ice be left out, and for her to be given a cup of ice on the side instead.

ALAN: In the UK, the water served in a restaurant will generally be at room temperature, perhaps even tepid. Again though, Australians and New Zealanders follow the American habit, thank goodness. There’s something very satisfying about a glass of ice-cold water…

As far as soft drinks go, they are seldom drunk by adults and iced tea is generally thought to be an abomination. Non-alcoholic drinks tend to be fruit juices (though ginger beer and lemon, lime and bitters are also quite popular) and yes, here they are served cold, often with ice. But not in the UK. Remember, the British don’t do ice…

JANE: I shall indeed remember.  It’s enough to make me want to pack an ice cube tray if I ever go to the UK.

And that reminds me.  I need to share the American evolution of the ice cube with you, but I’ll save that for next time!

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Jinx!

July 6, 2016

The other day, Jim and I were performing a delicate procedure.  When he announced we were done, I said, “Done?  You didn’t even tell me when we’d hit the half-way point!”

Heavy Clouds.  Maybe Rain?

Heavy Clouds. Maybe Rain?

He said, “It was going so well I didn’t want to say anything.  I think I was afraid I’d jinx us.”

I actually understood…  And then I thought how odd it was that I did.  I mean, would the outcome have changed?   Probably not.  In fact, knowing that we were half done would have made me more, not less, determined to see if we could finish the procedure in one go.

Nonetheless, not talking about something about which one hopes for a good outcome is perhaps the most potent modern superstition there is.

I looked up the word “jinx” before writing this.  Interestingly, my elderly (1947) Shorter Oxford English Dictionary doesn’t even include the word.  My Dictionary of American Slang (1960) did, defining it as “Bad luck; a cause of bad luck; a bad luck omen.”  Online dictionaries weren’t much more helpful.  Even talking about a jinx seems to be a jinx…

Sports is one area where fear of the jinx manifests itself most vividly – and not only among players, but among fans as well.  Don’t believe me?  Next time you’re with a bunch of avid fans of any sort of contest, say “Well, that’s a sure win!”

Almost certainly someone will protest, “Don’t say that!  You’ll jinx them!”

Now, this might make some sense if the speakers were active participants.  Overconfidence certainly can lead to carelessness.  For example, Jim might have subconsciously dreaded that if he told me we were half-way done, I might have ceased to be as attentive as I needed to be.

But that observers should feel their words could influence the outcome…  That defies logic!  Yet even fans of a televised contest will react as if their words, actions, even attire, can affect a win/lose situation .

I’m not much of a sports fan, but I see my own fear of “jinxing” something manifest in regards to weather…   Here in New Mexico, we almost always need rain.  However, if Jim mentions that some nice thunderheads are forming, my likely reaction is “Don’t say anything.  You might scare them off!”

Do I really believe this?  Well, intellectually, of course I don’t.  However, human nature is far from wholly intellectual.  On some level, I guess I must believe that.

But there’s another thing with which I associate the word “jinx.”  Oddly enough, it seems to have absolutely nothing to do with the first.

When you were a kid, did you say “Jinx!” when two people said the same thing at the same time?  If so, did you have a reason for doing so?  As I recall, it was mostly for fun, but there was a vague sense that if you said “Jinx!” first, then you were averting some sort of bad luck that, I guess, came from the coincidence.

I wonder if the entire complex of reactions surrounding the concept of the jinx has to do with the fear that drawing attention to something will cause some supernatural force to decide to influence matters so that the desired outcome won’t happen.  That would certainly tie together two otherwise unconnected associations of the word.

Two people saying exactly the same thing at the same moment is an odd occurrence.  This oddity, then, could draw attention of supernatural forces…  Right?

Or not!  Whatever the case, I love these little manifestations that show how superstition still reigns, even in our supposedly modern, intellectually dominated, scientific era.

Now I’m wondering, what other old superstitions still reign supreme.  Black cats crossing your path?  Walking under ladders?  Broken mirrors?

FF: Best Thing About Air Travel

July 1, 2016

The best thing about air travel is that it gives me a lot of time to read.  That’s why this week’s print list is so long and the audio is not.

They're Not Using It!

They’re Not Using It!

For those of you just discovering this feature, the Friday Fragments lists what I’ve read over the past week.  Most of the time I don’t include details of either short fiction (unless part of a book-length collection) or magazine articles.

The Fragments are not meant to be a recommendation list.  If you’re interested in a not-at-all-inclusive recommendation list, you can look on my website under Neat Stuff.

Once again, this is not a book review column.  It’s just a list with, maybe, a bit of description or a few opinions tossed in.

Recently Completed:

A Caribbean Mystery by Agatha Christie.  Audiobook.  Reader has no idea how to do American accents, but otherwise is fine.  Miss Marple looks for trouble – and finds it.  An old favorite.

Nobody’s Princess by Esther Friesner.  Fun read, really picked up after first third.

Kingfisher by Patricia A. McKillip.  The kitchen element grounded an oft-retold legend.  I also like the modern take on knights.

Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library by Chris Grabenstein.  Recommended by my eleven year-old nephew Tim.  I quite enjoyed.

Jellicoe Road by Melina MarchettaI loved this book the first time I read it.  If possible, I loved it more the second time.

In Progress:

Negima! Magister Magi by Ken Akamatsu.  Manga.  I’d read the first 23 of these, then a gap in library holdings caused me to stop.  Now I’ve started again.

Wonders of the Invisible World by Patricia A. McKillip.  Short story collection.  Just started.

Onion Girl by Charles De Lint. Audiobook.  I read this in print when it first came out.  Seeing the audio tempted me into a revisit.  Just started.

Also:

Proofing a manuscript, again…