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Horn Bread

I’ve been reading Suosso’s Lane by Robert Knox

Suosso's Lane cover

and this is Bob

Bob Knox

Bob and I were neighbors once upon a time; he also has a day job as a correspondent at the Boston Globe.

The book is about Bartolomeo Vanzetti  and some about Nicola Sacco (as in Sacco and Vanzetti – ring any bells?)

 

Sacco Vanzetti

Suosso’s Lane is a real street in North Plymouth and Bartolomeo Vanzetti lived there.

Suoso Lane street

It’s in North Plymouth, and small enough to hardly read on most maps

But all this North Plymouth talk has gotten people nostalgic for foods that they remember from North Plymouth.

Foods like Horn Bread

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This was when the 3A Cafe was making Horn Bread. North Plymouth horn bread is a little different from other sorts of horn bread.

This is Italian Horn Bread:

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This is from the same part of north Italy that bakers of North Plymouth came from.But when you move, things change.

The only recipe I could find for this horn bread is not quite right.In one part, because it was written by someone who is not a recipe writer; but also because this was a baker’s bread and that makes it difficult to copy in a home kitchen. It’s not the talent of the baker – it’s the equipment and the scale.

Here’s a link to The Fresh Loaf discussion of Horn Bread – check out the star bread, too.

Here’s a link to a North Plymouth Horn Bread story from several years ago.

Check Robert Knox blog and read Suosso’s Lane.

And if you have a source for homemade horn bread, please share!

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“April is the cruellest month”

Thank you, TS Eliot for summing up the weather situation in New England – too hot, too cold, too wet, too dry.

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He wrote really great poetry, not just random lines that sound like rants.

Eliot is pretty famous for this book:

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a book made more famous by the musical..

CATS music

It was too windy or too rainy or too cold to plant garden seeds – but the weeds are doing just fine.

But enough about the weather..

I’ve been to book launches –

James W. Baker, formerly of Plimoth Plantation  was up to his eyeballs in a new edition of a 17th century sermon…

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The book is great because there’s a copy of the 17th century page facing an transcribed one….as well as annotations by Jim

and then a former neighbor published a 20th century Plymouth history…of Plymouth connection to Bartolomeo Vanzetti of the Sacco and Vanzetti trials

Suosso's Lane

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Edna St Vincent Millay (when she wasn’t hanging out with the like of TS Eliot) wrote a poem about this trial

Justice Denied in Massachusetts

Let us abandon then our gardens and go home
And sit in the sitting-room
Shall the larkspur blossom or the corn grow under this cloud?
Sour to the fruitful seed
Is the cold earth under this cloud,
Fostering quack and weed, we have marched upon but cannot
conquer;
We have bent the blades of our hoes against the stalks of them.

Let us go home, and sit in the sitting room.
Not in our day
Shall the cloud go over and the sun rise as before,
Beneficent upon us
Out of the glittering bay,
And the warm winds be blown inward from the sea
Moving the blades of corn
With a peaceful sound.

Forlorn, forlorn,
Stands the blue hay-rack by the empty mow.
And the petals drop to the ground,
Leaving the tree unfruited.
The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed
uprooted—
We shall not feel it again.
We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain.

What from the splendid dead
We have inherited —
Furrows sweet to the grain, and the weed subdued —
See now the slug and the mildew plunder.
Evil does overwhelm
The larkspur and the corn;
We have seen them go under.

Let us sit here, sit still,
Here in the sitting-room until we die;
At the step of Death on the walk, rise and go;
Leaving to our children’s children the beautiful doorway,
And this elm,
And a blighted earth to till
With a broken hoe.

There was a little field trip to Wahlburgers….I had a turkey burger…with sweet potato tots
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And I went to both a Beer tasting and a Beer dinner……

AND ….I’ve been spending time at the Richard Sparrow House. Among other things they have a very fantastic wafer iron.

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Tree of Life on one side the year 1752 and another tree on the other

 

April is the cruelest  because it’s just too much.

It’s not really a complaint, it just is.

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Vincent Van Gogh Field of Yellow Flowers April 1889

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