Thursday, March 23, 2017

The History of Ice Cream

The Evolution of Ice Cream

Ice cream's origins are known to reach back as far as the second century B.C., although no specific date of origin nor inventor has been indisputably credited with its discovery. We know that Alexander the Great enjoyed snow and ice flavored with honey and nectar. Biblical references also show that King Solomon was fond of iced drinks during harvesting. During the Roman Empire, Nero Claudius Caesar (A.D. 54-86) frequently sent runners into the mountains for snow, which was then flavored with fruits and juices.

Over a thousand years later, Marco Polo returned to Italy from the Far East with a recipe that closely resembled what is now called sherbet. Historians estimate that this recipe evolved into ice cream sometime in the 16th century. England seems to have discovered ice cream at the same time, or perhaps even earlier than the Italians. "Cream Ice," as it was called, appeared regularly at the table of Charles I during the 17th century. France was introduced to similar frozen desserts in 1553 by the Italian Catherine de Medici when she became the wife of Henry II of France. It wasn't until 1660 that ice cream was made available to the general public. The Sicilian Procopio introduced a recipe blending milk, cream, butter and eggs at Café Procope, the first café in Paris.

Ice Cream for America

The first official account of ice cream in the New World comes from a letter written in 1744 by a guest of Maryland Governor William Bladen. The first advertisement for ice cream in this country appeared in the New York Gazette on May 12, 1777, when confectioner Philip Lenzi announced that ice cream was available "almost every day." Records kept by a Chatham Street, New York, merchant show that President George Washington spent approximately $200 for ice cream during the summer of 1790. Inventory records of Mount Vernon taken after Washington's death revealed "two pewter ice cream pots." President Thomas Jefferson was said to have a favorite 18-step recipe for an ice cream delicacy that resembled a modern-day Baked Alaska. Check out President Jefferson's vanilla ice cream recipe here. In 1813, Dolley Madison served a magnificent strawberry ice cream creation at President Madison's second inaugural banquet at the White House.

Until 1800, ice cream remained a rare and exotic dessert enjoyed mostly by the elite. Around 1800, insulated ice houses were invented. Manufacturing ice cream soon became an industry in America, pioneered in 1851 by a Baltimore milk dealer named Jacob Fussell. Like other American industries, ice cream production increased because of technological innovations, including steam power, mechanical refrigeration, the homogenizer, electric power and motors, packing machines, and new freezing processes and equipment.
 
In addition, motorized delivery vehicles dramatically changed the industry. Due to ongoing technological advances, today's total frozen dairy annual production in the United States is more than 1.6 billion gallons.
Wide availability of ice cream in the late 19th century led to new creations. In 1874, the American soda fountain shop and the profession of the "soda jerk" emerged with the invention of the ice cream soda. In response to religious criticism for eating "sinfully" rich ice cream sodas on Sundays, ice cream merchants left out the carbonated water and invented the ice cream "Sunday" in the late 1890's. The name was eventually changed to "sundae" to remove any connection with the Sabbath.

Ice cream became an edible morale symbol during World War II. Each branch of the military tried to outdo the others in serving ice cream to its troops. In 1945, the first "floating ice cream parlor" was built for sailors in the western Pacific. When the war ended, and dairy product rationing was lifted, America celebrated its victory with ice cream. Americans consumed over 20 quarts of ice cream per person in 1946.

In the 1940s through the ‘70s, ice cream production was relatively constant in the United States. As more prepackaged ice cream was sold through supermarkets, traditional ice cream parlors and soda fountains started to disappear. Now, specialty ice cream stores and unique restaurants that feature ice cream dishes have surged in popularity. These stores and restaurants are popular with those who remember the ice cream shops and soda fountains of days past, as well as with new generations of ice cream fans.

Article thanks to Internations Dairy Foods Association

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

TENDER TOUCH RECEIVES AWARD

 TENDER TOUCH RECEIVES BOOKS AND BENCHES BOOK AWARD AS A FINALIST IN THE WESTERN CATEGORY


A READER'S OPINION

Readers of western romance will enjoy Tender Touch.

This is the first book I've read by the author and I wasn't disappointed in the time I spent with Brianna and Columbus. Brianna Wight escaped a horrible situation with success and now she must flee, but she can't do it by herself. Enters Columbus Nigh, a mountain man turned guide, with his own tragedies. He isn't what I expected from a typical western romance hero but this character had interesting depths to explore. Brianna's personality proved difficult from time to time but there was a reason for her behavior and I found myself sympathetic toward her plights.

The author is very descriptive when it comes to the era and landscape whether good or unpleasant. She engages the reader through to the end with an unexpected twist and a conclusion worthy of the characters. 
Star Rating: 4 Stars | Content Rating: 4 Hearts | Reviewed by: Kaylie Morgan


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Sunday, March 19, 2017

New Blog on Vintage Clothing

Some of you may remember the articles I used to post by the knowledgeable MaryAnn DiSpirito Wales. I've lost those posts, due to my old blog being deleted, so I've started a new one called Grandma's Closet.
http://petticoatgrandma.blogspot.com/
To start it off, until I get new articles or reissues from MaryAnn, I'm posting old blogs on vintage accessories such as purses, compacts, and parasols. I hope you'll take a look and subscribe in order to get notices of new posts.

If you have any interest in learning what clothes were worn in the nineteenth century and beyond that, and care about accuracy, you'll love Grandma's Closet. I will also be posting images of old clothes and any tidbits I can find on the subject. Please join me and spread the word about Grandma's Closet.




Thursday, March 9, 2017

THE BATTLE OF NUECES, by Frank Kelso



I'm honored today to have Frank Kelso here to talk about his book, True To The Union. Take it away, Frank.

Kelso here to talk about his book,

Southern writers have become their own genre. They often find the roots of their stories hidden in the Civil War, a tragic war spilling the blood of 620,000 people. History has forever linked the Civil War to slavery’s tragedy. No Southern writer today should deny the lasting damage slavery caused. Nor should they deny the generations-long damage Southern people suffered from the War and Reconstruction. The War altered the southern mindset, instilling a passive-aggressive nature in a society that no longer tolerated open rebellion or public discord.

In recognition of these factors, Civil War events are the basis of the historical fiction I write. To develop new story ideas, I peruse Civil War history books and internet sites, focusing on events that are stranger than fiction. My stories seek to neither glorify nor condemn one side or the other, but instead illustrate how the War affected the men and women in that period and their heirs. My writing puts a human face to the tragedy and incorporates elements to make the story relevant in today’s society.

One incident catching my attention was the death of sixty German immigrants who, faced with conscription into the Confederate Army, fled toward the Mexican border, ninety miles south. A Confederate detachment of Texans intercepted the Germans at the Nueces River. The ensuing battle resulted in their deaths; they executed the wounded after the shooting ended. In Gainesville, Texas, Confederate forces hung more than 40 men as “traitors” for belonging to the Union League. Jefferson Davis condemned both events and forbade such future action.
 
How do you put a human face on such tragedy? I studied the circumstances leading the “Battle of Nueces,” as the Confederacy called it. The Germans, who spoke little English, neither understood the issues nor related to the angst of their Texan neighbors advocating secession, and War if need be. These immigrants came to the United States to avoid martial conflicts in Germany; their initial loyalty lay with the country that gave them refuge. For the Texans, the immigrants were cowards and traitors, deserving death. The immigrants who remained behind found their young men facing conscription (Draft) into the Confederate Army, which needed men to feed the insatiable war in the East.

In my award-winning short story, True to the Union, I imagined one such German family. I show their struggle with the decision to send their seventeen-year-old son, Wilhelm Anschutz, across the wild prairie to (Union) New Mexico to prevent his conscription. I follow Wil’s journey to West Texas where he thwarts an attack by marauding Kiowa on a farmstead after its family befriends him. A small Confederate patrol arrives afterwards, intending to conscript all the men into the Army. The officer plans to escort the farmstead’s men to Austin, where they will confiscate the men’s goods, wagon, and horses. Wil’s friends face losing the farm and homestead they’ve struggled to build, which will leave the wife and children destitute and alone. His friends and he share the same fate leading Wil to stand beside his friends to the end.

Comfort, Texas, built a monument to their fallen friends who died in the Battle of Nueces, determined to be True to the Union, the title of the monument.The immigrant dilemma of different origins, languages, and cultures pulls at the fabric of our society now, as then. Tolerance is an easy word to say and yet hard to put into practice.

 Book description:
Across a nation divided by the Civil War, neighbor fought neighbor. In Texas, Confederate Texans considered Texas members of the Union League, who voted against secession, to be traitors to the Confederacy. Confederate Texans hunted these individuals and executed or hung them without mercy. Sixty German immigrants from Fredericksburg Texas were slaughtered on the banks of the Nueces River for being "True to the Union."

Author Bio:
Frank Kelso grew up around Kansas City, Missouri, the origin of the Santa Fe Trail. Historic sites, monuments, and statues abound highlighting the journey west, including the Wagons West, Pioneer Women, and the Indian Scout located on the bluffs overlooking the wide Missouri. Writing western themed books fit with his upbringing. His parents considered storytelling a family tradition, and the taller the tale, the better, when sharing around the supper table. A biomedical research scientist in his day job, Frank writes short stories and novels to keep the family traditions alive.
 
Frank has several of his award winning short stories available on Amazon, which he uses to promote a following for his coming novels, “The Apprenticeship of Nigel Blackthorn” to be released in Fall of 2017 and “A Message to Santa Fe,” to be released in Spring of 2018.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

LYN HORNER HAS A NEW RELEASE





Thank you, Charlene, for having me over today. I’m happy to visit you and talk about THE POSSE, a new western romance anthology I am excited to be part of, as are you, I’m sure.

For those who don’t know, THE POSSE is available for pre-order right now on Amazon for the bargain price of 99c. It will be released on March 15th. US  UK  CA  AU

This collection features eight short stories of action and romance by seven authors known for high voltage western fiction. Besides Charlene and myself, they are Frank Kelso, cj petterson, Chimp Robertson, JS Stroud and Chuck Tyrell. Frank contributed two stories.

My story, The Schoolmarm’s Hero, is set in 1880 Colorado. When schoolmarm Mattie Schoenbrun is kidnapped by a pair of drunken, murderous cowboys, Marshal Trace Balfour leads a posse after them, determined to save the woman he has come to respect and desire.


Here’s an excerpt from the opening scene:

“Move aside,” Marshal Trace Balfour ordered, pushing through the noisy throng gathered in the street outside the Golden Slipper Saloon. Their shouts and laughter had drawn him from his office farther along the street. Among the crowd, he identified the local Methodist preacher, the undertaker, and the owner of the mercantile across the dusty street. A half-dozen ranch hands, in town on Saturday, made most of the racket.

Trace also noticed the schoolmarm, Matilda Schoenbrun. With her brown hair wound into a tight bun at her nape, she wore a matching drab brown calico gown; she brought to mind a brown jay like those who pestered him when a boy in south Texas. After she spotted him, she drew her shoulders back, pressing her lips into a tight line to gaze down her bespectacled little nose, setting his teeth on edge.

“Marshal, please put a stop to this.” she demanded in a haughty voice.

“Ma’am, that’s what I aim to do.” Touching his hat to her, he shouldered aside bystanders whose laughter and catcalls almost overwhelmed the shrieks coming from a pair of females rolling in the dirt. Trace recognized them as saloon girls from the Golden Slipper. With red and purple skirts bunched around their knees, they fought like animals, scratching, biting, and pulling one another’s hair.

He’d rather face a gang of bank robbers than deal with these snarling wildcats. Almost tripping over their tangled petticoats, he grabbed the flailing arm of one saloon girl while he snagged the back of the other’s laced black bodice.

“That’s enough.” he growled, hauling them to their feet. One, a red-haired gal named Nellie, screeched a high note while raking his restraining hand with her sharp nails. The other, a blonde whose name he forgot, slapped his face. Cursing under his breath, he gave both snarling females a hard shake. “I said that’s enough, ladies. Either stop this or spend the night in jail.”

“I’ll behave if she will.” Nellie sneered, jabbing a finger toward the other woman.

“Let go, lawman. I won’t touch her,” said the blonde, glaring at her antagonist.

Trace glanced from one to the other. “I don’t know what started this, and I don’t care. Just remember what I said. Any more trouble from you two, I’ll throw both of you in jail. Got it?”

After receiving a grumbled, “Yeah,” from each, he released them. He watched them shake the dust from their tawdry clothes before flouncing into the saloon. Along the way, each gave the other dirty looks while pushing through the batwing doors. With them gone, he faced the crowd.

“It’s over, folks. Go on about your business.” While the onlookers dispersed, he examined his left hand. The scratches Nellie inflicted stung like the devil; blood dripped from two of them. A woman clearing her throat drew his attention.

Glancing around, he found Matilda Schoenbrun standing nearby, her brow wrinkled with worry. A thought popped into his head unbidden; she might be kind of pretty if she removed her specs, let her hair down, and smiled for a change.

“Those need cleaning,” she said, pointing a slender gloved finger at his hand. “It could turn into blood poisoning.”

He frowned at the oozing scratches. “Yeah, I reckon I’d better pay Doc Aikens a call.”

“He’s not in. I spoke with Mrs. Aikens at the mercantile a short while ago. She mentioned her husband is tending a patient who lives ten miles from town.”

Trace shrugged. “In that case, I’ll take care of it myself. Thanks for saving me a trip to the doc’s place, ma’am.” He shifted to stroll away, but her irritated voice halted him.

“I have a name, you know. It’s Miss Schoenbrun or, or Matilda, if you prefer.” Her cheeks grew red while her gaze skittered away. Her nervous hands twisted the drawstrings of her black reticule.

“Yes, ma’am, err, I mean Miz Schoenbrun. I know your name.” He rubbed his mouth to hide a grin at her embarrassment. Behind her prim and proper lady act, he realized she was as bashful as a young girl just out of the schoolroom.

She cleared her throat, again, darting a swift glance at him. “I can clean and bandage your hand, if you like.”

“That’s right kind of you, Miz … Matilda,” he said, uncertain how to proceed.

“It’s the least I can do after goading you into ending the fight. I’m sorry that vile woman scratched you.”

“Yeah, well, when you mess with a wildcat, you’re bound to get scratched.” He allowed himself a wide grin this time. “Besides, you didn’t goad me into anything. It’s my job to keep the peace.”

Her shoulders stiffened before she lifted her chin. “Be that as it may, I believe it my duty to tend your hand. I keep bandages and carbolic at the schoolhouse for scraped knees and elbows. Come with me.” She whirled, marching away. She expected him to obey like one of her students.

“Blasted female,” Trace muttered, following in her wake. He always thought of her as the skinny old maid, but from this view, she wasn’t all that thin. He canted his head, finding himself admiring the sway of her rounded hips while her skirt swished back and forth.
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Surprises lie in store for both Mattie and Trace. Will being a hero end in love or tragedy? Find out in THE POSSE.


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Lyn Horner resides in Fort Worth, Texas, with her husband and several very spoiled cats. Trained in the visual arts, Lyn worked as a fashion illustrator and art instructor before she took up writing. She loves crafting passionate, action-packed love stories, both historical and contemporary. Her Texas Devlins series blends Old West settings, steamy romance and a glimmer of the mysterious. This series has won multiple awards and nominations.

Lyn is currently writing book six in her paranormal/romantic suspense series Romancing the Guardians. These books combine her trademark supernatural flashes with Irish folklore and a chilling prophetic theme. All feature thunderous action, suspense and sizzling romance.