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Audible Geographies
in Latin America
Audible Geographies
in Latin America
Sounds of Race and Place
Dylon Lamar Robbins
Department of Spanish and Portuguese/Center
for Latin American and Caribbean Studies
(CLACS)
New York University
New York, NY, USA
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uses. But it was the liner notes that set the pace for me on these occasions,
for the thought of listening without the accoutrements afforded textually,
as transcendentally stimulating and inviting as it could be, always felt more
complete with its contextualization. While consuming more liner notes than
records, I would check recording dates, personnel, composers, and venues. I
would savor the incidentally revealed idiosyncrasy, the tragic circumstance,
the scandalous anecdote. And in some of the larger stores, I would pass over
so many records that I could visit entire movements or periods in an after-
noon. On one of those visits, I encountered Mile Davis’ ESP (1965), which
is, after all, a very special record, for it inaugurates one of Miles’ most adven-
turous periods: his final departure from the standard repertoire, and the
beginning of his transition from the fully acoustic and harmonically sophis-
ticated to the electrified, funk-infused jams that would alienate some of his
fans while garnering him others. I was surprised and somewhat displeased
to find that the notes that I had grown to expect were missing from this
record, and in their place, I found a Cummingsesque hodgepodge of Miles’
song titles, authored apparently by jazz critic, journalist, and Rolling Stone
co-founder, Ralph J. Gleason. It was a gathering of upper and lower-case
letters bound by the full range of punctuation into a prosaic nonsense. My
afternoon’s exploration of pertinent facts and information had been inter-
rupted by a poem. My expectations, moreover, were being toyed with, (dec-
ades after the fact, even) and I recall looking down my nose at that record
with a quiet contempt for its whimsy and excess.
These disappointments were small in comparison to everything else
involved in that and other similar encounters. For it was in moments like
that one and in places like those—record stores, sebos, flea markets, yard
sales, trash heaps, or any other improvised and informal archives—that
many of the central questions premising this book began to take shape. To
be clear, this is not a book about Miles Davis or Jazz, nor about musical
avant-gardes, journalism, or the ambivalent exchanges between artists and
critics. It is, however, about sound and listening, and about the social inflec-
tions of the practices they involve and the different techniques and tech-
nologies that they entail for some listeners. Questions involving sound and
objects, listening and reading, inscription, reproduction, and transmission.
Questions that arise from the contours of the circuits of these objects and
their different placements in time, and thus, historical questions. Questions
concerning empire and coloniality. Questions that respond to territory and
topography, to migration and belonging. Questions emerging from the
diverse qualifications and intersections traversing instances of listening and
Preface: As a Listener ix
sounding, and how the convergence of all of these convene spectators and
listeners, readers and writers, as they interact with and are affected by each
other, and as they ask of us that we listen, possibly audio-visually, for “histo-
ries of [their] listening.”1
Despite these greater implications, my sense of listening has been gen-
erally guided by more practical concerns than speculative or philosophical
ones. It was in the midst of some of these record researches that I was joy-
fully engaged in playing saxophone with different groups in Austin, Texas
while studying physics and music. It was a class on wave motion and optics,
with the calm, monk-like Melvin Oakes, that helped me recognize things
akin to sound evident just about everywhere, audible or not. There was a
type of listening that happened in those demonstrations, as well as in the
laboratory. And there was a listening that accompanied playing with groups
like East Babylon Symphony whose foundation was a familial one anchored
by the Baylon Jaceldo brothers—Eugene, Teodorico, Raymundo—and their
extended family of long-time friends playing compositions with Tagalog
titles fusing gamelan with Mingus and Ornette, berimbau with Afrobeat.
Their stretch of Manor Road was inhabited by so many other musicians,
and their living room could feel as much like a place of worship and study
as an impromptu crossroads of different places and sounds—sounds like
Barney Battista’s alto, Dwayne’s bass and humor, occasionally the drum-
mer Zarak Simmons, Lou Guerra on bass, or Ephraim Owens on trumpet.
There was also Hong Ting and her piano boldness, Curtis Williams’ trum-
pet, the occasional santiaguero guitar of Bobby Alemán, and the gentle spirit
of the late Idowu Adewale, whose bass and approach were shaped by playing
and recording with Fela Kuti (although he was humble and quiet about it).
There was the listening I experienced in a handful of quartets and quintets
with Alex Scott and Dave Wolf, in Javier León’s Afro-Caribbean ensemble,
and in the twenty-one-piece big bands comprised of other students from the
music department gathered to read and play compositions and arrangements
by Duke Ellington and Billy Strayhorn, Tite Curet Alonso, Antonio Carlos
Jobim, Thad Jones, Charles Mingus, Sammy Nestico, Maria Schneider, and
Cheo Feliciano. Greg González, Adrián Quesada, and Beto Martínez helped
me hear tradition and innovation in their fusion of funk, rock, and cumbia,
for things like their imaginative theater accompaniment of a Pastorela. It was
in the midst of this, finally, that I came to think more carefully about sound
and film collaborating in the composition and live performance of musical
accompaniment to screenings of Sergei Eisenstein’s Battleship Potemkin with
Graham Reynolds and an expanded iteration of the Golden Arm Trio.
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There was a special moment among several others that captures, I feel,
a sense of listening that I shall attempt to describe here. It happened on a
stage at the Ritz Upstairs in Austin, Texas, sometime probably in the fall
of 1999. I was playing tenor saxophone for a Latin soul fusion group, Blue
Construct, and somewhere amidst one of the tunes, while waiting to take
a solo, or maybe just after one, things fell into place in the rhythm section
in an exquisitely synchronous way. I do not think that it was anything that
I could see but, rather, something I could feel with what must have been
my entire body, a body given over to what I was hearing with my ears and
which managed to permeate, what felt like at least, the innermost reaches
of my being, displacing the sensation of anything else. I opened my eyes in
the midst of the intensity to look at Hamilton Price, the bass player, whose
sound was so low, round, and full, only to see him already looking at me
with a sense of open-mouthed elation. The keyboardist, Carl Settles, had his
head tilted downward, his eyes closed, his smile, calm and avuncular. And
the drummer, Lorenzo Dwayne Jackson, Jr. “D. Madness,” certainly had
his head tilted back, with his dark glasses aimed at the ceiling. He was like-
wise absorbed in that moment of collective ékstasis. We were all listening
together, each of us maybe hearing something different. It was a listening
that was meditative and all-encompassing, focused and intense, and it is one
whose possibility I have considered at different junctures in the following
pages, even when those sounds were not necessarily musical.
But the other side of that listening was an awareness of the differences in
the ways we may listen, and the roles of other senses and a greater sensorial
economy in shaping how one may sense, or not, sound. It is with this in
mind that I am compelled to recall here something I learned about listening
from D. Madness. It was again in his company, now on a different night, at
another venue, sometime after a set. We had opened for an out-of-town act,
and were lingering afterward to hear the next group. I was talking to him at
the bar, I recall, pressed by a crowd, when he told me his mom was supposed
to meet him there at the club that evening. If I may remember correctly,
my own memory plausibly shaped by ableism, he asked me to look out for
her. And with a tragically thoughtless sense of goodwill, I asked him—a
blind, expansively creative multi-instrumentalist in the spirit of a Rahsaan
Roland Kirk—I asked him what she looked like. So deeply embedded I was
in my ocularcentric ableism, that the implications of my asking a blind man
what his mom looked like took a few very long seconds to sink in. The look
on his face was justifiably his only response to me. It is a look that I still
remember, of course, an expression that struck me as disbelief, dismay, and
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Note
1. Feld, Stephen, “Acoustemology,” in Keywords in Sound, David Novak and
Matt Sakakeeny, editors, Durham and London: Duke University Press, 2015,
p. 15.
Acknowledgements
This did not happen on its own, and much of what is here is so for the
generosity of others. The guidance and feedback, early on, of Arcadio Díaz
Quiñones, Pedro Meira Monteiro, and Gabriela Nouzeilles was invaluable in
the long-term development of the manuscript as they nudged it in different
directions at key junctures. A number of other interlocutors have chimed
in along the way with support and insights, including especially Beatriz
González Stephan, Adela Pineda Franco, Julio Ramos, and Marta Peixoto.
There were two great homes for me during the course of this work, and I
feel especially fortunate for the imaginative and unflagging support of my col-
leagues at New York University in The Department of Spanish and Portuguese
and the Center for Latin American and Caribbean Studies (CLACS). They
have given generous amounts of space and time, advice and solutions, research
support and care. The timely recommendations of Marta Peixoto, Sybille
Fischer, Jill Meredith Lane, and Jordana Mendelson have made this a bet-
ter book. Two great chairs and a fantastic director piloted things seamlessly
throughout: first Gigi Dopico, and second, Jo Labanyi, with Jill Meredith Lane
directing, guiding, and nudging from day one. Helpful feedback in the devel-
opment of the manuscript and input regarding materials was offered by Shaun
Vigil, Glenn Ramirez, and two anonymous reviewers at Palgrave, as well as by
Alejandra Bronfman, Barbara Browning, Barbara Weinstein, Faye Ginsburg,
Mary Louise Pratt, Jens Andermann, Sarah Pearce, Zeb Tortorici, Laura Torres
Rodríguez, Marta Aponte Alsina, Aurea María Sotomayor Miletti, Ana Lydia
Vega, Otávio Schipper, Sérgio Krakowski, Christopher Dunn, André Botelho,
Michele Nascimento Kettner, Fernando Acosta, Omar Alejandro Dauhajre,
Noraliz Ruiz, Ana Dopico, Raydel Araoz, Dean Luis Reyes, Carlos Venegas,
xiii
xiv Acknowledgements
Robert Stam, Ana María Ochoa Gautier, Javier García Liendo, Camilo
Hernández Castellanos, Alejandra Josieowicz, Ivor Miller, Ned Sublette, Sybil
Cooksey, Katherine Smith, Jessica Gordon Burroughs, Ruth Goldberg, Bill
Toles, Manuel Zayas, Rafael Cesar, Rosa Aparecida do Couto Silva, Francisco
Quinteiro Pires, and The Reverend Daryl T. Hay.
The staff of the following institutions was very helpful as well: Cinemateca
Brasileira, Instituto Moreira Salles, the Arquivo Nacional, Instituto Superior
de Estudos Brasileiros (ISEB) at the Universidade de São Paulo, Biblioteca
Nacional José Martí, the Cinemateca at ICAIC (especially Mario Naito), the
New York Public Library, the Benson Latin American Studies Library at the
University of Texas at Austin, and the Rare Books and Special Collections at
Princeton University.
My body wrote this, and it was not always very cooperative, especially
toward the end. Geoff Stankus and Howard Lee shielded my shoulder from
surgery and managed chronic pain without medication. And the inimitable
artisan–scientist Dr. Todd McNiff and the always insightful and supportive
Dr. Darrell Greene helped keep things on track.
And much love and many thanks to my family and to Perla Masi for their
love and support throughout. This was wrought especially from her time.
The next one will be hers, but it will be on me.
Contents
Bibliography 245
Index 269
xv
List of Figures
xvii
xviii List of Figures
Fig. 5.6 Self as other—the mirror above the bar in P.M. 219
Fig. 5.7 Pello el Afrokán, eighth notes, mochas and sugarcane,
from “Un mozambique para la caña,” Hoy, April 13, 1965 224
Fig. 5.8 ATTACKED, from Desde la Habana… 232
Fig. 6.1 Der Leone Have Sept Cabeças (1970)—Glauber Rocha 242
1
Introduction: Notes for an Audible
Geography
And I opened my eyes in the boat, upon the song of the sea. The sea was sing-
ing. We set out from the Cape, with storm clouds and heavy winds, at ten at
night; and now, at dawn, the sea is singing. The skipper straightens up and
listens carefully, with one hand on the plank and another on his heart: the
helmsman, leaves the rudder halfway: “That’s nice”: “That’s the most beauti-
ful thing I’ve heard in this world”: “I’ve only heard something that beautiful
two other times in all my life.” And then he laughs: the vaudous, the Haitian
sorcerers, will know what that is: today is the day of a vaudou dance at the bot-
tom of the sea, and the men of the earth will now know: sorcerers are casting
their spells. The slow music, vast and harmonious, is like the unified sound of
a tumultuous orchestra of platinum bells. The resonant echo vibrates sure and
true. The body feels as if it were clothed in music. The sea sang for an hour,—
more than an hour.—The boat pitches to and fro, en route to Montecristi.
—José Martí, “Diario de Montecristi a Cabo Haitiano”2
Sonorous Tempest
The pianist and composer Louis Moreau Gottschalk (1829–1869) fell ill
during his farewell concert in Rio de Janeiro on November 25, 1869. He
had traversed a hemispheric itinerary by this juncture, one of several con-
necting San Francisco to Panamá, Perú to the West Indies, Cuba, Puerto
Rico, and St. Thomas to New York, to Washington, and to his native
New Orleans. Speaking first French, then English, Italian, and Spanish, he
was the honored guest of presidents and monarchs, social organizations and
writers’ circles, and he had a reputation for virtuosic performance, prolific
and copious composition, and a drive toward dissipation, disquiet, and over-
exertion. He was a Southerner, yet an abolitionist, while his Jewish father,
was a merchant and sometimes slave trader. His francophone mother’s fam-
ily had come to the Mississippi Delta from Haiti [Saint-Domingue] dec-
ades before his birth. Those that did not flee the “insurrection,” he would
report, “were all massacred,” save his grandmother and great-grandfather, the
Count de Bruslé, who would evade capture, incredibly, dressed in the guise
of his slave “an old mulattress ‘woudou,’” only to die, shortly after, fighting
with “the colonial troops.” He would ask, moreover, “what cause,” in light
of “the grand form of Toussaint Louverture,” was “more legitimate than that
of [the enslaved] in their agony rising in one grand effort to reconquer their
unacknowledged rights and their rank in humanity?”3 Nonetheless, the very
sound of the word “Saint-Domingue,” had the force to muster in him over-
poweringly “somber memories” and “melancholy,” carried by the voice of his
grandmother in her “recitals” of the “terrible” events there while gathered
around the fireplace of his childhood home on Rampart St in New Orleans.4
Yet it would be in other latitudes, in Rio, before a large audience at the
Theatro Lyrico Fluminense, dressed in a white tie and tails, that his pale and
sickly body, “subjected to a series of syncopes,” would crumple at the piano
just a few bars into Tremolo, the second piece of his program.5 The first piece
that evening, in an ironic anticipation of the fate that would agonizingly
befall him in a matter of weeks, had been his composition, Morte!.
Only a few evenings before, his Concerto monstro had premiered on
that very stage. It was to be his grand departure from Rio de Janeiro after
a warm and personal reception by both the Imperial family and the
Republican bourgeoisie (see Fig. 1.1). It was an ambitious production with
an elaborate set including Brazilian and American pavilions and illumi-
nated by suspended chains of gaslights specially installed for the occasion.6
The 650 musicians were gathered from the theater’s standing orchestra, pri-
vate ensembles, a select group of teachers, and the musical regiments of the
different branches of the Brazilian military, the rest of which was engaged
at that very moment in a devastating and unpopular war in Paraguay.7 He
had been working intensely in the months prior composing and arranging
for the concert, and rehearsing the different groups of musicians for a three-
part program including his symphony La nuit des Tropiques among a num-
ber of other pieces. One journalist would describe their occupying the entire
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3
Fig. 1.1 Gottschalk’s Concerto monstro, Jornal do Commercio of November 24, 1869
breadth and depth of the stage, including “a mass of drums” and military
bands with their “brilliant uniforms lending an even greater shine to the
compact mass of men.”8 The concert, he would add, was a “sonorous tem-
pest” reigned over by the “musical genius,” who would conduct the “army
of musicians.”9 The finale sounded to the journalist like the din of “bat-
tle,” in which could be heard “the march and formation of battalions, the
screams of the wounded, and combat accompanied by actual musket and
artillery fire,” a reference, no doubt, to the discharge of a cannon during the
performance.10 If this and the other period responses are a fair indication,
then it was the sonic analogue of the war underway near the southern border
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in nothing more than injuring pleasantly the cultivated ear.”27 There is yet
another unexamined opportunity to consider, according to a wider scheme,
the sensorial economy through which listening relates to the other senses,
most notably in the Concerto monstro, the union of sound and vision that
interact asymmetrically as power relationships on the one hand, and on the
other, models of consciousness and self that are rendered in the moment of
reception and inscribed, reproduced, and transmitted by way of a range of
technologies, here the newspaper, and elsewhere, as I shall touch upon in the
subsequent chapters, the phonograph, the radio, the cinema, or any other of
the numerous related technologies that would begin to emerge right around
the moment of Gottschalk’s performance. These technologies materialize a
wider episteme and subsume this sonic regime and sensorial economy into
a more general set of relationships involving political economy and empire,
labor regimes, territory, and the body, and thus racialization and place.
One of these technologies is the telegraph and it is insinuated exemplarily
throughout Gottschalk’s own sonic sensibility.
This is a sonic sensibility evident, to be sure, in the musical structure of
his compositions, ones that organize temporally a predominantly European
harmonic palette and tonal system according to rhythmic structures drawn
from the performance practices of descendants of West and Central Africans
in the Americas and incorporated by the composition into European song
forms, which is a principle evident in a number of similar composers and
performers throughout the Afro-Americas and a driving concern of figures
like Mário de Andrade in the fashioning of a “national” symphonic sound,
as discussed in Chapter 4. This is a musical mapping of geographical, impe-
rial, and racialized relations, and it is a musical analogue that echoes, how-
ever distortedly, other less musical but equally sounded phenomena with
wider implications as part of a sonic regime and a sensorial economy. As
Radano and Olaniyan have observed, “the narratives of modern western
empires are tales in which audibility conspicuously involved musical inter-
ventions carrying real consequence in social and cultural activity.”28 And
these activities, as suggested by some of the examinations they gather, also
entail a spectrum of nonmusical sounds, which may range from the institu-
tionalized and the public to the intimate, to the affective and interpersonal.
This becomes clearer in Gottschalk’s memory of a memory, which is
how he would recall the events of the Haitian Revolution that compelled
the flight of his grandmother, first to Jamaica and then to New Orleans.
It is a history that he knows through her “recitals,” through the sounds of
her voice, through the strains of “strange rumors” that he would listen to,
together with his siblings in his childhood home while attended to by their
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domestic slave, Sally, as she would cook her sweet potatoes by the fire, inter-
rupting on occasion the sounds of the matriarch’s narrative with her own
words in order to “exorcise a ‘zombi’” whose presence she felt in a brush of
air across her cheek.29 This is the Sally that would speak in a muffled voice
just beneath the grandmother’s stories to a “bewitched” portrait of Napoleon
above the fireplace—an illustrative arrangement—sonic and corporeal—of
the epistemologies converging in his living room.30 It is, likewise, the pri-
vate counterpart and iniquitous pact premising the public display of the
Concerto monstro, revealing how the social contract of the nation may be tied
by a sonic filament to a domestic one—the gendered convergence of politi-
cal, social, and racialized distinctions. Sally would “fill [Gottschalk’s] head,”
furthermore, with stories that he never tired of hearing—“naïve legends” of
“inexpressible charm” recounted in a “picturesque language” along with the
“Creole ballads” and their “simple and touching melod[ies]” that go “right
to the heart and make [one] dream of unknown worlds.”31 And this scene
of listening is the context for his recollection of the “terrible insurrection”
for which “the blood has disappeared” and whose “stains [have been] wiped
out” by time.32 While that visual evidence has vanished, what has lingered,
hanging in the air decades later and far from their place of origin, are an
arrangement of sounds—the voice of his grandmother, and the voice of
Sally, the contours of her melodies, the sonic profile of her Creole. They are
arguably also the sounds of the many instruments and songs that he will call
upon in his composition and performance practices. They are the sounds, he
will suggest, of the Creole introduced into Southern Louisiana and Santiago
de Cuba by people fleeing the Haitian Revolution. And by relation, they are
certainly the sounds of the Afro-Haitian Tumba Francesa he would first hear
in Santiago de Cuba—a practice fusing West and Central African musical
traditions in Cuba by way of Haiti—and which he will supposedly bring
to Havana for his production of La nuit des Tropiques in 1859.33 They are
sounds, to recall the work of Joseph Roach, Diana Taylor, or Elizabeth
Travassos, whose corporeality signal in their performance an audible reg-
ister of an event and a history.34 And they comprise, as I set out to argue
here, a significant piece of an audible geography of movement and migra-
tion, revolution and displacement, a sonic mapping among others signaling
points of a greater constellation of an Afro-Latin America that may evoke
simultaneously and ambivalently competing and diaphanous senses of place.
“Place,” as Edward Casey proposes, “is more an event than a thing.”35 It is
conceptually, in this regard, a productively paradoxical convergence of tem-
poral and spatial criteria tied indelibly to lived experience through emplace-
ment practices, like that of the young pianist before the fire, or those of his
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11
grandmother and Sally. And despite the centrality of Sally’s stories and the
sounds of her speech and voice as they traced out moving melodies and sus-
tained his grasp of place, Gottschalk would assert that the “[negro was] very
inferior morally to the white” and that to not be a “free and intelligent man”
is to otherwise be a “servile machine.”36
This last point is vital to delineating a greater sonic regime, or other-
wise the range of sound beyond the fold of music. To examine this series
of relations, it is helpful to consider how events like the Concerto monstro
are situated in a wider relational ontology. Returning to the full-column
announcement for the concert on the last page of the Jornal do Commercio
of November 24, 1869 (see Fig. 1.1), we may see it there splayed across
the page between a list of winning lottery numbers, the announcements of
events in other theaters, and a few hundred awkwardly worded classified ads
announcing a range of items and services—apartments and shops for rent,
services for hire, as well as a reckless sequence of things for sale—a fire-proof
lockbox, “a nice goat with good milk,” a sewing machine, “a beautiful pair
Fig. 1.2 Vende-se: An assortment of machines, tools, animals, and people for sale on
the day of Gottschalk’s Concerto monstro in Rio de Janeiro. Jornal do Commercio of
November 24, 1869
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(Most excellent for hashes, minces, and other dishes made of cold
meat.)
For particulars of this most useful receipt, for extracting all its
juices from fresh meat of every kind in the best manner, the cook is
referred to the first part of the chapter on soups. The preparation, for
which minute directions are given there, if poured on a few bits of
lean ham lightly browned, with the other ingredients indicated above,
will be converted into gravy of fine flavour and superior quality.
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serve admirably for dressing cold meat, in all the usual forms of
hashes, minces, blanquettes, &c., &c., and convert it into dishes as
nourishing as those of meat freshly cooked, and it may be
economically made in small quantities with any trimmings of
undressed beef, mutton, or veal, mixed together, which are free from
fat, and not sinewy: flavour may be given to it at once by chopping
up with them the lean part only of a slice or two of ham, or of highly-
cured beef.
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Brown lightly and carefully from four to six ounces of lean ham,
thickly sliced and cut into large dice; lift these out, and put them into
the pan in which the gravy is to be made; next, fry lightly also, a
couple of pounds of neck of beef dredged moderately with flour, and
slightly with pepper; put this, when it is done, over the ham; and then
brown gently and add to them two or three eschalots, or a Portugal
onion; should neither of these be at hand, one not large common
onion must be used instead. Pour over these ingredients a quart of
boiling water, or of weak but well-flavoured broth; bring the whole
slowly to a boil, clear off the scum with great care, throw in a
saltspoonful of salt, four cloves, a blade of mace, twenty corns of
pepper, a bunch of savoury herbs, a carrot, and a few slices of
celery: these last two may be fried or not as is most convenient. Boil
the gravy very softly until it is reduced to little more than a pint;
strain, and set it by until the fat can be taken from it. Heat it anew,
add more salt if needed and a little mushroom catsup, cayenne-
vinegar, or whatever flavouring it may require for the dish with which
it is to be served; it will seldom require any thickening. A dozen small
mushrooms prepared as for pickling, or two or three morels,
previously well washed and soaked, may be added to it at first with
advantage. Half this quantity of gravy will be sufficient for a single
tureen, and the economist can diminish a little the proportion of meat
when it is thought too much.
PLAIN GRAVY FOR VENISON.
Trim away the fat from some cutlets, and lay them into a stewpan;
set them over a clear fire, and let them brown a little in their own
gravy; then add a pint of boiling water to each pound of meat. Take
off the scum, throw in a little salt, and boil the gravy until reduced
one half. Some cooks broil the cutlets lightly, boil the gravy one hour,
and reduce it after it is strained. For appropriate gravy to serve with
venison, see “Haunch of Venison,” Chapter XV.
A RICH GRAVY FOR VENISON.
A highly-flavoured Gravy.
Dissolve a couple of ounces of good butter in a thick stewpan or
saucepan, throw in from four to six sliced eschalots, four ounces of
the lean of an undressed ham, three ounces of carrot, cut in small
dice, one bay leaf, two or three branches of parsley, and one or two
of thyme, but these last must be small; three cloves, a blade of
mace, and a dozen corns of pepper; add part of a root of parsley, if it
be at hand, and keep the whole stirred or shaken over a moderate
fire for twenty minutes, then add by degrees one pint of very strong
veal stock or gravy, and stew the whole gently from thirty to forty
minutes; strain it, skim off the fat, and it will be ready to serve.
Butter, 2 oz.; eschalots, 4 to 6; lean of undressed ham, 4 oz.;
carrots, 3 oz.; bay leaf, 1; little thyme and parsley, in branches;
cloves, 3; mace, 1 blade; peppercorns, 12; little parsley root: fried
gently, 20 minutes. Strong veal stock, or gravy, 1 pint: stewed very
softly, 30 to 40 minutes.
ESPAGNOLE, WITH WINE.
Strip the skin and take the fat from three fresh mutton kidneys,
slice and flour them; melt two ounces of butter in a deep saucepan,
and put in the kidneys, with an onion cut small, and a teaspoonful of
fine herbs stripped from the stalks. Keep these well shaken over a
clear fire until nearly all the moisture is dried up; then pour in a pint
of boiling water, add half a teaspoonful of salt, and a little cayenne or
common pepper, and let the gravy boil gently for an hour and a half,
or longer, if it be not thick and rich. Strain it through a fine sieve, and
take off the fat. Spice or catsup may be added at pleasure.
Mutton kidneys, 3; butter, 2 oz.; onion, 1; fine herbs, 1 teaspoonful:
1/2 hour. Water, 1 pint; salt, 1/2 teaspoonful; little cayenne, or black
pepper: 1-1/2 hour.
Obs.—This is an excellent cheap gravy for haricots, curries, or
hashes of mutton; it may be much improved by the addition of two or
three eschalots, and a small bit or two of lean meat.
GRAVY IN HASTE.
Chop fine a few bits of lean meat, a small onion, a few slices of
carrot and turnip, and a little thyme and parsley; put these with half
an ounce of butter into a thick saucepan, and keep them stirred until
they are slightly browned; add a little spice, and water in the
proportion of a pint to a pound of meat; clear the gravy from scum,
let it boil half an hour, then strain it for use.
Meat, 1 lb.; 1 small onion; little carrot, turnip, thyme, and parsley;
butter, 1/2 oz.; cloves, 6; corns of pepper, 12; water, 1 pint: 1/2 hour.
CHEAP GRAVY FOR A ROAST FOWL.
When there is neither broth nor gravy to be had, nor meat of which
either can be made, boil the neck of the fowl after having cut it small,
in half a pint of water, with any slight seasonings of spice or herbs, or
with a little salt and pepper only; it should stew very softly for an hour
or more, or the quantity will be too much reduced. When the bird is
just ready for table, take the gravy from the dripping-pan, and drain
off the fat from it as closely as possible; strain the liquor from the
neck to it, mixing them smoothly, pass the gravy again through the
strainer, heat it, add salt and pepper or cayenne, if needed, and
serve it extremely hot. When this is done, the fowl should be basted
with good butter only, and well floured when it is first laid to the fire.
Many cooks always mix the gravy from the pan when game is
roasted, with that which they send to table with it, as they think that it
enriches the flavour; but to many persons it is peculiarly distasteful.
Neck of fowl; water, 1/2 pint; pepper, salt (little vegetable and spice
at choice): stewed gently, 1 hour; strained, stirred to the gravy of the
roast, well cleared from fat.
ANOTHER CHEAP GRAVY FOR A FOWL.
A little good broth added to half a dozen dice of lean ham, lightly
browned in a morsel of butter, with half a dozen corns of pepper and
a small branch or two of parsley, and stewed for half an hour, will
make excellent gravy of a common kind. When there is no broth, the
neck of the chicken must be stewed down to supply its place.
GRAVY OR SAUCE FOR A GOOSE.
Boil for about ten minutes, in half a pint of rich and highly-
flavoured brown gravy, or Espagnole, half the rind of a Seville
orange, pared as thin as possible, and a small strip of lemon-rind,
with a bit of sugar the size of a hazel-nut. Strain it off, add to it a
quarter pint of port or claret, the juice of half a lemon, and a
tablespoonful of Seville orange-juice: season it with cayenne, and
serve it as hot as possible.
Gravy, 1/2 pint; 1/2 the rind of a Seville orange; lemon-peel, 1
small strip; sugar, size of hazel-nut: 10 minutes. Juice of 1/2 a
lemon; Seville orange-juice, 1 tablespoonful; cayenne. See also
Christopher North’s own sauce, page 119.
MEAT JELLIES FOR PIES AND SAUCES.
A very firm meat jelly is easily made by stewing slowly down equal
parts of shin of beef, and knuckle or neck of veal, with a pint of cold
water to each pound of meat; but to give it flavour, some thick slices
of lean unboiled ham should be added to it, two or three carrots,
some spice, a bunch of parsley, one mild onion, or more, and a
moderate quantity of salt; or part of the meat may be omitted, and a
calf’s head, or the scalp of one, very advantageously substituted for
it, though the flavouring must then be heightened, because, though
very gelatinous, these are in themselves exceedingly insipid to the
taste. If rapidly boiled, the jelly will not be clear, and it will be difficult
to render it so without clarifying it with the whites of eggs, which it
ought never to require; if very gently stewed, on the contrary, it will
only need to be passed through a fine sieve, or cloth. The fat must
be carefully removed, after it is quite cold. The shin of beef
recommended for this and other receipts, should be from the middle
of the leg of young heifer beef, not of that which is large and coarse.
Middle of small shin of beef, 3 lbs.; knuckle or neck of veal, 3 lbs.;
lean of ham, 1/2 lb.; water, 3 quarts; carrots, 2 large, or 3 small;
bunch of parsley; 1 mild onion, stuck with 8 cloves; 2 small bay-
leaves; 1 large blade of mace; small saltspoonful of peppercorns;
salt, 3/4 oz. (more if needed): 5 to 6 hours’ very gentle stewing.
Obs.—A finer jelly may be made by using a larger proportion of
veal than of beef, and by adding clear beef or veal broth to it instead
of water, in a small proportion at first, as directed in the receipt for
consommé, see page 98, and by pouring in the remainder when the
meat is heated through. The necks of poultry, any inferior joints of
them omitted from a fricassee or other dish, or an old fowl, will
further improve it much; an eschalot or two may at choice be boiled
down in it, instead of the onion, but the flavour should be scarcely
perceptible.