written and posted by members of Lancashire Dead Good Poets' Society

Saturday 25 July 2020

Egyptian Flour

We thought it was scary enough back in March when panic buying over fears of Coronavirus lockdown saw every bag of every type of flour disappear within days from every shop and supermarket shelf, hot on the heels of those vanishing loo rolls. Imagine what it must have been like in ancient Egypt when seven lean years kicked in after the seven fat ones! (Just to clarify, I'm thinking in terms of flour here, not wiped bottoms.)

Animal husbandry and crop cultivation were significant advances in various 'cradles' of civilisation around the globe. The banks of the Nile were fertile ground on which to grow grain, principally wheat but also barley; and that grain once harvested and milled gave flour from which to bake bread, a staple of the Egyptian diet for all classes of society. Wheat served not only as a vital foodstuff but also as a form of currency. Then, as now, farming was to a degree subject to the vagaries of changing weather patterns. However, as wheat could be stored for a long time, it actually meant that bread, such a key element of the daily diet, would continue to be available, albeit in rationed form, even when occasionally the harvests would fail - meaning that the dire picture I painted in the previous paragraph was probably an apocryphal one.

The type of wheat cultivated in Egypt was known as emmer (or faro) and was closely related to the wild wheat from which it had recently been derived. It differed from the wheat varieties that are common today in that with emmer, its heavy husk did not simply fall off in the threshing process. The spikelet had to be moistened, pounded in a mortar (but not so vigorously as to crush the grain), then dried in the sun, winnowed and sieved before it was ready to be bagged or milled into flour. Emmer is still grown traditionally in a few high and remote regions of Asia as well as on some specialty farms in the west and emmer flour is becoming more widely available again these days, but at a price (approximately three times the cost of standard plain flour).

Emmer was typically only milled to flour when it was going to be used, because the Egyptian heat would turn it rancid within a matter of hours, so the storage of grain, rather than flour, was standard. Stored grain attracts vermin, which is one reason why cats were so highly prized in Egypt, to protect granaries large and small from the scourge of rats and mice. Also, because of that heat, bread really had to be consumed fresh on the day it was made (before going hard or stale), and so of necessity the whole process of milling and baking became a just-in-time affair - literally daily bread.

bread-making in the time of the Pharaohs
Milling the grain into flour was a small-scale and intensely physical practice, employing a saddle quern and lots of manual pressure. The quern was a concave granite stone. A handful of grains of emmer were placed in the depression of the quern and were then repeatedly rolled over backwards and forwards with a granite rolling pin until they had been crushed to a coarse flour. This process was repeated until enough flour had been produced to make the day's loaves for the household.

The flour was then mixed with water into a dough and left to rise slightly (there being sufficient natural yeast in the water to allow this to happen) before being shaped into loaves and baked in a clay oven. The forms varied, judging from pictorial representations, from flat breads to traditional domed loaves to special shapes for ceremonial occasions. Milling and baking was primarily an early morning activity, but there is evidence that it was also repeated in the afternoon as well - twice daily bread; never better than when it's fresh.

a typical Egyptian clay oven, still in use today
Of course, sometimes there would be left-over bread at the end of a day; not fit to eat on the morrow as it would be too dry and stale. Yet nothing was wasted. There were two typical uses for such left-overs.

One was in the making of beer, for the stale bread would be soaked and left to ferment (thanks to the yeast it contained) and the fermented liquid would eventually be strained, maybe with the addition of fruit or honey, to make a perfectly quaffable alcoholic drink - not so crazy as it sounds. I've drunk kvass (made from fermented rye-bread) in Russia and it's really very palatable.

The other was the making of Egyptian palace bread (also called Aish El-Saraya), similar to treacle tart, where the softer inner part of any left-over loaves would be sliced, soaked in honey, layered in a pan and then baked for forty minutes. Again, I've sampled this in Egypt and it is delicious in small doses, with a good cup of strong black coffee.

To round the feast out, so to speak, a darkly humorous take on those very left-overs, though sadly it's a  triumph of neither form nor content, being a bit throw-away in itself. You are welcome to disagree!

Palace Bred Intrigue
Yesterday's loaves, too stale,
too tough to chew, still
have their uses. Nothing wastes.

Some crusts fuel the amphora,
fermenting with an odour
kitchen cats sniff with distaste.

Softer parts are doused in nectar,
baked to make sweetmeats,
which will tempt the royal tooth

as finest honeyed slices
served up with foaming beer,
fit food for a fat young Pharaoh

gross in his greedy ways,
the pampered narcissist.
May they haste his end of days.

Thanks for reading, S ;-)

25 comments:

Lizzie Fentiman said...

Bake like an Egyptian - very good. I think I'll have buttered toast for Sunday tea :)

Bill Parry said...

A fascinating history lesson, FFC. The poem - unlike the bread itself on the second day - is light and airy. "Saddle Quern and Manual Pressure" would make a great title for an exotic instrumental...

Anonymous said...

Well served that man!

Nigella D said...

Thanks Steve for that most interesting insight into early bread-making and for the clever poem. I like the sting in its tail - or should that be aftertaste?

Nick Ball said...

Seriously tasty writing that!

Deke Hughes said...

That was an excellent read, so informative, and a nicely treacherous poem.

Rochelle said...

Very good Steve. I might even get hold of some emmer flour and try it out.

Anonymous said...

Imagine if we had to do everything like that from scratch every day - mill grain, bake bread - just to live. We have it too easy! (LOL)

Carey Jones said...

That was a great read. I feel educated by that fluent depiction of Egyptian baking habits and enjoyed your poem :)

Tom Shaw said...

Nice one Steve. Am I reading too much into the poem to see a swipe at the Donald in there? Hope you're good.

Rod Downey said...

Very interesting Steve and I like what you've done in the poem.

CI66Y said...

Another excellent read. I enjoyed your poem of intrigue and moral instruction - good to see you so quickly onboard with the anti-obesity lobby (LOL).

Anonymous said...

A great read and an intriguing insight into the early world of bread-making. Thanks for sharing.

Bickerstaffe said...

Very good Steve, a informative read and a nicely turned poem to boot.

Charlotte Mullins said...

A fascinating blog, thank you. That's my home-schooling sorted over breakfast - history, food tech and English Lit :)

Jon Cromwell said...

Love the well-researched blog, so informative. It's interesting that some (I suppose poorer) households still use the old baking methods today. I must say when I had a holiday in Egypt some years ago I was very impressed by the quality of both the bread and the coffee. I enjoyed your clever poem too.

Cynthia Kitchen said...

I enjoyed your Bread blog which was very informative.

Boz said...

Not bad, la.

Martin Brewster said...

I really enjoyed this, an informative account and a wry poem. Thank you :)

Binty said...

Palace Bread sounds well yummy :)

Mac Southey said...

Thanks for sharing, Steve. As rewarding as ever. 👍

Lesley Harrison said...

Most interesting. I'd forgotten that when we holidayed in Greece and Turkey we bought bread fresh every day because it went stale so quickly in the heat. I loved your poem.

Anonymous said...

A fine and illuminating read.

Alistair Bradfield said...

Venemous poetry, I love it!

Robert Harries said...

Very good and I like the unexpecteldy twisted poem.