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Ellyn Lyle, Ph.D. (2011), is Dean in the Faculty of Education at Yorkville University.
The use of critical and reflexive methodologies shape explorations within the fol-
lowing areas: teacher and learner identity; praxis and practitioner development;
and lived and living curriculum.¿This is her 12th book.
Ellyn Lyle
ISBN 978-90-04-54760-5
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Of Books, Barns, and Boardrooms
Of Books, Barns, and Boardrooms
Exploring Praxis through Reflexive Inquiry
Second Edition
By
Ellyn Lyle
leiden | boston
Cover illustration: Photograph by Dillon Lyle
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PART 1
An Education Terroir
1 My Entry Point 9
2 Beginnings in Endings 12
3 Circling Closer 14
PART 2
Learning with/in Schools
7 Perspective 35
8 Going Back 38
PART 3
Learning with Horses
9 Join-Up 45
10 Compassionate Companionship 54
11 My Inner Horse 57
vi Contents
PART 4
Learning with/in Organisations
13 Locally Grown 64
14 Certified Organic 69
15 Of Best Intentions 72
PART 5
Cultivating the Field of Co-constructed Praxis
17 Living Reflexively 80
Epilogue 84
References 85
About the Author
In 2005, when I was completing a graduate degree in Education, I was also work-
ing in an adult education learning centre that I had developed for a large enter-
prise a few years earlier. It was there that reflexive inquiry began to emerge for
me. I was approaching 30 years old, and I had recently left the public school
system in search of a teaching context that felt less harmful to me. Please don’t
misunderstand me: I have tremendous respect for teachers, and I appreciate the
difficult line they walk between teaching curriculum and teaching individuals.
As someone who understands this line as a fundamental difference in pedagogy,
I struggled to move within a system that too often privileged the ubiquitous at
the expense of the personal.
I know I was not alone in this struggle as I sought the counsel of veteran
teachers, and they openly shared their efforts to reconcile this tension. While
their responses to it varied from quiet resistance to conformity, they seemed to
have found ways to remain within formal systems of schooling. I think I lacked
the maturity to find my own path there, so I clung to my idealism as a lifeboat
and eventually washed up on the shore of adult education in search of a differ-
ent kind of teaching and learning context.
As the youngest person in our adult learning centre, I learned quickly to
look to the students to inform their learning. In doing so, I came to under-
stand that learning is a deeply personal and complex weave of what we already
know, how we came to know it, and what we would like to learn. Even as I
looked to the students to guide my development as teacher, I found myself
thinking back about my own experiences in schools. As I engaged this process
of looking back to move forward, insights shifted with new experiences, and I
began to understand learning as temporal and relational.
This fluid nature of learning extended to my teaching life as well, so much
so that teaching and learning became a nearly indistinguishable symbiosis. As
a graduate student in education at the same time that I was leading this learn-
ing centre, I sought ways to bring together my teaching and learning roles in
an inquiry for my thesis. I turned to scholarly discourse in search of relevant
theory even as I wondered how I might theorise what I was doing. At the time,
I found guidance from the scholarship of Ardra Cole and Gary Knowles who
referred to this process of researching teaching as reflexive inquiry (Cole &
Knowles, 2000). They said that, because teaching and teacher development are
rooted in the personal, reflexive inquiry involves the study of how the personal
It has long been established that teaching and learning are auto/biographi-
cal endeavours (Bochner, 1997; Bochner & Ellis, 2016; Cole & Knowles, 2000;
Palmer, 2017). Despite historic criticisms, the inclusion of auto/biography in
our practices is neither narcissistic nor egocentric. Being critically conscious
of the ways we bring our lived experiences into the classroom benefits both
students and teachers (James, 2007; Lee, 2012; Palmer, 2017). As teacher and
Prologue 3
student both, I found myself remembering how my time in schools too often
left me feeling excluded. I recalled viscerally the anxiety born of deep discon-
nection and how that disconnection led me to flee the K-12 system barely four
years after I began teaching. I remember feeling ashamed of my failure and,
fearing judgment if I discussed it with anyone, I turned to writing to help me
understand my experiences. In the privacy of my own journals, I was able to
make sense of my splintered sense of self as the result of having too little room
to be authentically present in my teaching and learning experiences.
Acknowledging the auto/biographical nature of teaching and learning
allowed me to understand them as grounded in personal history. It helped me
to imagine a space where lived experience was positioned as co-curricular just
as it encouraged me to cultivate a praxis that seeks to create space in which
all students can locate themselves. As I worked to ensure these tenets were
encouraged in our classroom, I noticed the most profound shift—as we were
able to understand our teaching and learning selves more fully, our openness to
learning with and through each other also expanded (Davidson, 2018; Hickey,
2016). I understood then that, just as “autobiography is theory, every theory is
a fragment of autobiography” (Snowber & Wiebe, 2009, p. 5). I circled back
to reflexive inquiry once again to extend auto/biographical considerations so
that they included the role of relationality in teaching and learning.
Relationality
al., 2017; Held, 2019). Its social justice framing and action imperative demand
a new type of research rigour—one that is explicitly connected to researcher
consciousness. As such, critical scholars are increasingly insisting that RI is
the responsibility of every researcher regardless of paradigmatic positionality
(Doyle, 2013).
Understanding critical and social consciousness as constituent components
of reflexive inquiry, I engage with this methodology to yield a transformative
shift in praxis. Transformative reflexivity resides in a humanising pedagogy
and aims to expose relationships, habitus, and constructs that support inequi-
table cultures of compliance so that we are able to challenge injustice. Work-
ing toward this transformative praxis requires the establishment of shared
commitments negotiated through consciousness that embraces introspection,
mutuality, and the courageous critique of self in society (Zinn et al., 2016). In
short, it compels us to engage in critical thought that is supported by conscious
and emancipatory action. Diversity of perspective through the inclusion of
multiple subjectivities is integral to achieving this goal.
Within the multiplicity of perspectives, reflexive inquiry offers a critical
lens through which we can examine our research efforts and action impera-
tives. It encourages us to interrogate our assumptions and critically examine
our claims to knowledge regardless of our ontological frameworks. Often
employed as a complementary methodology, reflexive inquiry provides a criti-
cal counterbalance between personal and relational knowing in the evolution
of praxis. This critical counterbalance was integral to my own research, which
relied on reflexive inquiry to support an autoethnographic examination of
critical praxis.
Autoethnography
It’s important to note, too, that autoethnography often blurs the boundary
between storytelling and storyhearing (Huang, 2015). This is, in part, because of
our tendency to think from within the story and, in part, because we continu-
ally amend our understandings in concert with exposure to new experiences.
Reflexive inquiry supports critical consciousness of these embodied meanings
and provides a framework through which we can understand self and self-in-
relation (Bochner & Ellis, 2016; Daskalaki et al., 2015).
The coupling of autoethnographic narrative and reflexive inquiry in the
study of praxis demands at least two things: first, autoethnographic narrative
requires consciousness of the intersection of self and society as I write my way
into knowing; second, reflexive inquiry insists on critical interrogation of praxis
development as both dynamic and relational. Together, these complementary
methodologies allow me to investigate praxis with research rigour situated
in a disciplined critical and social consciousness that necessitates a constant
de/re/construction of meaning within various socio-cultural contexts (Daskalaki
et al., 2015).
Understanding praxis as emerging from the dual dynamic of practising
theory and theorising practice, my hope in capturing a moment in my own
evolving consciousness is to invite others to consider what more is possible in
educational praxis when we start from a place that is committed to knowing
ourselves and each other and then work to arrive in a space of re/humanisation.
PART 1
An Education Terroir
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CHAPTER 1
My Entry Point
a small town), I appreciate the ease with which she managed to be my teacher
even as she seemed to parent her other students when it was helpful.
Bearing witness to my mother and father as I learned with/in place and with/
in relation informed a certain understanding of the world. Because this world-
view was so deeply woven in my formative fabric, I often felt conflicted in sys-
tems of schooling that failed to cultivate reflexivity as a form of consciousness.
Hoping to learn how to create education experiences that encourage this kind
of criticality, I sought out a university that was noted for promoting critical and
social consciousness. Because of its institutional history of social and political
advocacy, I assumed that it would be a space free of unexamined bias. In the
course of my studies, though, I came to understand that consciousness does
not preclude bias so much as it helps us interrogate it. Although I was coming
to make sense of this intellectually, I was struggling with it ideologically, and I
could not reconcile the binary thinking too often endemic in my field. I found
myself returning to that liminal space where the tide’s ebb and flow wipe away
evidence of our journey. I began to wonder how we might create teaching and
learning spaces that help us re/consider where and how we position ourselves.
I finished my degree and decided to pursue a career in education.
Armed with the idealism reserved for youth, I began a Bachelor of Educa-
tion degree, a program that wrote itself on me in permanent ways. I found
myself mired in a space decidedly incongruent with my values, and I came
to understand the profound disconnection that can lead people to despair
(Palmer, 2017). This inability to locate myself within my studies led to a crip-
pling crisis of identity.
My carefully constructed world began to crumble around me as I struggled
to steady myself under the weight of increasingly common anxiety. By Novem-
ber, when I was scheduled to complete my first practicum in the public educa-
tion system, I could feel my fibres fraying. When I think back on those days 25
years ago, I still return to them.
Beginnings in Endings
Joanne Yoo (2019) tells me that “the threat of ending can spark new begin-
nings” (p. 354). The day my sneakers dared me to put them on was the same
day I withdrew from all systems of formal schooling. In doing so, I found myself
without a learning community for the first time in almost 20 years. Both eman-
cipated and alienated, I eventually sought community in the work of theorists
who could help me understand why I experienced such a profound rupture
with schooling and how I might reconstitute myself in a new form. Although
many theorists from varied backgrounds influenced me, there were a handful
who engaged me in a dialogue through which my own voice became clearer.
I felt an immediate and enduring kinship with qualitative researchers, in
general, and narrative theorists, in particular. This community of scholars pro-
vided me with an alternative to the fragmentation I was feeling. Norman Denzin
(2017) introduced me to critical qualitative research as having great capacity
to support an in-depth examination of human experience. This seemed to
be a helpful vehicle for exploring the how and why questions I was facing—
questions not only regarding my own positionality, but also those pertaining
to education systems in general. As my reading broadened within qualitative
inquiry, I was excited by the number of scholars who recognised the central-
ity of self in teaching and learning. Parker Palmer (1994, 1997, 2004, 2017) was
perhaps the most influential thinker for me. I still the recall the day I picked
up The Courage to Teach. It was the kind of spring day where the sun’s warmth
competed with the air’s chill, so I retreated indoors. Curled up in the warmth
of my grandmother’s piano room, I slid further and further into his story. He
wrote clearly and unapologetically about education’s profound distrust of the
personal…about how our field cultivated a dangerous denial of humanness…
that positioning vulnerability as weakness abstracted self from subject such
that teaching and learning lost all significance. He argued passionately that
meaningful education resides in fostering space for wholeness…that denial of
this wholeness was a form of violence. He warned about the slippery slope
of progressive disconnection that might start innocuously enough in our will-
ingness to relegate our humanness to the periphery but how, too quickly, it
becomes a personal pathology resulting in pervasive dis/ease. As he shared his
own experiences of disconnection, I felt hope for the first time in months. His
storied transparency embodied the honesty I craved in education. Most impor-
tantly, though, he held up a mirror that required me to see how I was complicit
Circling Closer
The remainder of my classes that day were typical variations of the first,
and so the day wound down. I sat at a desk not my own, and I considered the
experience. Made more critically conscious by several years’ immersion in
both scholarly discourse and alternative practises, I suddenly felt certain that
teaching was never the issue. I took one more look around the classroom, and
I packed up to leave with my slain dragons over my shoulder. I all but bounced
from the school buoyed by my new realisation—I could teach in public school
if I wanted to, but I didn’t and that was okay. As I pushed open the door to the
parking lot, I walked with hope toward to the endless possibilities before me.
CHAPTER 4
Desperate to find a path back to myself, I also began to wonder how I might
positively impact others who were suffering similarly within education con-
texts. Concurrently, I noticed the ease with which I had come to move between
theory and practice, looking for each to inform the other. This movement
between theory and practice, even as my focus drifted between self and other,
led me to explore possibilities for re/humanising praxis.
When I initially encountered the notion of praxis, it was with Paulo Freire
(1976, 1981/2005) who discussed praxis as a synthesis of theory and practice
with the intention of producing change. Over the course of many years, I have
come to understand praxis as practicing theory and theorising practice as we
continuously seek to improve the contexts within which we live and work. As I
engage with this process, I work to develop critical consciousness that will help
me support others who look to me for guidance. This critical consciousness is
only possible through deep knowledge of self and self-in-relation. In under-
standing ourselves as critical data sites, we shine a light on behaviours and
actions that contribute to education as a profoundly human endeavour. Engag-
ing reflexive consciousness is central to exploring our inner landscapes even
as it supports learning as an ever-evolving understanding in the context of
relationship with others. In this spirit, my intent is to recall learning moments
situated within three unique learning environments that position lived experi-
ence as central to developing notions of praxis. These contexts include post-
secondary faculties of education, my work with horses, and corporate learning
organisations.
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CHAPTER 5
I have been eyeball-deep in formal learning for 40 years and higher education
for more than 25 of them. This experience has been at times painful and joy-
ous, but it has always offered important insights. At the determining centre
of these experiences, I’ve been fortunate to find both personal relevance and
professional application. My early childhood learning began in church, where
the teachings were about as theoretical as I’ve ever experienced. Despite the
minister’s sermons, I did not see God all around me and I could not feel His
presence. More than that, the brutal stories of the Old Testament left me won-
dering if I really wanted to. With all the wariness a four-year-old can muster, I
began to ask questions.
First, I asked at home: “If God created everything and everyone and is all-
powerful, why can’t I see Him?” My parents, well accustomed to my need for
answers, replied that He looked after the whole world so He was really busy.
Reasonable, I suppose; but “If He created the whole world and everyone and eve-
rything in it, how did He create Himself?” It seemed my parents didn’t have an
answer for me, though I give them credit for trying. We got as far as He was
always there, to which I insisted that his mother must have created Him and, if
that was true, why doesn’t she get any credit? Mum eventually suggested that
I ask the minister.
Looking back, that was an important moment. I was a pre-schooler asking
complicated questions that my parents couldn’t answer. They did not silence
me. Rather, they encouraged me to seek out answers to my questions. They
didn’t worry about me embarrassing them or appearing insubordinate or blas-
phemous; they were more concerned about me growing up to be a thinking
person.
When the next Sunday came, I could barely wait to catch the minister. I
didn’t think the sermon would ever end. When it did, I made my way out to
the vestry knowing he would be there to wish us a good week as we filed out
into the world. When I finally stood in front of him, I blurted, “If God created
the whole world and everything and everyone in it, how did He create Himself?”
Paling just a little, he replied, “He just did.” Finding his response empty, I
probed further. He regrouped and claimed that God was just always there. I
told him that Mum had already offered that explanation, and I didn’t think it
really explained anything. “How was He just always there, and where is there,
and how did He get there?” After a few more attempts to answer my questions,
the minister said he supposed God’s origin was a mystery that none of us really
understood. I carried on and found my mother waiting for me in the porch. She
asked if I got my question answered. I replied, “He doesn’t know either.” That
was another important learning moment for me: even when we are positioned
as experts, we can’t have all the answers. The best we can do is to acknowledge
our imperfect and incomplete knowledge and celebrate the questions for hav-
ing been asked. As this intellectually open environment framed my formative
years, public school was a bit of a disappointment.
Having already struggled to make sense of the theoretical in my daily life,
I found some aspects of the K-12 system resonated with me more than oth-
ers. Generally, the primary grades made the most sense. There was a prede-
termined body of knowledge that I did not get to negotiate but, considering
the necessity of being functionally literate, it was important that I learned to
read, write, and do basic math. By Grade 5, though, the teachers began to turn
their attention to special subjects like science and social studies. As we created
experiments and participated in science fairs, we learned about aerodynam-
ics through paper airplanes, structural physics through popsicle-stick bridges,
and chemistry through dropping mints into bottles of cola. We had field trip
adventures where we learned to tap for maple sap and drill trees to determine
their ages. We could identify animal tracks, make a compass with a paperclip
and a leaf, and we learned that moss grew thickest on the north side of a tree.
Junior high, by comparison, was a bit like I imagine purgatory. Filled with
self-absorbed souls lacking certainty and direction, it was a holding cell where
people were herded into the next phase of their existence—high school.
Although the early grades made me cognisant of which kids were regarded
as academically keen, we all continued to learn with and from each other
somewhat regardless of intellectual agility. High school ended this practice
and clearly branded the students by sorting us into academic or practical
streams. Because I was on the former path but found practical application
deeply meaningful, I often felt conflicted. One incident I recall with particu-
lar clarity occurred in my final year of high school. Having more than enough
credits to graduate with honours, I opted to register for agriculture as one of
my four courses in final semester. It fell on my roster between advanced place-
ment English and music theory. Shortly after my registration was submitted,
I was called to the office where I was advised that there was an error on my
registration form: apparently, I was accidentally enrolled in agriculture. When
I explained that the enrolment was deliberate, I was counselled to withdraw
and warned that such a class would be a blemish on an otherwise exemplary
transcript. I was left feeling [a]shamed—shamed for having an agricultural
background that was somehow regarded as less than, and ashamed of myself
Assumptions about Truth 23
The faculty’s decision to hire that candidate fuelled my growing disdain for
the way English literature was being presented. Namely, it was being taught
through presentation of singular and silencing critiques: we were simply called
to bear witness and offer reaffirmation. Although I did have rewarding learning
moments in my Arts degree, I found it pervasively problematic that I was given
the skills but denied the space to critique. This limitation created a desire to
etch out room for critical examination not only of texts, but also of learning
Assumptions about Truth 25
The red book incident was less demoralising but equally ridiculous. Part of
our assignment as pre-service teachers was to keep detailed lesson plans in our
red books. Because I taught for three years during the Arts degree, I had devel-
oped certain habits in my practice. One of these habits was that I tended toward
an abbreviated approach to lesson plans. It seemed perfectly reasonable to me
that I wrote novel study in the little block beside 8A. After all, that was exactly
what I planned to spend third period teaching. My supervisor, though, had
insisted that I prepare detailed speaking notes to guide my teaching in each of
the classes. Although I regarded it as a bit of a nuisance, I assumed he wanted to
ensure that I had some discernible coherence in my planning. I abandoned my
abbreviated approach and began writing my lesson plans in detail.
I emptied my flat, and I moved home to my parents’ place. Mum and Dad knew
that I was unwell; like me, though, nothing could have prepared them for the seri-
ousness of my rupture. I spent my days in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace.
No longer possessing the strength to figure out what was wrong with me, I sat and
cried. I don’t recall how I felt during this period of my life apart from the deep
sense of fear, failure, and guilt. My family, of course, rallied around me. Where
they used to congratulate me on academic and extracurricular achievements,
they now praised me for every bite of food and any effort at personal grooming.
A World without Colour 31
having been bodily out of school for three months. The only barrier to my
degree completion was the final practicum. I requested a placement in the
high school from which I graduated. The co-operating teacher had been my
English teacher and knew me well. She showed a great deal of trust in hand-
ing me her class for six weeks given the state I was in, but she encouraged me
to make it my own. Because I remember much of my school experience as
one giving rise to disconnection, my goal was to create a unit of drama that
demanded critical thought while encouraging personal meaningfulness. This
attempt at creating spaces for engagement, though, was met with resistance.
Shakespeare’s MacBeth had been taught at the school for about 20 years. I
wanted to teach Hamlet. My request to the office for texts resulted in my being
summoned there. I was reminded how long MacBeth had been on the cur-
riculum and asked why I felt compelled to introduce change. I explained that
Hamlet offered more fully developed and complex characters, and it demanded
that we examine ourselves in relationship with others. Word travelled quickly
through the English department of my rogue intentions. I had drop-in visits,
was queried by other teachers, and was even invited to host my class in the gym
at a time when the other English classes could watch us. It seemed like a great
deal of fuss in the name of swapping one tragedy for another—but that ended
up being the least significant of the challenges.
The remainder of the term proceeded quietly with little interference until
the final assignment. Wanting to foster space that nurtured meaningful learn-
ing, I created a flexible assignment that was negotiated individually with each
student. The requirements were deliberately loose: students were asked to
demonstrate knowledge of themes that emerged for them and analyse both
themes and characters in terms of the time period and their own lived experi-
ence. The product could be artistic (poetry, drama, painting, for example) or
traditional (written paper); regardless of their approach, though, their project
had to contain both written and oral components. It was a fun assignment to
create and rewarding to review. Although there were many delights among
them, two students remain in mind some 25 years later—one for his excel-
lence, and the other for her entitlement.
Perspective
It was a long process finding my way back to myself, and a longer one still to
the classroom; ironically, the journey led me to the same school that I had once
found so crippling. I had heard rumours during my education degree that the
faculty was facing a major transition: in fact, the government had demanded
it. A new president was installed, and a new Dean was appointed with the
singular task of cleaning up the now notorious mess that was the Faculty
of Education. Guided by a vision to grow whole teachers, the new Dean led
the development of a two-year integrated programme. Tired and fragmented
curricula were replaced, and faculty members were required to demonstrate
excellence in teaching, supervision, and research; accountability was impera-
tive. Those who opted not to support the new vision were presumably offered
alternatives, as they were not present when the new programme launched.
This faculty renaissance validated for me that my programme had indeed
been problem saturated. It also planted a seed in my mind: maybe systems can
change, and perhaps we can return to places and know them for the first time.
The journey back started with a conversation. Bolstered by a beautiful
autumn day, I decided to visit Anne-Louise Brookes, the education professor
who actually listened. That’s how I still remember her. She was the one who
really heard me during that seemingly hopeless experience. She recognised the
deep disengagement underlying my faltering health, and she named it. Some-
how that honest acknowledgement marked the beginning of my healing. Hav-
ing never told her as much, I decided to drop in and thank her. It was not easy,
though. I had not set foot on the campus since my break-up four years earlier.
I did not return for convocation, and the parchment that was sent in the mail
was never mounted. Truth be told, despite my determination never to spare
it another glance, my pulse still quickened every time I drove past the place.
Today, all that ended.
Pare the dark rind from a very fresh cocoa-nut, and grate it down
small on an exceedingly clean, bright grater; weigh it, and allow two
ounces for each quart of soup. Simmer it gently for one hour in the
stock, which should then be strained closely from it, and thickened
for table.
Veal stock, gravy-soup, or broth, 5 pints; grated cocoa-nut, 5 oz., 1
hour. Flour of rice, 5 oz.; mace, 1/2 teaspoonful; little cayenne and
salt; mixed with 1/4 pint of cream: 10 minutes.
Or: gravy-soup, or good beef broth, 5 pints: 1 hour. Rice flour, 5
oz.; soy and lemon-juice, each 1 tablespoonful; finely pounded
sugar, 1 oz.; cayenne, 1/4 teaspoonful; sherry, 2 glassesful.
Obs.—When either cream or wine is objected to for these soups, a
half-pint of the stock should be reserved to mix the thickening with.
CHESTNUT SOUP.
Strip the outer rind from some fine, sound Spanish chestnuts,
throw them into a large pan of warm water, and as soon as it
becomes too hot for the fingers to remain in it, take it from the fire, lift
out the chestnuts, peel them quickly, and throw them into cold water
as they are done; wipe, and weigh them; take three quarters of a
pound for each quart of soup, cover them with good stock, and stew
them gently for upwards of three quarters of an hour, or until they
break when touched with a fork; drain, and pound them smoothly, or
bruise them to a mash with a strong spoon, and rub them through a
fine sieve reversed; mix with them by slow degrees the proper
quantity of stock; add sufficient mace, cayenne, and salt to season
the soup, and stir it often until it boils. Three quarters of a pint of rich
cream, or even less, will greatly improve it. The stock in which the
chestnuts are boiled can be used for the soup when its sweetness is
not objected to; or it may in part be added to it.
Chestnuts, 1-1/2 lb.: stewed from 2/3 to 1 hour. Soup, 2 quarts;
seasoning of salt, mace, and cayenne: 1 to 3 minutes. Cream, 3/4
pint (when used).
JERUSALEM ARTICHOKE, OR PALESTINE SOUP.
Scrape very clean, and cut away all blemishes from some highly-
flavoured red carrots; wash, and wipe them dry, and cut them into
quarter-inch slices. Put into a large stewpan three ounces of the best
butter, and when it is melted, add two pounds of the sliced carrots,
and let them stew gently for an hour without browning; pour to them
then four pints and a half of brown gravy soup, and when they have
simmered from fifty minutes to an hour, they ought to be sufficiently
tender. Press them through a sieve or strainer with the soup; add
salt, and cayenne if required; boil the whole gently for five minutes,
take off all the scum, and serve the soup as hot as possible.
Butter, 3 oz.; carrots, 2 lbs.: 1 hour. Soup, 4-1/2 pints: 50 to 60
minutes. Salt, cayenne: 5 minutes.
COMMON TURNIP SOUP.
Wash and wipe the turnips, pare and weigh them; allow a pound
and a half for every quart of soup. Cut them in slices about a quarter
of an inch thick. Melt four ounces of butter in a clean stewpan, and
put in the turnips before it begins to boil; stew them gently for three
quarters of an hour, taking care that they shall not brown, then have
the proper quantity of soup ready boiling, pour it to them, and let
them simmer in it for three quarters of an hour. Pulp the whole
through a coarse sieve or soup strainer, put it again on the fire, keep
it stirred until it has boiled three minutes or four, take off the scum,
add salt and pepper if required, and serve it very hot. Turnips, 3 lbs.;
butter, 4 oz.: 3/4 hour. Soup, 2 quarts: 3/4 hour. Last time: three
minutes.
A QUICKLY MADE TURNIP SOUP.
Pare and slice into three pints of veal or mutton stock or of good
broth, three pounds of young mild turnips; stew them gently from
twenty-five to thirty minutes, or until they can be reduced quite to
pulp; rub the whole through a sieve, and add to it another quart of
stock, a seasoning of salt and white pepper, and one lump of sugar:
give it two or three minutes’ boil, skim and serve it. A large white
onion when the flavour is liked may be sliced and stewed with the
turnips. A little cream improves much the colour of this soup.
Turnips, 3 lbs.; soup, 5 pints: 25 to 30 minutes.
POTATO SOUP.
(Soupe à la Bourguignon.)
Clear the fat from five pints of good mutton broth, bouillon, or shin
of beef stock, and strain it through a fine sieve; add to it when it
boils, a pound and a half of good cooking apples, and stew them
down in it very softly to a smooth pulp; press the whole through a
strainer, add a small teaspoonful of powdered ginger and plenty of
pepper, simmer the soup for a couple of minutes, skim, and serve it
very hot, accompanied by a dish of rice, boiled as for curries.
Broth, 5 pints; apples, 1-1/2 lb.: 25 to 40 minutes. Ginger, 1
teaspoonful; pepper, 1/2 teaspoonful: 2 minutes.
PARSNEP SOUP.
Slice into five pints of boiling veal stock or strong colourless broth,
a couple of pounds of parsneps, and stew them as gently as
possible from thirty minutes to an hour; when they are perfectly
tender, press them through a sieve, strain the soup to them, season,
boil, and serve it very hot. With the addition of cream, parsnep soup
made by this receipt resembles in appearance the Palestine soup.
Veal stock or broth, 5 pints; parsneps, 2 lbs.: 30 to 60 minutes.
Salt and cayenne: 2 minutes.
WESTERFIELD WHITE SOUP.
Break the bone of a knuckle of veal in one or two places, and put it
on to stew, with three quarts of cold water to the five pounds of meat;
when it has been quite cleared from scum, add to it an ounce and a
half of salt, and one mild onion, twenty corns of white pepper, and
two or three blades of mace, with a little cayenne pepper. When the
soup is reduced one-third by slow simmering strain it off, and set it
by till cold; then free it carefully from the fat and sediment, and heat it
again in a very clean stewpan. Mix with it when it boils, a pint of thick
cream smoothly blended with an ounce of good arrow-root, two
ounces of very fresh vermicelli previously boiled tender in water
slightly salted and well drained from it, and an ounce and a half of
almonds blanched and cut in strips: give it one minute’s simmer, and
serve it immediately, with a French roll in the tureen.
Veal, 5 lbs.; water, 3 quarts; salt, 1-1/2 oz.; 1 mild onion; 20 corns
white pepper; 2 large blades of mace: 5 hours or more. Cream, 1
pint; almonds, 1-1/2 oz.; vermicelli, 1 oz.: 1 minute. Little thickening if
needed.
Obs.—We have given this receipt without any variation from the
original, as the soup made by it—of which we have often partaken—
seemed always much approved by the guests of the hospitable
country gentleman from whose family it was derived, and at whose
well-arranged table it was very commonly served; but we would
suggest the suppression of the almond spikes, as they seem
unsuited to the preparation, and also to the taste of the present day.
A RICHER WHITE SOUP.
Pound very fine indeed six ounces of sweet almonds, then add to
them six ounces of the breasts of roasted chickens or partridges,
and three ounces of the whitest bread which has been soaked in a
little veal broth, and squeezed very dry in a cloth. Beat these
altogether to an extremely smooth paste; then pour to them boiling
and by degrees, two quarts of rich veal stock; strain the soup
through a fine hair sieve, set it again over the fire, add to it a pint of
thick cream, and serve it, as soon as it is at the point of boiling.
When cream is very scarce, or not easily to be procured, this soup
may be thickened sufficiently without it, by increasing the quantity of
almonds to eight or ten ounces, and pouring to them, after they have
been reduced to the finest paste, a pint of boiling stock, which must
be again wrung from them through a coarse cloth with very strong
pressure: the proportion of meat and bread also should then be
nearly doubled. The stock should be well seasoned with mace and
cayenne before it is added to the other ingredients.
Almonds, 6 oz.; breasts of chickens or partridges, 6 oz.; soaked
bread, 3 oz.; veal stock, 2 quarts; cream, 1 pint.
Obs. 1.—Some persons pound the yolks of four or five hard-boiled
eggs with the almonds, meat, and bread for this white soup; French
cooks beat smoothly with them an ounce or two of whole rice,
previously boiled from fifteen to twenty minutes.
Obs. 2.—A good plain white soup maybe made simply by adding
to a couple of quarts of pale veal stock or strong well-flavoured veal
broth, a thickening of arrow-root, and from half to three quarters of a
pint of cream. Four ounces of macaroni boiled tender and well-
drained may be dropped into it a minute or two before it is dished,
but the thickening may then be diminished a little.
MOCK TURTLE SOUP.
After having taken out the brain and washed and soaked the head
well, pour to it nine quarts of cold water, bring it gently to boil, skim it
very clean, boil it if large an hour and a half, lift it out, and put into the
liquor eight pounds of neck of beef lightly browned in a little fresh
butter, with three or four thick slices of lean ham, four large onions
sliced, three heads of celery, three large carrots, a large bunch of
savoury herbs, the rind of a lemon pared very thin, a dessertspoonful
of peppercorns, two ounces of salt, and after the meat has been
taken from the head, all the bones and fragments. Stew these gently
from six to seven hours, then strain off the stock and set it into a very
cool place, that the fat may become firm enough on the top to be
cleared off easily. The skin and fat of the head should be taken off
together and divided into strips of two or three inches in length, and
one in width; the tongue may be carved in the same manner, or into
dice. Put the stock, of which there ought to be between four and five
quarts, into a large soup or stewpot; thicken it when it boils with four
ounces of fresh butter[29] mixed with an equal weight of fine dry
flour, a half-teaspoonful of pounded mace, and a third as much of
cayenne (it is better to use these sparingly at first, and to add more
should the soup require it, after it has boiled some little time); pour in
half a pint of sherry, stir the whole together until it has simmered for
a minute or two, then put in the head, and let it stew gently from an
hour and a quarter to an hour and a half: stir it often, and clear it
perfectly from scum. Put into it just before it is ready for table three
dozens of small forcemeat-balls; the brain cut into dice (after having
been well soaked, scalded,[30] and freed from the film), dipped into
beaten yolk of egg, then into the finest crumbs mixed with salt, white
pepper, a little grated nutmeg, fine lemon-rind, and chopped parsley
fried a fine brown, well drained and dried; and as many egg-balls,
the size of a small marble, as the yolks of four eggs will supply. (See
Chapter VIII). This quantity will be sufficient for two large tureens of
soup; when the whole is not wanted for table at the same time, it is
better to add wine only to so much as will be required for immediate
consumption, or if it cannot conveniently be divided, to heat the wine
in a small saucepan with a little of the soup, to turn it into the tureen,
and then to mix it with the remainder by stirring the whole gently after
the tureen is filled. Some persons simply put in the cold wine just
before the soup is dished, but this is not so well.
29. When the butter is considered objectionable, the flour, without it, may be
mixed to the smoothest batter possible, with a little cold stock or water, and
stirred briskly into the boiling soup: the spices should be blended with it.
30. The brain should be blanched, that is, thrown into boiling water with a little
salt in it, and boiled from five to eight minutes, then lifted out and laid into
cold water for a quarter of an hour: it must be wiped very dry before it is fried.
Whole calf’s head with skin on, boiled 1-1/2 hour. Stock: neck of
beef, browned in butter, 8 lbs.; lean of ham, 1/2 to 3/4 lb.; onions, 4;
large carrots, 3; heads of celery, 3; large bunch herbs; salt, 2 oz. (as
much more to be added when the soup is made as will season it
sufficiently); thin rind, 1 lemon; peppercorns, 1 dessertspoonful;
bones and trimmings of head: 8 hours. Soup: stock, 4 to 5 quarts;
flour and butter for thickening, of each 4 oz.; pounded mace, half-
teaspoonful; cayenne, third as much (more of each as needed);
sherry, half pint: 2 to 3 minutes. Flesh of head and tongue, nearly or
quite 2 lbs.: 1-1/4 to 1-1/2 hour. Forcemeat-balls, 36; the brain cut
and fried; egg-balls, 16 to 24.
Obs.—When the brain is not blanched it must be cut thinner in the
form of small cakes, or it will not be done through by the time it has
taken enough colour: it may be altogether omitted without much
detriment to the soup, and will make an excellent corner dish if
gently stewed in white gravy for half an hour, and served with it
thickened with cream and arrow-root to the consistency of good
white sauce, then rather highly seasoned, and mixed with plenty of
minced parsley, and some lemon-juice.
GOOD CALF’S HEAD SOUP.
(Not expensive.)
Stew down from six to seven pounds of the thick part of a shin of
beef with a little lean ham, or a slice of hung beef, or of Jewish beef,
trimmed free from the smoky edges, in five quarts of water until
reduced nearly half, with the addition, when it first begins to boil, of
an ounce of salt, a large bunch of savoury herbs, one large onion, a
head of celery, three carrots, two or three turnips, two small blades
of mace, eight or ten cloves, and a few white or black peppercorns.
Let it boil gently that it may not be too much reduced, for six or seven
hours, then strain it into a clean pan and set it by for use. Take out
the bone from half a calf’s head with the skin on (the butcher will do
this if desired), wash, roll, and bind it with a bit of tape or twine, and
lay it into a stewpan, with the bones and tongue; cover the whole
with the beef stock, and stew it for an hour and a half; then lift it into
a deep earthen pan and let it cool in the liquor, as this will prevent
the edges from becoming dry or discoloured. Take it out before it is
quite cold; strain, and skim all the fat carefully from the stock; and
heat five pints in a large clean saucepan, with the head cut into small
thick slices or into inch-squares. As quite the whole will not be
needed, leave a portion of the fat, but add every morsel of the skin to
the soup, and of the tongue also. Should the first of these not be
perfectly tender, it must be simmered gently till it is so; then stir into
the soup from six to eight ounces of fine rice-flour mixed with a
quarter-teaspoonful of cayenne, twice as much freshly pounded
mace, half a wineglassful of mushroom catsup,[31] and sufficient
cold broth or water to render it of the consistence of batter; boil the
whole from eight to ten minutes; take off the scum, and throw in two
glasses of sherry; dish the soup and put into the tureen some
delicately and well fried forcemeat-balls made by the receipt No. 1,
2, or 3, of Chapter VIII. A small quantity of lemon-juice or other acid
can be added at pleasure. The wine and forcemeat-balls may be
omitted, and the other seasonings of the soup a little heightened. As