Rite of Spring Pancakes: A Nina Deering Special

Rite of Spring Pancakes

a high contrast kitchen ritual from beyond the veil

Spring is here in the northern hemisphere and with it comes an opportunity for us to participate in our own spiritual rebirth and the ancient and new rites of spring. Time is cyclical and natural magic teaches us this. Here we are and here we will be again. As we witness the new leaves growing on the branches, the flowers in bloom after the long dark winter we again have the opportunity to dance our own rebirth into existence.

This year we take our cue from Nina and her love of pancakes and Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring. It was the ballet that enraged and changed the world when it premiered in 1913 and incited a riot with its depiction of pagan ritual, dance, and a musical score that defied all reason and order. 

The recipe we share with you today comes from Nina’s Dad, straight out of a family cookbook published by the American Historical Society of Germans from Russia. It is a recipe for Blini, a Russian pancake considered by early East Slavic people to be a symbol of the sun, due to their round form. They were traditionally prepared at the end of winter to honor the rebirth of the new sun. 

We’ve transformed this family favorite into an enchanted rite for spring, complete with poetic incantations from our Dark Bush herself.

To experience the true magical power of this Spring ritual preparations must be made the night before. It will add to the poetic high contrast of a spring pancake best enjoyed in the early hours of a new day as a symbol of new life and light after sleep and dark.

Before going to sleep, mix together the following ingredients:

2 cups flour

2 tbsp. Sugar

½ tsp. Salt

2 cups like warm water

1 cake yeast dissolved in ½ cup warm water

As you mix your ingredients thoroughly perform the following incantation:

“within the frame of my withered cage

Deep breaths rage”

(take a deep primordial breath)

“Shadows gather like soft faces

velvet windows clear stone”

(gather the shadows that surround you, hold them in your hand like the face of someone you love...whisper gratitude to them. Then cast them like a soft stone you would skip across the surface of a still lake)

“Grounding deep into bedrock tombs 

a fir tree bends and twists”

(with your feet firmly planted bend and twist your body in all manor of ugliness and beauty)

“Oh muse oh moon

Put me down suspended in ecstasy”

(visualize yourself asleep and peaceful in the light of the moon)

“I hate to leave so soon

But the sun she rises”

(with each final stir bring into mind your wild dreams of love, youthfulness and harvest for the coming summer months)

Now cover the mixture “sponge” and let it sit overnight in a warm place.

In the morning rise out of bed like a newborn lamb and put on the voices of Trio Bulgarka or listen to Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring as you add 1 egg beat in 1 cup of hot milk to which has been added 1 tsp soda. Mix “sponge” well. Batter will be very thin and watery. Bake on a lightly greased pan. Pour about ½ cup batter in the pan holding the pan at a slight angle. Move the pan in a circular motion until the batter covers the entire bottom of the pan. Set on hot burners. When edges begin to curl, turn and brown on the other side. Blinna’s should be porous and very thin. Served with butter, syrup or jam.

THE BRIGHT YOUNG THINGS: another year around the sun

The Bright Young Things were on my mind. In the aftermath of World War I, the children of the crumbling aristocracy, disillusioned and lost…decided to party. And party they did with style and art and lots and lots of costumes.

We made a date, in Balboa Park. I made a cheeseboard. And for a night we time travelled with our rags and our hair and our lipstick and a boombox singing old croonies and for dessert we marched to the pavilion where Buster Keaton and Laurel and Hardy Halloween movies played on the big screen.

We laughed and danced and laughed some more. We were bright young things.

Samhain Soul cakes + Altars

The Halloween after Nina died was the most spiritual celebration of the holiday I had ever experienced. Perhaps it was her ghostly spirit haunting me and teaching me about all the ways that the world is still enchanted and filled with magic. I started to read about the ancient traditions behind the holiday, Samhain and proceeded to build an alter for my dead. I cleaned, I framed, I lit candles, we walked in the old graveyard near our house, laid flowers for Sean’s grandparents, made full moon water, baked soul cakes with Batya and Ed and sang old songs.

A LEWIS CARROL TEA PARTY

Another beautiful tea party with the kids at Kalabash to celebrate our handmade theatre production of Lewis Carrol. From day one I challenged all the actors to memorize in full the entire Lewis Carrol poem The Walrus + the Carpenter”

When the day came to finally celebrate over a very English tea party with pink lemonade we went around the table reciting line by line the entire poem. If someone didn’t know what came next they simply said “pass”. But by golly, nearly everyone got it and it was so beautiful to see this communal recitation of the beautiful and absurd poem by Lewis Carrol.

A ROALD DAHL TEA PARTY

On the last day of our handmade theatre summer camp we put together a Roald Dahl themed tea party for little giants. We had 5 days to put together a production of The BFG and to my delight was pleased to find that Roald Dahl too had a recipe book perfect for this occasion. I photocopied pages for all our campers and they excitedly brought all the delicious dishes with revolting names to the table. We had snozzcumbers and frobscottle and giant boogers….and of course…strawbunkles and cream. Here are some lovely pictures of a beautifully strange and wondrous afternoon.

Breakfast for Dinner: Joni Mitchell, Claude Monet, Walt Whitman

Nancy and Danny told me they loved Joni Mitchell, Walt Whitman and Impressionism. The result…breakfast for dinner in the form of Monet’s scrambled eggs, Joni Mitchell’s Lentil Soup that she would eat for breakfast and Walt Whitman’s coffee cake via Paper and Salt.

Joni Mitchell’s Lentil Soup (that she would eat in the early afternoon with eggs and toast)

Serves four
In a large pan on a low heat, slowly soften a chopped clove of garlic and a chopped onion in a little butter, until translucent. Add two tablespoons of tomato puree and a teaspoon of sweet paprika, and cook, stirring, for two minutes. Add 200g red lentils, three tablespoons of bulgur wheat (optional) and 1.2 litres of chicken or vegetable stock. Bring to a boil, then simmer for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally to prevent the soup catching. Once the lentils are soft and starting to fall apart, take off the heat and blitz until fairly smooth. Season to taste, then serve sprinkled with chilli flakes, a pinch of dried mint and a squeeze of lemon.