Anadama Bread: a recipe with a story
Anadama bread is a loaf with a story. Actually, it’s a loaf with many stories. Probably only the long-gone Anna knows what actually happened in the tale. I’m going to tell you a couple of versions of the story and then I’ll share my version of the recipe with you. But first a bit of explanation. To wit.
It’s very difficult for me to say the word “Anadama.” I was raised in a family where any sort of crude or “naughty” or rude word was forbidden. I’m glad about this now, but I realized that I’ve raised my kids the same way when the following happened.
After an afternoon playing with a cousin, little Mack came to me, a crestfallen look on his face. I asked him what was bothering him. His face was conflicted. He twisted his hands together. Clearly something is amiss in his little world.
“My cousin said a really, really bad word, Mom,” He sighed deeply. He is slavishly devoted to his cousin, but was a bit disappointed in him at this moment. “I was shocked. I told him he shouldn’t talk like that!”
Me: (cringing and imagining A Very Bad Word Indeed): “Oh, don’t worry. These things happen. He probably regretted it as soon as he said it. But Mack . . . what word was it?”
Mack: “I can’t say it, Mom, I can’t. Don’t make me.”
Me: (morbidly curious but not wanting to cause my boy to go against his conscience) “Just whisper it to me, honey. It’s okay.”
Mack: (fighting an inner battle) “Okay, Mom,” (lowering voice to a whisper) “he said . . . ‘stupid.'”
Okay. So maybe we’ve gone a tad overboard in teaching our children to be careful of what words they choose. There are worse things, though, are there not?
In order to communicate effectively, my siblings and I (every one of them creative and ornery) learned to turn words around and say them backward, or say words in creative ways, when it was necessary to speak of crude or unpleasant things. And you know, sometimes it just is necessary.
“There’s a pile of frab on the rug. The dog was sick again.”
“Stop lying, Mark. You know where liars go. To H–E–double toothpicks.”
“The cat missed the cat box again. There is a bit of cat excrement on the floor.”
So you get the picture. Needless to say, we all have fairly colorful and creative language, to this day. Out of necessity.
So this comes full circle today, when I can’t say the word “Anadama” without a twinge of guilt. “Anadanga?” “Ana–darna?” Maybe, but it sounds so silly, does it not?
Now on to the the story, or a couple variations of it, and then I’ll share the recipe with you for bearing with me through all this foolishness.
Version One: Anna lived with her husband in a fishing village near Boston in the late 1800s. All she would make for her husband to eat was a bowlful of cornmeal mush with molasses. (She was probably preoccupied with her garden, like . . . some people I know.) Month after month went by, and the fisherman tired of this meal, so one day he added yeast and flour and tried to make bread out of it. Frustrated by his efforts, he muttered “Anna, d—n her!”
Another version: Anna was a sweetheart, who made a special bread which included cornmeal and molasses, that her husband took on long fishing trips. His crew loved it, and crooned “Anna, d–n her” in an affectionate way as they wolfed it down with her freshly-churned butter. Hmmmm . . . . sounds fishy to me.
There are plenty more versions of the story, but I think we need to get to the recipe, so you can make some today. It is so good and has the sweetness from molasses and the bitty crunch from the cornmeal, and it just occurred to me, Gentle Reader, that it was just the thing that you may like. So here’s my version of this iconic bread.
- 3 T yeast
- 3 t sugar
- 3 3/4 cups warm water
- 6 T soft butter
- 3/4 cup molasses
- 3T salt
- 1.5 cups yellow cornmeal
- 3 cups white whole wheat flour
- 10+ cups unbleached or bread flour, approximately
- Mix together yeast and the sugar and the 3/4 cup warm water to proof the yeast. Let sit for 5 minutes.
- Meanwhile, combine remaining 3 cups of water, butter, molasses, and salt in a saucepan and heat to lukewarm. Stir into yeast mixture.
- Add cornmeal and mix well.
- Add flours, one cup at a time, and beat vigorously, until the dough just begins to pull away from the side of the bowl. Knead by machine or by hand for 5 minutes at least, incorporating more flour if necessary to handle the dough.
- Don’t add too much flour!
- Shape into ball and put into a buttered bowl, and let rise until doubled in bulk.
- Punch dough down. Shape into several round loaves and put on greased and cornmeal-sprinkled cookie sheets. Sprinkle with cornmeal and slash with a sharp knife.
- Let rise until doubled in bulk, approximately 40 minutes.
- Bake in preheated 425 oven for 10 minutes, then lower temp to 350 and bake for about 30 minutes longer, or until loaves sound hollow when tapped. Cool on racks. Makes 6 round loaves.
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Sounds delicious… and ever so funny, my dear, as always!
Thank you, my friend! 🙂
I fully understand how you feel about “bad words.” We weren’t allowed to use the words “dog poop,” and you had better never say “shut up.” I now use these terms (the latter very sparingly).
Interesting story about the bread. Thanks for sharing. I can remember feeling bad when I said “Hoover Dam.” I am commening from the UBC.
Ruth, Well, well, we seemed to have been raised in the same tradition! I still won’t say “shut up” or “stupid” or “poop” or any other of the words that come so freely out of the mouths of others. Oh well. There are still plenty of words to choose from, eh? And in lieu of the proper word, you can always make up a new one. 🙂
I’m not sure which story I found more pleasing, the one with you and Mack or the one about Anna.
Thanks Gary for reading!
This would fit on my table so nicely, but alas, we have packed up the larger part of our cooking stuff. We are almost guests in our own house. (leased the house to one of my daughters and her family) so I have lost my “run of the kitchen” for the moment. We do still receive mail (hint) I will bake some once the kitchen is complete in the new home but that will be awhile. Thanks for the recipe.
Thank you, Chef. Happy moving! You’ll have a fabulous new kitchen in your new home, I trust? Big enough for guests? (hint)
The part where your son had to whisper ‘the word’ is so funny. Reminds me of the time my youngest daughter was four. We were traveling home on the bus and I unwrapped a tiny bar of chocolate as a treat. My daughter’s eyes filled with tears. When I asked what was wrong, she replied, “But it’s not good for you.” We can get overzealous at times.
The banana bread sounds delicious.
Oh my, Francene, that’s precious! “Overzealous” is a good word for it! 🙂