Home / Articles / Food & Drink / Food - Julianne Glatz / Old mother in a barrel: vinegar
Print this Article
Thursday, Oct. 11, 2012 01:27 pm

Old mother in a barrel: vinegar

art10576

Spaulding Orchard farmhouse was built in the 1830s and has been Glatz’s home for 30 years.
ILLUSTRATION BY WM. CROOK

Every fall I remember what it was like to come as a child to this place that’s been my home for almost 30 years: the venerable Spaulding Orchard farmhouse. It’s the first home my husband and I bought, and probably our last.

It wasn’t our first choice, but after being entwined in this place for so long, it’s hard to think of living anywhere else. Since the early days of our engagement, my husband and I talked about building a log cabin, albeit one with modern conveniences. By the time Peter was in his junior year of dental school at the University of Illinois at Chicago, we were sketching floor plans and discussing the number of fireplaces it would have and other details.

Our dream log home was a carrot at the end of a very long stick: a reason for Peter to study hard, and for us to live frugally. But we knew it would be a while after Peter graduated until we could realize our dream. First we’d have to pay off student loans and a loan for the dental chairs, x-ray machines and other equipment needed to outfit his office. It seems almost unbelievable now, but back in the late 1970s and early ’80s the interest rate on that loan (which floated two points over prime) was as much as 23 percent.

So when the Spaulding family decided to rent a bungalow located near the main house, we grabbed the opportunity. We’d enjoyed Chicago, but living on Spaulding Orchard Road seemed like a bit of heaven. The house was a bit smaller than our old apartment, but had a huge tree-filled yard. There were beautiful woods and a creek across the road, everything so peaceful and quiet that often the only sounds were birdcalls and wind rustling through trees. Sitting on the porch that fall with our newborn son, watching the surrounding woods begin to flame with the brilliant changing leaves, we knew we’d come home.

One reason it felt like coming home for me was that it was so familiar in a special way. Since childhood I’d come there in spring for asparagus and summer for peaches. But fall trips to the Spaulding Orchard were the best: a yearly ritual as closely linked to autumn as cooler weather and starting school. As we drove past the farmhouse, heading to the barns behind, I could hardly contain my excitement. There were piles of pumpkins, and apples everywhere: in bushels and boxes, piled on wagons, and heaped in the huge cider press inside a shed. If no one was around, mom would tap the horn, and Geraldine Spaulding would walk over from the farmhouse. “Would you like some cider?” she’d ask. That was the moment I’d waited for. She’d pull a cone-shaped paper cup from the nearby dispenser, filling it from a jug of cider just pressed in that giant contraption. I’m not sure why it was so wonderful. I only know I wasn’t alone in loving it: I have lost count of the people who, learning where I live, mention those cups of cider.

But by the time we moved into the bungalow, the cider and produce were long gone. Mercer, Geraldine’s husband, had passed on, and their children had moved away. The orchard was cut down, the land leased to a neighboring farmer, and eventually sold to become Panther Creek. Geraldine lived alone in the farmhouse. For three years we were neighbors, seeing each other almost daily. Then her children persuaded her to move to Florida; the farmhouse was put up for sale (the bungalow was owned by another family member).

A year later, it was still on the market when our accountant told us it was time to buy a house and what we should spend. Peter and I looked at each other. The old farmhouse and its two acres listed for almost that exact amount. A log cabin was still appealing, but Spaulding Orchard was home. Two phone calls and 48 hours later, the farmhouse was ours.

There were reasons the farmhouse hadn’t sold. Our new home was old – very old; the Spaulding family said it had been built in the 1830s. The first-floor rooms were lovely except for the kitchen, which was so small there wasn’t even enough room for a table, and it had four doorways. The second story consisted of one huge bedroom (also lovely), one average-sized bedroom, and one that measured six feet by eight feet. None had closets. The upstairs bathroom doubled as the hallway. The electric wiring throughout was a nightmare.

Then there was the basement. Not really a basement, it was a cellar with dirt floors and moldering brick walls. Four oak barrels lay sideways on cement blocks. Three were empty; the fourth nearly so. When we first saw them, we talked about what the barrels had contained and decided we might use them as outdoor decoration sometime, but afterwards forgot about them. It was better to avoid thinking too much about the cellar.

Vinegar mothers develop on fermenting liquids that when mixed with oxygen convert alcohol into acetic acid bacteria.


Shortly after moving, our then 7-year-old daughter Anne and two of her friends were exploring our new abode. Suddenly the terrified trio pounded up the cellar stairs, screaming. It took a few minutes before they calmed down enough to talk. “It ... it … there … there’s a card tacked to one of those barrels,” gasped Anne. “It says ‘Old Mother in Barrel.’” We’d joked that the cellar was only good as a backdrop for spooky Halloween stories. Was it horrifyingly true?

The girls glared at me when I laughed. What was funny about a dead woman in that barrel?

I explained there probably was a mother in the barrel, but it wasn’t a person. It was a vinegar mother. True, a vinegar mother does look a bit creepy: slimy and rubbery. But it’s the opposite of evil. In fact, the folks who advocate natural health remedies treasure it.

Vinegar mothers are composed of cellulose and acetic acid bacteria (which are probiotics, a.k.a. beneficial bacteria). It develops on fermenting liquids, combining with oxygen in the air to convert alcohol into those acetic acid bacteria. They occur in apple cider as well as a host of other liquids, including wine.

Utilizing vinegar for health isn’t new. In fact, Hippocrates wrote of using it in the fourth century B.C. When I had a childhood cold, my grandmother would make me cider vinegar tea sweetened with honey. Today advocates believe apple cider vinegar is the most beneficial, using it both internally and externally for things ranging from colds, weight loss and high cholesterol to sunburn and dandruff. But to be effective, they say it must be made from unfiltered and unpasteurized cider (the level of acidity destroys any bad bacteria). Most cider vinegars in groceries have been pasteurized, but commercial brands made from raw cider are widely available in health food stores and some groceries. Locally, Food Fantasies carries it.

As well as being good for you, apple cider vinegar is delicious, adding a delightful piquancy to salad dressings and almost everything apple. I like to toss apples I’ve sliced for pie, strudel or crisps with a tablespoon or so, both to keep the apples from turning brown as well as heightening their flavor. I also like to add those vinegar-tossed apples to the pan when roasting a chicken or pork loin, and then deglazing the pan with cider and a little more vinegar to make a sauce.

There was a little more than three gallons of the vinegar in the “Old Mother” barrel. It had been aging for at least a decade, darker, more intensely flavorful and acidic than any commercial brand. I’ve used it sparingly over the years to make fantastic deviled eggs and as mentioned above. There’s still almost a gallon left.

And history is repeating itself. Last week Anne called from Brooklyn about a wonderful cold remedy she’d discovered: two tablespoons of cider vinegar and a tablespoon of honey in a cup of hot water.

Contact Julianne Glatz at realcuisine.jg@gmail.com.

Log in to use your Facebook account with
IllinoisTimes

Login With Facebook Account



Recent Activity on IllinoisTimes

Calendar

  • Fri
    29
  • Sat
    30
  • Sun
    31
  • Mon
    1
  • Tue
    2
  • Wed
    3
  • Thu
    4