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Some Tall Tales are Almost True

Some Tall Tales are Almost True
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While rum and other spirits are widely consumed throughout New England today, the traditional New England drink is, of course, cider. Hard cider. Sure, there’s always been plenty of sweet cider handy-particularly during the fall months-to be served when the minister calls, but during my growing-up years in Maine the favorite recipes had names such as “Hard Cider Eggnog,” “Old Hard,” and “Whitcomb’s Dynamite Special.” The latter, in a 19th-century recipe book I came across recently, is described with the following postscript:

“Don’t ever venture to drink it. It’s great for blasting rocks or blowing out stumps. If you owe somebody a grudge, a slug of ‘Whitcomb’s Dynamite Special’ will square accounts permanently.”

An old New England custom was to take barrels of cider and bury them in the ground in the fall. In the spring, the barrels were dug up and the contents put through some sort of filter, after which the cider would be “clear as wine, with a kick that would put a mule to shame.” The holes were called cider holes and the result was generally known as applejack, which has “a muzzle velocity,” a New Hampshire neighbor of mine once told me, “like a six-inch howitzer cannon.”

Tea, more popular in New England than in any other part of the country, is written and talked about in the same exaggerated manner as is hard cider. We seem to need to boast about how strong our drinks are.

“Laboratory tests have proved that tea prepared in the Maine fashion is far more corrosive than nitric acid and only misses being the universal solvent by an eyelash,” wrote one Down East newspaper columnist some years ago. And he was only half joking.

“To be at its best, Maine tea should be prepared out of doors,” he went on to say, “in a pot made of double-thick armor plate. A pound of tea in a tablespoon of water is the ration generally observed in mixing the ingredients. This mixture is boiled for two days or until the foliage within a radius of three miles has been withered by the strong fumes it gives off.”

Roger Finn reports the time when the Finn School in Concord, Massachusetts, had its beginnings. One day a Miss Jay was reading a story to her first-grade class and came upon the word “straight.” She paused for a minute to establish the meaning of it. Some told her that the edge of the table was straight. Others chose a ruler. There seemed to be complete understanding by all until, inevitably, Sammy, age 6, said, “No, that’s not what it means. In my house it means ‘without ginger ale.’ ”

Spoken like a true New Englander.

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Some Tall Tales are Almost True

Updated Monday, November 1st, 2004

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