Shakespeare Post: Much Ado About Nothing

I still love this play.  My friends and I saw the Branagh / Thompson version of this at the end of Year 12 (it was part of our big outing after our last day), and adored it then, too.  Though we were the only ones in the cinema laughing at most of the jokes, which was a little sad.  For everyone else…

Warning: Here be truly horrible puns.  You have been warned.

Florentines and hearts… themes in this play.

We’ve actually done Much Ado About Nothing before – it’s a re-run, because As You Like It requires a fair number of people who are willing to sing, and we couldn’t get enough of our singers corralled for this weekend.  Last time, I read Beatrice – this time I was Benedick, and let me tell you, the view is very different from there.

Renaissance garden salad, with trees for Benedick to hide behind and overhear things that may be important…

One can’t help being aware, when reading these plays, of the restrictions and constraints faced by even the strongest and cleverest women Shakespeare wrote.  But there’s nothing like reading a male leading role – and especially the role of a reasonably wealthy, upper-class man- to really highlight that realisation.

Civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion. (Or jellied complexion, as the case may be…)

The world is Benedick’s oyster, in a way that it will never be Beatrice’s, and reading him, I had this sense of boundless freedom, of opportunities and possibilities, of just being able to do anything I chose with my life – something I’ve never felt in reality.  And now I sort of want to read Beatrice again – all Shakespeare’s heroines again, really – because if that’s what they are up against, no wonder so many of them have such sharp tongues.  Their words are pretty much the only weapons they have.

Marinated eggplant. Not to be confused with oysters.

Anyway.  There is definitely much feminist ranting to be had from this play, but this is my cooking blog, not my feminist rant blog (and now I want a feminist rant blog), so perhaps I’ll leave it at that for now.  I still love the play, of course.  Though my desire to write the version where Hero tells Claudio exactly what he can do with his suspicions, his really unnecessarily cruel response to them (I mean, I can see calling off the marriage if you think your partner has been unfaithful, but is public humiliation really necessary?)  and his second offer of marriage is definitely getting stronger.

This is not the kind of Florentine that Claudio is.

(I find the only way I can envisage a happy ending for Hero in this play is by assuming that Claudio is now feeling so very, very guilty, and also so very, very wrong, that he will never so much as look at her cross-eyed again and will spend the next twenty years or so atoning.  Then again, what was Hero thinking falling in love someone called Claudio in the first place?  Going anywhere near a Claudio in a Shakespeare play is never a winning move.)

Rocky road. Representing the rocks in Claudio’s head.

OK, sorry, my dislike of Claudio got the better of me there.  Sorry.  Where was I again?  Ah yes, food…

Exhibit A: Food

This play is in Messina, Sicily, so I had a vaguely Italian theme, but mostly my food was just about making puns on the characters’ names or personalities. I started off with the aforementioned florentines for Claudio, and then looked around for Benedick.  Mostly, he gets described by Beatrice in highly unflattering terms, but the exchange in which it is said that he is ‘stuffed full of good qualities’ and she retorts ‘very true: he is a stuffed man’ was rather irresistible.   I made him some mushrooms stuffed with pesto.

Benedick: Mushroom or man?

Hero is, of course sweet and pure and adorable.  So sweet and pure and adorable that there was only one possible food to represent her – meringues, as frilly as possible.  I made some vanilla and some with violet essence, to ensure that nobody was left in doubt of her sweet, sweet nature…

Frilly, sweet little meringues for frilly, sweet little Hero.  They are, of course, too short for high praise and too brown for a fair praise, but were they other than they were, they were not handsome…

Beatrice is made of rather sterner stuff, and she is all about wordplay, so for her I made a chocolate and beetroot cake – rich, complex, and with a lovely dense texture (not that Beatrice is dense by any stretch of the imagination).

Chocolate and beetroot cake, for Beetrice.

As for the other characters, I didn’t really make too many puns on their names, but given the Italian theme it was inevitable that I get some salami to represent Don Pedro – Is Don. Is Good.

Unless, of course, you are Don John, in which you are a plain speaking villain who cannot be represented by salami.

Then I started looking through the text for other ideas. I liked Beatrice’s remark about Benedick giving her a double heart in exchange for her single one, so I made heart-shaped butter biscuits and sandwiched them together in pairs with jam before baking.  They didn’t look very heart-like, after baking, alas but they were rather lovely nonetheless.

Double hearts for Beatrice and Benedick. I am tempted to say that the raspberry jam represents blood…

The Rocky Road, aside from representing the contents of Claudio’s skull (to be fair, there are a few similarly-minded people in this play), could also represent the path of true love which never did run smooth, though that was in a Midsummer Night’s Dream, of course…  And speaking of people with an insufficiency of mental matter, there was one other character who had a platter of food in his honour…

Strawberries for Dogberry. Because he deserves them.

The next thing that sprang out from the text was ‘civil as an orange and something of that jealous complexion’, which made no sense at all to me the first time I heard it (and if it still makes no sense to you, consider that ‘civil’ sounds rather like ‘Seville’, a kind of bitter orange, and go from there).  I made orange cakes last time, so this time I decided to go for sour orange and lemon jellies.  Which really did not want to come out of their moulds, alas.

Not the most elegant orange jellies I’ve ever seen…

Aside from that, though, they were pretty good – lovely and tart and just what we needed to counteract all the other rich sweets.

I may possibly have got carried away with the sweets…

At this point in the planning process it occurred to me that I might possibly have enough sweets now, and should possibly be considering what sort of savouries might work well in this feast.

It was, of course, necessary to have an orchard in which Benedick, and later Beatrice, could hide to hear what was said of them.  I have this lovely recipe for a ‘Renaissance Garden Salad’, which looks terribly impressive but is actually very easy to make, so I brought it out again.  Beatrice and I had a lovely time hiding behind our rosemary trees.

The orchard, in which many things are overheard.

The trouble is that the dried fruit in this particular salad makes it fairly sweet too – actually kind of appropriate for Sicilian cooking, which tends to put raisins and oranges in otherwise savoury dishes – but I thought we needed a few things that were straightforwardly savoury.  I haven’t made baked ricotta for a while, so that was my next step.

Baked ricotta, surrounded by croutons.

I feel you can’t have a Mediterranean play without olives, even though I don’t really like them, and my local Greek deli had some lovely green Sicilian olives – perfect for my needs!  They also had marinated eggplant, which I cheated and bought.

Assorted olives – the bright green ones are from Sicily.

The marinated peppers (another Sicilian  staple), however, I made myself.

Assorted sweet peppers – roasted, peeled and marinated with olive oil and a little garlic

My friend G. was bringing bread, so I didn’t need to worry too much about that.  But I did want a bit more protein on the table, so I decided to bring out the lovely Diana Henry recipe for chicken roasted with potatoes, rosemary and garlic.  This is very much like the way my Nonna used to roast chicken, which is authentic enough for me.  Also, chicken was highly appropriate to this play, what with Leonato referring to Hero as his chick, and of course all the fowl play.

What, all my pretty chickens and their – damn! Wrong play…

At that point, I felt there really was very nearly enough food, so I just made a tomato salad and left it at that.

No tomato puns spring to mind.  You can thank me later.

I was actually really pleased with the balance of food and flavours in this meal.  I don’t really count the desserts, because I knew full well that I was making far too many of them (I always do, but sweets are so much more fun to cook than savouries).  I like creating a feast where you can, if you choose, actually have a nice, healthy, well-balanced meal (lots of vegetables to choose from and some good quality proteins and carbohydrates), before going nuts on the sweets.  Which is sort of the point.

And I like being able to look at that table full of food and note that there was enough there that was gluten-free, vegetarian, dairy-free or even vegan that just about anyone could have made a good meal out of it.  As it happens, I was only catering for egg, nut and onion allergies this time around, but it’s the principle of the thing (I do so much cooking around allergies that I now feel both guilty and decadent if I make a cake that includes butter, eggs and nuts all at the same time).

But it’s still all about the desserts.


This time last year…

Eurovision Party Cake
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8 comments for “Shakespeare Post: Much Ado About Nothing

  1. filkferengi
    May 16, 2012 at 4:22 am

    How delightful! I hope all your guests had the good sense to wear something with extra elastic in the waistband. [weg]

    Thank you for writing–and sharing–this abundance of good things and (especially) bad puns.

    • May 16, 2012 at 9:24 am

      I think everyone has learned to fast before a Shakespeare feast…

  2. May 16, 2012 at 7:54 am

    This was an absolutely wonderful rendition of my favorite Shakespeare play (and the Branagh/Thompson version is my absolute favorite movie — there was a period in my life when I was watching it once a week whether I needed to or not).

    Agree beyond wholeheartedly with you about Claudio (I always tell Hero at the end of the movie that if he ever so much as thinks something stupid in the future she is to hold this episode over his head like the Sword of Damocles), and about being female in Shakespeare’s plays. I suspect I probably would have blown sky high and been sent to a nunnery, myself [g]. And now I’m hungry!

    • May 16, 2012 at 9:24 am

      Thank you! I do love this play – and the film – and yes, Emma Thompson in particular is just wonderful in the role.

      As for Claudio, we were commenting that Hero could guilt-trip him for the rest of his life, really. In fact, Claudio’s so dim that she could probably say ‘and remember the last time you distrusted me I DIED, so you’d better not do that again,’ and he probably wouldn’t recognise the flaw in her logic…

  3. May 17, 2012 at 8:19 pm

    Food and feminism! This is my kind of post 🙂 The “orchard” is stunning!

    • May 17, 2012 at 9:14 pm

      I admit, these are also two of my favourite things.

      And yes, I am very fond of the orchard.

  4. May 20, 2012 at 4:59 am

    Love it! If you haven’t already, you should watch the BBC version from 1980ish, with Robert Lindsay and Cherie Lunghi. Slightly darker, though still with excellent chemistry. Jon Finch is a marvellous Don Pedro, just the right level of aristocratic campness combined with striking turquoise eyeshadow. Don John is suave and excellent, and I’m starting from the assumption that he will naturally be a million times better than Mr Can’t-Read-Shakespeare-So-We-Shoved-Him-In-Black-Leather-Trousers. And the men are suitably homoerotic, which was of course one of the main things the Beeb Shakespeare series wanted to bring out in all their productions. They felt that if a duel wasn’t madly sexualised, preferably with groping (and on one occasion, with a startling change in colour to Hotspur’s eyes), then they weren’t doing their job properly. Not that I remember any duels in this play, but I wander.

    You totally, absolutely, and thoroughly need to write a book. You know how you feel guilty about the possibility that you may not be feeding people enough? Well, think of all the people in the world who are currently being CRUELLY DEPRIVED of both your writing talents and your amazing recipes. I think you’ve already written enough for three books at least: one on Shakespeare, one on confectionery, one on general food.

    • May 20, 2012 at 8:17 am

      We haven’t got to that one yet (we are watching all the BBC Shakespeares in order of release, and are currently on Twelfth Night, which is surprisingly good). And oh yes, so very slashy!

      And thank you for the vote of confidence, book-wise. I just don’t have enough hours in the day right now…

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