1 teaspoon onion salt
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
In a Dutch oven or soup kettle, bring water to a boil. Add broccoli, celery and carrots; boil 2—3 minutes. Drain; set vegetables aside. In the same kettle, sauté onion in butter until tender. Stir in flour to form a smooth paste. Gradually add the broth and milk, stirring constantly. Bring to a boil; boil and stir for one minute. Add vegetables and remaining ingredients. Reduce heat; cover and simmer for 30—40 minutes, or until vegetables are tender.
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Tuna a la Varenka
This was given to me by a charming American who lived in the wilds of New York State. Wasabi is a Japanese horse radish, very sharp. You may substitute English horseradish, but the Japanese is better.
Tuna steak or tilapia, or whatever fish you like
Homemade flour rub with fresh herbs (optional)
Sesame oil 2 tablespoons
Fresh garlic 1 teaspoon
Fresh ginger 1 teaspoon
Red or green peppers 1 cup
Onion 1 cup
Mango, fresh or canned, 1 cup w/juice
Red pepper flakes
Black pepper
Soy sauce 1/2 teaspoon
Karo syrup 2 tablespoons
Honey 2 tablespoons
Cream sherry 2 tablespoons
Dried orange peel
Dash wasabi
Sauté fish, peppers, & onions in sesame oil; add other ingredients and simmer until done. Do not overcook fish.
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In subsequent issues, I shall provide the following recipes:
• Mrs Hudson’s Finnan Haddie Recipe (passed down from my Scottish grandmother)
• Mrs Hudson’s Recipe for Bubble and Squeak (a nourishing breakfast for Mr Holmes and Dr. Watson—a favourite of theirs on Sunday mornings)
• Mrs Hudson’s Curried Lamb Shank (which kept Mr Holmes warm on cold London nights)
• Mrs Hudson’s Scotch Eggs (a favourite of Dr Watson’s)
SHERLOCK HOLMES ON RADIO, A Review by Carole Buggé
The Further Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
It is common knowledge among Sherlock Holmes fans that when his creator, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, exhausted by the hold Holmes had over his life, tried to kill him off by plunging him unceremoniously off a precipice and into the swirling waters of Reichenbach Falls, he was forced—however unwillingly—to resurrect Holmes some three years later. The clamor of a public hungry for more tales of the great detective finally induced Doyle to bring Holmes back to life in “The Adventure of the Empty House.”
Holmes had, in a sense, become Doyle’s Moriarty—his nemesis, his bete noire. The author’s own brainchild had assumed a stranglehold on his life—and, anxious to pursue what he regarded as his more “serious” work, Doyle felt there was no alternative but to do the fellow in once and for all. One is inevitably reminded of another great Edwardian master, Sir Arthur Sullivan, who suffered a lifelong frustration that his operatic collaborations with W.S. Gilbert took him away from what he regarded as his “serious” work. The irony for both men is, of course, the same: how many readers of this magazine—a subset of Doyle fans if ever there was one—have actually read The White Company? And although the music Sir Arthur Sullivan wrote outside of the famed operettas occasionally shows up on classical FM stations, it is not much of a departure from the gracefully melodic airs of The Mikado or H.M.S. Pinafore—and, lacking Gilbert’s witty, satirical lyrics, it strikes us as lilting and lovely, to be sure, but—well, slight. Together, Gilbert and Sullivan were magic. Apart, well . . . they needed each other to complete the other’s genius.
One might well say the same of Watson and Holmes. Or even of Conan Doyle and his fictional sleuth. Doyle may have hated Holmes, and dreamed on long winter nights of killing off his greatest creation—but, in the end, he needed Holmes. And perhaps that as much as anything drove the onetime doctor to lure the famous detective to a certain death at the hands of his fictional nemesis, the delightfully unrepentant Professor Moriarty. (I like to play a little quiz game in my fiction classes. While delivering a lecture on the nature of a good antagonist, after telling them roughly how many Holmes stories Doyle penned, I ask the class how many of the stories Moriarty appears in. The answer is inevitably in the double digits—a testament to the impact of the deliciously evil Professor, who, as I’m sure most of you know, appears in only one story, The Final Problem, and is mentioned in passing in three.)
In fact, though Doyle could not be said to have invented the arch villain (perhaps that honor belongs to Shakespeare; Iago springs to mind, though there are surely other candidates)—Doyle added a level of modernity to him when he gave Moriarty superhuman genius, in addition to the usual qualities of cunning, ambition, and obsessive drive shared by other great fictional villains (Iago, Lady MacBeth, Javert, the Monte Cristo villain).
Happily, readers of our times are no more ready for Holmes to solve his last case than they were in Edwardian times. And so the Master lives on—in novels and stories penned by a wide range of Doyle devotees (for how can you hope to recreate his world if you don’t share a deep love for Holmes and Watson?)
Most people are familiar with Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce films of the 1930s and ’40s, and some readers may have heard the radio recordings from that era with Rathbone and Bruce reprising their film roles.
And there have, of course, been many other film, television, and radio versions of the great detective—some of them treatments of Doyle’s own stories, and some of them original stories from new writers (The Seven Percent Solution, Young Sherlock Holmes, The Secret Life of Sherlock Holmes, to mention just a few). And probably the most lavish treatment of the original Doyle stories is the gorgeously produced BBC/-Granada Television series of the 1980s, starring Jeremy Brett and Edward Hardwicke—maybe the best Holmes and Watson ever to appear—on film. Brett’s fidgety, restless Holmes and Hardwicke’s quietly intelligent, noble Watson strike me as both the most personal and most faithful interpretations of Doyle’s characters.
The BBC/Grenada series is stunning to look at—one feels that every detail of life in nineteenth century London was researched and lovingly recreated by the production team. But there is something about Conan Doyle’s tales of adventure and intrigue that make them especially wonderful as radio drama. London of that time was a noisy city of richly textured sounds—the squawk of street vendors blending with the rattle of wooden cart wheels and the steady clip-clop of horses’ hooves on cobblestones, with Big Ben faithfully chiming out the hours in the background.
And now, thanks to Jim French Productions, Holmes lovers can savor the further adventures of Sherlock Holmes and his ever-trusty Watson in a handsomely produced series of radio plays, Sherlock Holmes Radio Mysteries. The recordings recreate the same nineteenth century London that Holmes fans have
