I can hardly believe I’m writing this, because I am generally very conservative (literally) about words. I try not to change them. In my opinion, this aids in communication, and communication is much more important to me than words – even though words are beautiful and exciting treasure-maps… I digress.
About a year ago, I discovered Baked French Toast. That stuff is good, and it is so much easier than frying bread a few slices at a time. It isn’t French Toast. It probably shouldn’t even say “French Toast” in the name, since it isn’t fried in butter, and that’s an important distinction.
Then in the spring I was researching recipes for my friends’ annual potluck St. Patrick’s Day party, and I ran across a recipe for bread pudding that sounded a whole lot like Baked French Toast. So I did some research. Yep. Same thing. Also, if you don’t use cream and you make it more savory, it’s the same thing as “dressing” (or, if you put it inside a bird you’re roasting, “stuffing”) at Thanskgiving and Christmas. It is even basically identical to Monkey Bread.
If you get really broad, maybe even what we call “casseroles” could be in the same category. A starch is chopped up, mixed with other sweet or savory fillings, soaked in a sauce, and baked.
One of my friends long ago persuaded me that “casserole” is a yucky word. This was at the same time that I was first considering eating them. The best alternative term we could come up with was “hot dish”, that some small sections of our country use for the same thing. But it sounds so pedantic.
Enter “bramble bake”. Today. I saw a recipe on Pinterest for a “Blueberry Bramble Bake”, which, it turned out, was a bread pudding with blueberries and cream cheese. But the name, as the Dread Pirate Roberts and Anne of Green Gables would agree, is the important thing, and “bramble bake” rang in my ears. I hoped that it simply already was the elusive term I’d been waiting for. Maybe it was, except that none of the rest of the world realized.
Back in history – and history about words matters to me – it seems that it meant something baked out of the fruit of a thorny shrub, like blackberries are. “Bramble” is a word for such a plant, and it conjures images of tangled branches, blends of depth and shadow, sprinkled with a surprise of sweetness or other sharp point here and there. And after people grew tired of only using the phrase for actual bramble pastries, it came to be applied to things baked with other berries.
Here’s where we enter the scene. Because “bramble” is a lovely metaphor for the collection of flavors and textures jumbled together and baked, I am inviting you to join me in using “bramble bake” to describe all of the things in this blog: baked French toasts, bread puddings, dressings and stuffings, casseroles and hot dishes.
What are your favorite bramble bakes?
To God be all glory,
Lisa of Longbourn
Lisa of Longbourn 