A chilling tale of star-crossed love in the cold English moors where “the entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist and that I have lost her,” Wuthering Heights is a controversial tome for it’s depiction of physical and mental cruelty as well as its denial of religious conventions, Bronte’s 1847 publication is perhaps prodigiously and most famously described by English poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti as “A fiend of a book – an incredible monster … The action is laid in hell, – only it seems places and people have English names there.” In my opinion, this stands as the perfect description. Difficult to read, maudlin characters and onerous plot lines render Heathrine’s (I should totally copyright Heathcliff and Catherine’s modern moniker) tale downright impossible!“As is usually the case in a coal district, a fine, red fire illumined the chimney…” the madness of love found rising to the the insanity of love’s labour lost. As pages turn, emotions burn and feelings run strong, we find our own views of love and relationships left scorching in the hopeless smoke roasting on the fire. This is not the classic love story of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. This is connection in its most basic form, “…the comfort which the eye derives from it, renders the extra heat endurable.” When mad crazy love is the name, destruction is usually the game! Self-destruction, cheating hearts, devastated souls and childhood backpacks of scars. Insanity must run it’s course, but will anyone be left standing when it’s done? Give Wuthering Heights a read and find out!
Emily Bronte is an author after my own heart, spending almost a full page on the description of a kitchen, that will never be used in the book. If I had to pick one word to describe the novel, I would pick desolation. In setting the mood of a hearth grown cold and a solitary table, food plays little to no role in Heathrine’s story observing “no signs of roasting, boiling or baking, about the huge fire-place; nor any glittler of copper saucepans and tin cullenders on the walls.”
At the Heights, “the kitchen is forced to retreat into another quarter…its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye.” The various meals of the day are mentioned only in passing – a fast to break the day, a sup to quell an evening chill, but the only real mention of food was the “glass of warm wine and gingerbread” on page 238. There is so much real estate in this book, you could take out a nice spread in Town and Country, but Bronte lends us a mere six words to give the land warmth and the house a familiar touch. A dark gingerbread treacle on a cold Wuthering Heights.
- 3½ tablespoons all purpose flour
- 2 tablespoons self-rising flour
- 2 tablespoons whole milk
- 1½ tablespoons dark brown sugar
- 1½ tablespoons black treacle (a.k.a. molasses)
- 1 tablespoon Egg Beaters
- 1/2 teaspoon canola oil
- 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
- 1/2 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
- 1/8 teaspoon baking soda
- Vanilla Glazed Icing , prepped per instructions!
- Preheat the oven to 350°.
- Conventional baking methods require too many dishes for thecomfykitchen.com! Grab a bowl, whisk all ingredients together until smooth!
- Butter and flour a mini bundt pan (see Notes), pour in the batter and bake at 350° for 18-20 minutes until a dark golden brown and a cake tester comes out clean.
- Drizzle with the vanilla glaze and serve warm from the oven with a glass of warm wine or a hot cuppa tea!
- I baked this in a mini bundt cake, but feel free to use a mini loaf pan if you have one. A ramekin might also work.
- Although this is a mini dark gingerbread treacle, it's big enough to leave room for munchies! Hence the 2 servings!