Bakery Bulletin by Philippa Kelly: Tom Hanks or Bill Murray and the history of Baked Alaska

Baked Alaska by Kimberley Vardeman (Wikipedia Commons).

'When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life.'

When Harold Ramis cast Bill Murray in Groundhog Day, he saw a pay cheque big and fat and a future of royalties. Yet we know that Tom Hanks would have done a much better job.

Groundhog Day is on February 2nd, but it’s the day before that interests me, not least because it doesn’t begin with a serenade by Sonny and Cher, and there isn’t a Duckface in sight. February 1st is Baked Alaska Day. As in the dessert, not a heavy duty stoner session in North America.

The only downside of Baked Alaska Day versus Groundhog Day, asides from the fact that you have to eat a Baked Alaska, is that you can’t punch Ned Ryerson in the face.

If you haven’t seen Groundhog Day, or indeed Four Weddings and a Funeral, then don’t worry, the references stop here. But I am left wondering how you spent the nineties.

Delmonico’s in Lower Manhattan opened in the 19th century. It was a family-run establishment and basically introduced proper restaurants to America.

It was the first restaurant to offer a la carte menus and separate wine lists. It was also the first restaurant to serve a Baked Alaska.

In 1894, chef Charles Ranhofer celebrated the United States acquisition of Alaska from the Russians by making an “Alaska, Florida”.

The idea being a “hot versus cold” battle, epitomised by a dessert. Not wholly appropriate, and also only speculatively true. Why? Because we all know that every semi-decent innovation in baking, or indeed food preparation in general, originated in Italy or France. Ciao, Charles Ranhofer, ciao and bonne chance.

Bonjour la France! Omelette a la Norvegienne predates the Americans’ Baked Alaska. The Norwegian bit is a bad joke based around the cold climate in Norway.

The omelette bit is just because when in doubt, the French say omelette. Or maybe there’s an actual reason behind it. Eggs are in meringues and omelettes, so maybe that’s it. Maybe not. I’m not all that bothered either way.