People in fourteenth-century Europe were desperate to get their hands on saffron, which they used, among other things, as a medicine against the plague. Or they were if they could afford it, which most people couldn’t because it was wildly expensive, so let’s add “rich” before “people” in that sentence. It was expensive enough that pirates often preferred saffron to gold–it was worth more and easier to lift.
C’mon, even pirates can get bad backs.
How saffron got to England
According to legend, saffron got to England as an illegal immigrant, traveling inside a Crusader’s hollow staff. He picked it up, still according to legend, returning from the Middle East by way of Spain, and if you’re a fan of irony, you might enjoy knowing that it was the Arabs–the people that hollow-staffed Crusader would’ve been fighting–who brought saffron to Spain so he could steal some.
Why did the Crusader (in a sanitized version of the tale,he was a pilgrim) have to smuggle it? Because he’d stolen it. Places that produced saffron wanted to prevent competition, so for example Basel (which admittedly wasn’t in Spain, even during the Crusades) made it illegal to take a corm out of the city and guards protected the plants when they were growing.
Was that true in Spain? Dunno. It’s a legend. Let’s slip that illegal corm into a pocket and move on before anyone notices the geographical switcheroo.
What’s all this corm business, though?
Well, kiddies, saffron comes from the crocus plant–the Crocus stativus–which grows from a corm. And a corm is what you and I, in our ignorance, would probably call a bulb. The difference is that a corm is–oh, hell, it’s complicated. A corm is rounder than a bulb and it’s solid. That’s enough to let us pretend we know something.
You can probably smuggle a corm inside a hollow staff if you don’t pound it around too much and if you just happen to have a hollow staff on hand, but whatever happened took place outside the range of the CCTV cameras, so we’ll never know for sure.
A different version of saffron’s British history has it landing in Cornwall multiple centuries earlier, not necessarily as a corm but in the form of a spice that could be traded again and again for Cornish tin. As far back as three thousand years ago, Cornwall was trading with the Middle East, so it’s entirely possible that tin was traded for saffron, but the ice is getting thin here and we might want to scuttle back to shore before we break through.
Before I dump a new subread on you, though, I should explain that the word sativus in Crocus sativus doesn’t mean the saffron crocus is related to Cannabis sativa. Sativa or sativus is Latin for cultivated, not for formerly illegal and still mind bending.
How to get from crocus to saffron
So much for legend. What’s clear is that saffron arrived in England (and by this time Cornwall was part of England), and from the fourteenth century onwards it was an important commodity. It was used in dying, in cooking, and in medicines, and (sorry to repeat myself) it was and is incredibly expensive. These days, it’s the world’s most expensive spice.
That’s not because it’s rare or hard to grow–make a crocus plant happy and it will spread all on its own–but because you only use a small part of it to make saffron. According to the Britannica, “What we use . . . is actually the stigma (plural stigmata)—the pollen-germinating part—at the end of the red pistil, the female sex organ of the plant.”
Harvesting those tiny little sex organs (try not to think about it; you’ll be happier) involves crawling along the ground and cutting a very low-growing flower, then throwing away most of it. Along the way, you have to separate the stigmata (each plant has three) and their stems (those are the pistils) and dry them.
Do that with 75,000 plants (or 150,000, depending on your source) and you’ve got yourself a pound of saffron. In 2018, that pound sold for $5,000.
The next most expensive spice, vanilla, sold for $600.
Could we get back to English history, please?
Fine. If we can agree that the stuff’s expensive, we’re ready to go back and look at it as a luxury item.
Starting in the fourteenth century, England became a major producer of saffron, and the chalky soil of Essex and south Cambridgeshire turned out to be well suited to it. Smallholders–people raising crops on small amounts of land–who’d once been subsistence farmers planted it as a cash crop, probably not replacing all the crops they lived on but as an addition. An acre planted in crocuses could bring in £6–a hefty amount of money at the time. Saffron became so important to the local economy that the town of Chipping (or Chepyng–they couldn’t spell for shit back then, but it meant market) Walden changed its name to Saffron Walden.
According to the historian Rowland Parker, successful cultivation depended heavily on unpaid labor, which was a major part of the farm economy for a couple of the centuries we’re talking about. Serfs owed labor to their lords. Smallholders had families, preferably large ones.
I relied on WikiWhatsia for that. I avoid it when I can, but I’m tired this week and can’t be bothered. My apologies to the world at large. In general, it’s as reliable as the grown-up encyclopedias, but when it fucks up it can do it spectacularly. And I did confirm a few bits, so the entry looks reliable, at least at the moment.
The Cambridge colleges used saffron heavily. Smallholders who rented land from them could pay their rent in it, and some of the colleges used it to pay their own bills, making it a kind of currency.
But currency or not, academics also used it in food and as medicine. And they sprinkled it on floors and tossed it into their fires (talk about burning money) as a disinfectant. That was probably just a few academics–the richest ones, making a point of being the richest ones.
Nothing lasts forever, though, does it?
Change came in response to several things. As the spice trade grew, other offerings became available, and they weren’t only new and exciting, they were cheaper. The elite could spend their money on vanilla, tea, chocolate, and coffee. All of those were outrageous luxuries for a while.
Saffron? That was so last century.
Synthetic dyes also began to replace natural ones. And as the wage economy grew, people left the countryside and that pool of unpaid labor wasn’t around to dip a seasonal bucket into. Growers replaced saffron with the newly introduced crops: potatoes and corn.
Corn? Sorry. I’m still basically American. The British call it maize, since they call pretty much any old grain corn.
If that list of changes doesn’t sound like enough to explain saffron’s decline, consider the Puritans, who wandered in to disapprove of this saffron-burning culture of excess. They wanted their clothing plain, their food plain, and their fires unbothered by show-off gestures.
Saffron cultivation and usage declined, but in Cornwall, saffron buns and saffron cakes are a long-standing tradition.
How long-standing? The sources I’ve found hide behind some vague wording about them being traditional, which means they don’t have to commit themselves on how far back the tradition goes.
Saffron Buns
I haven’t posted a recipe in an age, but I do make a mean saffron bun–and if you don’t speak American, mean in this context is a good thing. In spite of my accent, they sell well at bake sales and the local farmer’s market.
Don’t be put off by what I said about the cost of saffron. You won’t be buying it by the pound. All you’ll need is a pinch.
Ingredients
A large pinch of saffron
300 grams of bread flour (or whatever substitutes for that where you live)
65 grams of butter, softened
25 grams of sugar
1 tsp yeast (use fast acting–it’s easier)
90 grams currants (or raisins if need be)
45 grams of candied peel (I never do get around to adding this)
Milk (the recipe I started with calls for 120 milliliters, but I always need more)
What to do with the ingredients
Crush the saffron and soak it in just enough boiling water to cover it. Cut the butter into the flour. Mix in the sugar, salt, yeast, and fruit. Add the saffron, in its water, and enough milk to form a dough. Don’t let it get too wet, because the buns have to hold their shape.
Knead it until it’s silky–about 10 minutes by hand, about 5 in a mixer. Cover and let it rise. How long will depend on the temperature of your kitchen, but if you have to punch it down and let it rise again, it’ll be fine.
Cut into 8 pieces and form into rolls. Bake them on a cookie sheet–called a baking tray in Britain–and use greaseproof paper or baking parchment if you have it. Otherwise, oil the tray.
Let them rise half an hour or so, until the dough has a little spring in it.
Bake for 20 – 25 minutes at 170 C. (that’s 350 F., give or take a bit). To check if they’re done, turn one over and tap the bottom. It should sound vaguely drumlike.
Cool. Butter. Eat. Toast if that appeals to you.
I hadn’t heard about saffron being used during the Black Death. The knight returning from the Middle East via Spain sounds a little odd. Italy or, or usually France, would have been the preferred places to start the overland journey, but I don’t know much about the Crusades.
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I like to imagine someone taking a side trip (“I always wanted to know what patatas bravas taste like”), but we’re in the realm of legend so let’s not try to make too much sense of it. You might be interested in this (https://herbologymanchester.wordpress.com/tag/saffron-war/) though. It has a section on the Saffron War, which involved Basel, nobles, merchants, power, and a shipment of saffron.
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Thank you for the link. I wish I had time to follow up the use of saffron to fight the Black Death today, because I’ll probably have forgotten about it by the time I can look it up in my books. It probably won’t surprise you that I’ve got a few about the Black Death.
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You’re right: no surprise.
Halfway related to that, I just finished reading The Pull of the Stars, set in Ireland during the flu epidemic. It’s completely magnificent–one of those books that I was very crabby about finishing.
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A friend of mine has just published a book about the flu epidemic. It’s on my TBR pile, but it’s a very tall pile.
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I think its twin lives here.
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I’m sure it does.
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Illegal immigrant. I love that.
As you said, it’s still expensive as hell. What we normally buy at supermarkets is not the real thing.
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What is it? Any idea? I get some from a phony-health-food chain that’s marginally reasonable and looks like little saffrony threads. It makes a good saffron bun. How do you tell the difference?
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I’m no expert, but my rice is never dyed like Jamie Oliver’s.
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Well, yeah, and I can’t help thinking they have a few secret tricks when the cameras are off. But maybe that’s unfair.
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I think that the saffron mob.
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???
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I think it’s the saffron mog (what I wanted to say…fast fingers)
A joke!
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Well of course.
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mob!!!
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Saffron sure has an interesting history, especially how it has been consistently rather pricey. These days saffron is still on the pricey side as you mentioned, well at least here in Australia even a pinch is costly. It sounds like one mean saffron recipe there. Thanks for sharing, and hope you get to make them some time – and for yourself, Ellen.
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I do like the flexibility of both your recipe and instructions. Why aren’t all recipes wriiten like this?
“You can use this or that”…. “if you need to do it again, don’t panic, it will be fine….”😂😂😂
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I was introduced to the approach 100 years ago, by the Moosewood Cookbook. I remember it warning me not to use an aluminum pan for something because it would turn it purple and bitter. “Unless of course you like purple, bitter food.” It made me realize, although not in so many words, that an actual human being, with a voice, was behind the recipe.
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Some people want the exact recipe (and which brands did you use’cos it does make a difference and WHYYY do editors not want to advertise brands that aren’t paying for ads etc. etc. etc.). Some like the chatty version with variations.
I observe the same thing with knitting patterns. Magazine editors demanded that Elizabeth Zimmermann give precise stitch counts and brand names for years. When she finally sold her own book that explained how to use her patterns to make more or less whatever you wanted, surprise, people *loved* it! But some people spend a few years “blindly following” precisely pre-counted patterns before they feel ready to play with hers.
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I’ve seen a few recipes in the paper that manage to do both, saying “I like ________.” That gives you the information but doesn’t leave you thinking that if you use something else the frying pan with crack.
Interesting about the knitting patterns.
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Fascinating. Is the saffron crocus the same as all the ones spreading around my front yard ? I don’t know if I’ve ever tasted anything saffron-y. What does it taste like ? I’ve only heard about “saffron yellow.”
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Probably but don’t take my word for it. There’s an autumn crocus that’s poisonous, and there are some 40 kinds of crocus out there. That may only mean the colors are different, but then it may not. So I wouldn’t recommend eating your way across the yard before consulting an expert.
In a separate comment, Mitch Teemley said he likes it but couldn’t say why. It’s hard to describe a taste, and saffron’s a subtle one, making it even harder. That’s not much help, but it’s the best I can do.
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Thanks (WordPress still refuses to let me just “like”.) On a side topic : Icy Sedgwick (who I follow because you cited her blog some time ago) had a dandy post yesterday about the mystical history of cider.
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Could you post a link to it?
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https://www.icysedgwick.com/cider-folklore/
from April 30
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Thanks. I’ll check it out later. I have a moaning dog to take care of now. (Moaning doesn’t indicate pain, only that he wants something–usually food.)
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What is it about saffron? I know I like it, but I’d be hard-pressed to describe it or why. I just do.
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I’m with you on that. My sense is that we don’t have much of a vocabulary for taste once we get past the obvious–sweet, bitter, etc. We just end up comparing one taste to another (“It tastes like chicken”). I was going to guess that it makes things taste richer, then I remembered all that butter in the saffron buns. Maybe it’s that gorgeous yellow color.
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I may just have to try those buns. Your cheese scones were fabulous and I’m in the mood for some good bread…
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They’re just the slightest bit sweet, so they satisfy the bread craving and the sweet craving. At least at our house. Hope you like them–and I’m glad to know the scones worked out. I’ve completely forgotten posting a recipe.
It’s not as if I know what’s going on around here.
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That’s exactly what I need–something that I can have for breakfast on the run or an afternoon pick me up! But I need to get some saffron!
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That people jealously garded the secrets of an expensive commodity is no great surprise (tea and rubber didn’t come into the British Empire economy by entirely above-board means, and the Swiss have a reputation when it comes to financial secrecy).
My brother once made some saffron gin. As far as I can remember it was very pleasant.
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Saffron gin? Not an obvious combination, but since it didn’t send you screaming into the sunset, a happy one.
Good point about how tea and rubber cultivation expanded, and one that would be interesting to write about. I have a tendency to take my focus on England too literally and forget that what happened–and happens–outside the borders is at least as important as what happens inside.
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My grandmother passed down an old (Cornish) family recipe for saffron buns. I haven’t made it in ages. I can’t figure out why mine are so much drier than I remember.
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That is odd. They shouldn’t be dry, but toast them. That’ll hide any problems, and people do it anyway, even with fresh ones. . What a great thing to pass on to a family. I wish I’d had the sense to ask my great-aunt Bina and her daughter Monette for recipes. Both of them were amazing cooks. At the time, though, it just did’t cross my mind.
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That’s a good idea. I got the family fruitcake recipe too, but I just can’t bring myself to inflict that on anyone.
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Ah, a fruitcake hater. I actually like the stuff.
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