Don Giovanni and Me

Don Giovanni captured my heart when I first saw the opera performed at Santa Fe in 1992. Soon thereafter, I started to dream the characters. I dreamed that Don Giovanni, Donna Anna, Donna Elvira, and the Commendatore haunted a house I lived in. But the house in the dream was no house I had ever lived in or even visited.

Mozart’s characters floated through the hallways and into the rooms, singing to me and to each other. Bright colors, palm trees, tropical flowers, and music filled that house. I dreamed my way through it more than once.

This opera was calling to me and I set out to find it. I bought a recording, the libretto, even the orchestral score. I listened to it over and over. I was learning Italian. I studied everything I could find to read about this opera. I saw it four more times at the Santa Fe Opera, every time it’s been performed since my first encounter in 1992—1996, 2004, 2009, 2016. Five times. This summer of 2024 will be my sixth live performance at my beloved Santa Fe Opera.

Somewhere in all those years and performances, Don Giovanni wedged himself into a story that was forming in my head. The story broke out in random notebook pages and insisted I begin to put it together. That finally happened in a National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) challenge in November of 2013.

That first NaNoWriMo 50,000 word draft was a mess, but the core of the story was there and it wasn’t going to let me go. Multiple drafts, good workshop partners, two professional edits later it is now a 76,000 word novel trying to find a home. Altitude Adjustments. Don Giovanni is in there, peeking out from behind the curtains. I hope you’ll be able to read it before too long. And by all means, look for Don Giovanni on the stage. See if you aren’t at least a little bit haunted, too.

Mrs. Lundberg’s Cardamom Bread

Mrs. Esther Lundberg was famous in my home church of Hinsdale Covenant (Illinois) for her baking, most especially her cardamom rolls. My mother said every new bride in the church would receive a visit from her with a basket full of her fresh rolls, but they were also afraid of her because she kept a close watch on their housekeeping skills. She probably didn’t really wear white gloves, but Mother hinted she believed they might be in her Mrs. L’s pocket when she came to call.

This is her recipe that was printed in the Hinsdale Covenant Women’s Cookbook from circa 1968. My copy has long since lost its front and back covers but still lives in a plastic bag on the shelf with my other cookbooks. It has a place of honor there.

Important to remember when attempting to use these instructions that Mrs. Lundberg probably did not have a written recipe. I’m guessing her daughter followed her around the kitchen and attempted to write down what her mother was doing. So this comes with the caveat that you need to do some adjusting to what works in your kitchen (and at your altitude, as I’ve come to learn over the years living in the Mountain West.) For example, the recipe calls for 4 cups of flour. I tend to need almost twice that. So you have to go for the feel of the dough as you’re working it in the bowl. Like the good baker Mrs. Lundberg was.

Here follows the recipe with some of my adaptation notes included. It is not an ultra sweet coffee cake. We best enjoy it warm and with butter. Happy baking. And Merry Christmas while you’re at it.

Esther Lundberg’s Cardamom Coffee Bread

2 cups milk

1 stick butter

1/2 c. sugar

2 eggs, well-beaten

1/2 tsp. salt

4 cups flour or enough for a soft dough (more like 6-8 cups)

6-8 cardamom seeds (I use 2-3 tsp. ground cardamom)

1 loose cake yeast (2 1/4 tsp.)

Scald milk and butter. Cool to lukewarm (important–you kill the yeast if you add it to very hot milk). Dissolve yeast in a little warm water and sugar.

Stir together flour, sugar, salt, cardamom. Add milk, butter, eggs, yeast, and enough flour for a soft dough. (I do some kneading while adding flour to bowl to get to the right feel for the dough.) Cover and let rise. (about 1 1/2 hours)

Punch down 3 times. Turn on board and knead slightly (until it feels right!)

Form into coffee cake, rolls, or rings. Place in butter pans. Let rise about 1 hour.

Bake at 375 degrees until golden brown (I do about 20 minutes uncovered, and 20 minutes or so covered with foil). Brush lightly with melted butter and sprinkle with sugar.

Cardamom Baking Therapy

Mother’s Leavetaking

The phone rings. You are alone now.

You go through motions, make arrangements, travel long distances.

Routine feels good. You keep going. Then it registers.

You are alone now.

You buy flour and dig out the cardamom coffee cake recipe.

You start the yeast, you mix in the flour, sugar, salt, butter with only a little bit of cardamom. You feel it grow under your hands as you knead and knead more.

Soon you have a kitchen filled with good smell and loaves of bread to take to the neighbors.

You knock on doors and share the fruits of your doughy labors–twists of cardamom bread dusted with melted butter and sugar.

The magic of yeast, flour, sugar, salt and only a little cardamom keeps you connected.

Without this magic, you are alone and helpless again.

Later you will come to this–the love will always be there. You aren’t really alone.

But for now this is reality. With active yeast and enough flour, you can stay in the world for at least today.