What did little red riding hood take to her grandmother

The Story of The Little Red Riding Hood

Once there was a sweet little girl. She was very pretty, and everyone loved her. She lived with her mother. Her mother gave her a lot of presents all the time. Once she made a little red riding hood from a piece of velvet. It was a very pretty hood and the little girl looked very pretty when she wore it. She loved the hood so much that she wore it all the time and did not wear anything else. As she always wore the red riding hood she was given the name of Little Red Riding Hood.

One day her mother baked some cakes for her mother. She gave the cakes to Little Red Riding Hood and asked her to deliver them to her grandmother’s. Her grandmother lived on the other side of the forest in another village. Her mother advised the Little Red Riding Hood to go on the straight path and do not wander in the forest as it was very dangerous to go in there alone.

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Little Red Riding Hood took the cakes and started her journey to her grandmother’s house. While she was on her way and was passing through the woods, a wolf saw her. The wolf’s mouth filled with water and he wanted to eat her immediately. However, he was afraid of the woodcutters working nearby. Little Red Riding Hood was unaware of his wickedness and how dangerous he was. She was not all afraid of him. The wolf came up with a very cunning plan to eat Little Red Riding Hood.

He greeted Little Red Riding Hood and asked her where she was going. Little Red Riding Hood was very sweet, and she told him that he was going to her grandmother’s house who lived on the other side of the forest. The wolf was very cunning. He knew the shortcut way to the grandmother’s house. As soon as he knew that Little Red Riding Hood was going to her grandmother’s house, he ran as fast as he could to reach there before the little girl. Little Red Riding Hood, however, continued on her normal path.

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As she was passing through the woods she saw some beautiful and very colorful flowers on the ground. She wanted to make her grandmother very happy, so she decided to make a bouquet of the flowers for her. She thought that her grandmother would feel very happy after seeing the flowers. She started picking flowers, however as she kept on picking up the flowers she kept on going further and further into the woods. She did not realize that she was going deep into the forest and it was very dangerous.

This gave the wolf even more time to reach the grandmother’s house before her. When the wolf reached the house, he knocked on the door. The grandmother was old and seemed sick. She couldn’t come to the door, so she asked from inside who was at the door. The clever wolf replied in Little Red Riding Hood voice that it was her grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood. The grandmother could not sense that it was someone else, she told him to come in as the door was not locked.

The wolf immediately entered the house and went straight to the grandmother’s bed and ate her up. Then he carried out the next part of his plan as he still wanted to eat Little Red Riding Hood. He took the grandmother’s clothes, wore her cap and laid down in her bed. He also dropped the curtains so that Little Red Riding Hood does not recognize him.

After some time, Little Red Riding Hood arrived at her grandmother’s house and knocked at the door. The wolf now used her grandmother’s voice to ask who was on the door. The sweet little girl replied that it was her and that she had brought the cakes and butter that her mother had made for her in the morning. The wolf very cleverly said to Little Red Riding Hood that the door was open, and she could come in. The little girl went in the house, not knowing the danger that laid ahead of her.

When she entered the grandmother’s room she saw that her grandmother was lying in her bed with her face covered by a cap. She looked very strange to her.

She said to her, ’Oh grandmother, you have such big ears.’

The wolf replied, ‘They make it easier to hear your voice’.

She said to her, ’Oh grandmother, you have such big eyes.’

The wolf replied, ‘They make it easier to see your face’.

She said to her, ’Oh grandmother, you have such big hands.’

The wolf replied, ‘They make it easier to grab you!’.

It was now that the wolf revealed his true self to Little Red Riding Hood.

The little girl was shocked and screamed ’Oh grandmother, you have such a big mouth.’

And the wolf replied, ‘It makes it easier to eat you’.

As soon as he said that, he came out of the bed and jumped on Little Red Riding Hood and ate her up. He now felt full and started to feel sleepy. He decided to take a nap there in the bed, so he crawled back into the bed and fell to sleep. He started to snore very loudly.

Luckily a huntsman was passing nearby. He felt such loud snoring and found it very strange for an old woman to snore so badly. He went inside to take a look and saw the wolf lying in the bed. The Huntsman was very wise. He thought that even though he has eaten up the old grandmother, she can still be saved. So, he decided to cut open the wolf’s belly instead of shooting him. When he cut him open the little girl came out and she started to cry. It was very frightening for her to be in a dark belly of the wolf. The huntsman cut further, and the grandmother also came out alive.

All of them were now very happy. The grandmother ate the cake and Little Red Riding Hood promised to never go to the forest again.

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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

In a small village at the edge of a big forest lived a little girl and her mother. The girl had a red, velvet riding cloak with a hood that her grandmother had made for her. She looked so pretty in the cloak and wore it so often, that everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.

One day, Little Red Riding Hood's mother said, "Take this basket of bread and buter to your grandmother's house for me. Your grandmother has not been feeling well and has not been able to cook for herself."

Now the grandmother's house was on the other side of the forest. Little Red Riding Hood knew the way through the forest, because she went there often. She wasn't afraid. But her mother knew that the forest could be dangerous. "Go quickly," she said. "And stay on the path."

"I will," said Little Red Riding Hood. And off she went, carrying the basket of bread and butter.

She had not gone far when she saw a wolf.

"Good morning, Mr. Wolf," said Little Red Riding Hood.

"Where are you going?" the wolf asked. "And what do you have in your basket?"

"I am going to my grandmother's house," said Little Red Riding Hood. "I am taking her this bread and butter because she has been sick."

Now the wolf hadn't eaten in several days. Bread and butter would make a tasty snack, thought the wolf, but what I really want to eat is a tasty little girl! And I have a plan.

"Since your grandmother has been sick, perhaps she would like a bouquet of wildflowers too," suggested the wolf.

Little Red Riding Hood looked around. The forest was filled with wildflowers of all colors. "Why, that's a lovely idea, Mr. Wolf," said Little Red Riding Hood. "But my mother did tell me not to stray off the path . . ."

"Well," said the wolf, "I'm certain that if your mother had thought about a bouquet of wildflowers, she would have agreed to let you pick some. Why don't you start with those red ones over there?"

"All right," said Little Red Riding Hood, and she left the path through the forest to wander under the trees looking for flowers.

When the wolf raced down the path to the house where Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother lived, he caught his breath and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" called the grandmother.

"It's Little Red Riding Hood," said the wolf in a high, squeaky voice. "I've brought you some bread and butter."

"Then lift the latch and come in, dear," said the grandmother. She was tucked into bed and did not want to get up. But when the door opened and the wolf walked in, she sat straight up and then fainted from fright.

The wolf was not interested in eating the old woman, only Little Red Riding Hood. So he rolled the grandmother under the bed. He put on her lacy nightcap and jumped into her bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. The he waited for Little Red Riding Hood to arrive.

When Little Red Riding Hood had picked enough wildflowers, she found the path and went on her way to her grandmother's house. She knocked at the door.

"Who is it?" called the wolf in his best grandmother voice.

"It's Little Red Riding Hood," answered the girl. "I've brought you some bread and butter and a bouquet of wildflowers."

"Lift the latch and come right in, dear," said the wolf.

Little Red Riding Hood went inside. "Come closer, my dear," said the wolf. Little Red Riding Hood went closer, but not too close.

"My goodness, Grandmother," she said. "What big eyes you have!"

"The better to see you with, my dear," said the wolf.

"And what big teeth you have, Grandmother," said Little Red Riding Hood.

The better to eat you with!" cried the wolf. He sprang out of bed and tried to grab the little girl, but she was too quick for him. She dropped her basket and ran out the door.

A hunter who was passing through the forest saw Little Red Riding Hood run outside with the wolf close behind her. The hunter chased the wolf deep into the forest. When the hunter came back, he went inside with Little Red Riding Hood to help her look for her grandmother. They found her standing beside her bed, looking quite shaken.

"The danger is over now," said the hunter.

"The hunter chased the wolf away!" cried Little Red Riding Hood.

"Thank you for saving Little Red Riding Hood, sir," Grandmother said to the hunter. "Please stay and join us for tea."

So the hunter sat down with Little Red Riding Hood, and her grandmother and drank tea and ate bread and butter. The bouquet of wildflowers looked lovely on the table. And Little Red Riding Hood never strayed off the path in the forest again.

THE END

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What did Little Red Riding Hood carry to grandmother?

Hello friends!

First, I would like to welcome everyone who has joined my readership in recent months. I am very pleased that the topic of my magazine is of interest to you. Secondly, many thanks to those who had the patience not to unfriend me during the past period of silence - for me this is an important motive to overcome circumstances and continue to write here. I'll try not to deceive your hopes :)

Now I'm preparing another multi-part project that takes time, but I hope it will start on the pages of this magazine very soon. But in the process of working on it, I had an excellent opportunity today to share a short story about a completely different literary work.

I was leafing through a book about everyday life in France in the 17th century and came across this curious mention: “Thrifty housewives used the residual heat of the oven after baking bread to make flatbread: thin dough bakes faster. In Alsace, one of the national dishes is prepared according to this principle - tarte flambée (thinly rolled dough with onions and smoked meats on top). It was the cakes - a "by-product" (and not pies) that Little Red Riding Hood had to take to Grandma. To tell the truth, the source of information in itself did not inspire unconditional trust in me. But this did not prevent him from becoming the starting point for a small gastronomic investigation.

Like all folklore stories, the story of Little Red Riding Hood is very varied. Back in the Middle Ages, when the tale of a girl deceived by a wolf existed only within the framework of an oral folk tradition, there were significant differences in it, depending on the region where it was told. Subsequent written literary adaptations also significantly transformed the original story. The first of them belongs to Charles Perrault and was published in 1697 as part of the collection Tales of Mother Goose. A century later, the Grimm brothers also wrote down their version of this tale, and it is not known for certain what formed the basis of their interpretation - a local version of a folk story or already a retelling of Perrault's Little Red Riding Hood. You and I know some third (one hundred and thirty-third!) version, because all Russian-language translations are mostly retellings, finally softened and humanized. Initially, the story, like all ancient folk tales, was, by today's standards, by no means childish. In the version that French peasants told back in the 11th century, the wolf fed Little Red Riding Hood food prepared from her grandmother, and the offer to lie down with him in bed was unequivocally intimate. And even Charles Perrault, who abandoned a number of wild plot elements, does not even have a hint of a happy ending: the wolf irrevocably eats Riding Hood as a lesson to future generations. And all this is crowned by something like this morality: young girls, do not be deceived and do not go to bed with just anyone, even if he pretends to be a kind grandmother.

With such a spread, even in the main plot twists and turns, one cannot expect accuracy in details. This is me about the contents of the basket with gifts (if there was any basket at all, in which the versions also do not agree). It all depends on the region. For example, in northern Italy, a granddaughter brought fresh fish to her grandmother, and in Switzerland, a head of cheese. But, since the starting point for us was a book about the life of France in the 17th century, we will focus on the French version of the tale, relevant for this historical period, that is, on the version of Charles Perrault.

In his version, Little Red Riding Hood's mother has baked galettes and sends her daughter to take one of them and a pot of butter (une galette et ce petit pot de beurre) to her sick grandmother. No details about the composition of flour products, of course, are reported. It is likely that these were the simplest flatbreads without filling, and not something complicated like tartes flambées. On the other hand, the absence of a precise definition in the tale allows some assumptions to be made. With baking the simplest cakes from bread dough, everyone, I think, will cope without problems. Therefore, it makes sense to consider a slightly more interesting option.

In general, I like the idea of focusing specifically on Alsatian cuisine. Compared to many other regions of France, the border Alsace, which regularly passed either to Germany or back to France, is the most syncretic, including in terms of gastronomy. The cuisine of Alsace has many components that we are used to considering traditionally German: sauerkraut with sausages, pretzels, gugelhupf. Such interpenetration of cultures seems to me very symbolic in our particular case, because in folklore we observe the same thing - the same fairy tale plot wandering around Europe and everywhere acquiring some kind of national specificity.

I don't know how it was with various other flatbreads, but with the technology of making "flaming pies" (tarte flambée is also called flammeküche (in Alsatian) and Flammkuchen (in German) - the etymology and meaning do not change regardless of language) is clear. They were baked not due to the residual heat after baking bread, as stated in my quote, but on the contrary - before it, when the firewood had not yet completely burned out and the heat was too great for bread. Burning firewood was raked, a cake with a simple peasant filling was plopped onto the hot stones of the oven - and such a flat flour product very quickly, literally in a matter of minutes, reached readiness. Usually this "first pancake" was immediately divided among all those present and immediately eaten with great appetite.

Many traditional national dishes, invented by the poor not from a good life, eventually became famous, ennobled, acquired a cult status, going through an amazing path from the very bottom to the gastronomic peaks. Today they are offered in high-end restaurants for a lot of money. Tarte flambée has a slightly different story. For a very long time, these cakes did not arouse wide interest and remained a simple village dish, which was occasionally prepared in Alsatian families. Moreover, with the departure of the culture of baking bread in a traditional stone oven, the popularity of this “by-product” also suffered somewhat.

It was only about half a century ago, in the 1960s, that it was noticed due to the growing popularity of pizzerias. Indeed, this simple pie is a kind of Alsatian pizza. Today, tarte flambée occupies an important place in the menu of ethnic restaurants. By analogy with pizza, many varieties of this dish have appeared - with a variety of fillings, including sweet ones. There is even a whole chain of restaurants that specialize in just such pies. In general, now this element of Alsatian culture is given its due with great passion. I suggest we join.

Tarte Flambée

Ingredients (three cakes)
Test:
500 g of flour
10 g of fresh
10 g salt
350 g of water
300 300 300 300 300 300 g sour cream
300 g cottage cheese
400 g smoked bacon
3 large onions

I think it is clear that any bread dough of your choice can be used for these cakes. From what is in my journal, the pain de mie recipe from this post is quite suitable. Here I want to offer the simplest option, assuming that you don’t even need to knead the dough - just combine the ingredients and leave to ferment for 12 hours. I think it's very convenient. I’m lazy, I don’t have a planetary mixer yet, so I regularly use this method.

From the proposed amount of products, you will get about 850 g of dough (something will certainly remain on the bowl and hands :)) - this is enough for three large flatbreads. They are best eaten immediately, very hot, so if you have few eaters, adjust the volumes accordingly.

Preparation

1. Rub the yeast into the flour until fine crumbs form. Add salt and mix.
2. Pour in water at room temperature and mix until a homogeneous dough is obtained.
3. Cover the bowl with cling film and leave for 12-18 hours. During this time, the proper amount of gluten will develop in it without any kneading, the dough will greatly increase in volume, and, removing the cling film, we will see the following picture:

4. Preheat the oven to 250 ºC. If there is a stone for baking bread, do not forget to install it in its proper place. On a baking sheet, it should also turn out well, but in the absence of a wood-burning oven, cakes baked on a stone will still be somewhat closer to the original.
5. Before removing the dough from the bowl, prepare the filling. To do this, cut the bacon into thin strips and fry. Transfer to a bowl, trying to leave all the melted fat in the pan.

6. Cut the onion not very finely (half rings or "quarter rings") and fry in the same pan as the bacon, until a pleasant golden color.
7. Mix cottage cheese with sour cream (I used a mixer to speed up the process). It is not necessary to achieve ideal uniformity and smoothness - small lumps of cottage cheese may remain in the mixture.

8. Take the dough out of the bowl and divide it into three equal parts. Roll out each into a thin rectangle on a floured surface. Carefully transfer to a baking sheet if you plan to bake on it. If a stone is used, it is better to place the cakes on parchment paper: unlike bread, they are reluctant to move off the shovel and at the same time strive to curl up, so it is better to carefully drop them onto the stone right along with the parchment.
9. Brush each tarte flambée with the curd mixture, top with the onion first, then the bacon.
10. Sequentially send the cakes to the oven for 10-15 minutes. It is best to watch the process and watch when the dough is browned.

We take out, divide among those present and immediately eat. Honestly, this, of course, is not the height of gastronomic sophistication - one should not expect some fantastic taste. Before us is extremely simple peasant food. But when hot, on an empty stomach and, for example, with warm milk (or even cold beer), it is perceived so well that there is a danger of not leaving anything to the poor sick grandmother. So it’s better to immediately cut one such cake into several pieces, put it in a basket along with a pot of butter - and send your naughty daughter on a path full of dangers through the thicket of the forest.

What did Little Red Riding Hood carry to grandma?

Recently, I was leafing through a book about everyday life in France in the 17th century and came across this curious mention:

“Thrifty housewives used the residual heat of the oven after baking bread to make flatbread: thin dough bakes faster. In Alsace, one of the national dishes is prepared according to this principle - tarte flambée (thinly rolled dough with onions and smoked meats on top). It was the cakes - a "by-product" (and not pies) that Little Red Riding Hood had to take to Grandma.

To tell the truth, the source of information in itself did not inspire unconditional trust in me. But this did not prevent him from becoming the starting point for a small gastronomic investigation.

Like all folklore stories, the story of Little Red Riding Hood is very varied. Back in the Middle Ages, when the tale of a girl deceived by a wolf existed only within the framework of an oral folk tradition, there were significant differences in it, depending on the region where it was told. Subsequent written literary adaptations also significantly transformed the original story. The first of them belongs to Charles Perrault and was published in 1697 year as part of the collection "Tales of Mother Goose". A century later, the Grimm brothers also wrote down their version of this tale, and it is not known for certain what formed the basis of their interpretation - a local version of a folk story or already a retelling of Perrault's Little Red Riding Hood. You and I know some third (one hundred and thirty-third!) version, because all Russian-language translations are mostly retellings, finally softened and humanized. Initially, the story, like all ancient folk tales, was, by today's standards, by no means childish. In the version that French peasants told back in the 11th century, the wolf fed Little Red Riding Hood food prepared from her grandmother, and the offer to lie down with him in bed was unequivocally intimate. And even Charles Perrault, who abandoned a number of wild plot elements, does not even have a hint of a happy ending: the wolf irrevocably eats Riding Hood as a lesson to future generations. And all this is crowned by something like this morality: young girls, do not be deceived and do not go to bed with just anyone, even if he pretends to be a kind grandmother.

Once upon a time there was a lovely little girl. Her mother loved her without memory, and her grandmother even more. Once, her grandmother sewed a red cap for her, and this dress suited the girl so well that everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.
Once a mother baked some cakes and said to her daughter:
— Go, my dear, visit your grandmother, otherwise I heard she is very sick. Bring her a cake and a pot of butter.
And Little Red Riding Hood immediately went to her grandmother, who lived in another village.

Tarte Flambée

Ingredients
(three cakes)

Dough:

500 GUM
10 g fresh (pressed) yeast
10 g salt
350 g water

Filling:

300 g sour cream
300 g cottage cheese
400 g smoked bacon
3 large onions

I think it's clear that any bread dough of your choice can be used for these flatbreads. From what is in my journal, the pain de mie recipe from this post is quite suitable. Here I want to offer the simplest option, assuming that you don’t even need to knead the dough - just combine the ingredients and leave to ferment for 12 hours. I think it's very convenient. I’m lazy, I don’t have a planetary mixer yet, so I regularly use this method.