Interview: Carolyn Wyman, “The Great Clam Cake and Fritter Guide”

My friend Kate knew just where to take us to dinner when we visited. The exterior of the Governor Francis Inn in Warwick, Rhode Island didn’t convey much. But when we stepped inside surrounded by wood paneling and golden lighting, I felt like I’d been here a hundred times before. A stone-clad gas fireplace in the corner added to the ambiance. We settled into a half-booth, upholstered in a vintage floral straight out of an 80s hotel room.

Most importantly, we achieved our quest for the day and ate some damn clam cakes.

Kate had informed me well before our visit that I needed to eat a clam cake, and so, as we spent a day meandering in Providence, we stopped by two different places. Our timing was off and both were closed.

But no matter: Clam cakes and chowder were on the menu for dinner. I expected something like a hush puppy but instead, I was greeted with a light and fluffy interior, more like a funnel cake with little bits of clam throughout.

I’ve thought of those clam cakes from time to time in the months since our vacation. Because here in Maryland, there’s nothing quite like them. And because of the wisdom of bringing your out-of-town friends not to some novel foodie destination, but to your mainstay; take them to the place you go to all the time.

When Carolyn Wyman contacted me about her new book, “The Great Clam Cake and Fritter Guide: Why We Love Them, How to Make Them, and Where to Find Them from Maine to Virginia,” I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it for the recipes alone.

But the book is more than recipes. A history of clam cakes traces them back further than I’d have expected – well into the 1800s. And the pancake-like clam cakes of Maryland and Virginia make an appearance, with a sideline into Mrs. Kitching and Smith Island Cake. The little town of Saxis Virginia is represented, and the Chincoteague Firemen’s Carnival. Up and down the shore, people have found ways to stretch the flavor of clams into cakes and fritters.

Wyman’s book also includes a guide to clam cake and fritter destinations. Next time I find myself in Rhode Island, I have even more options to look into. One could even take a bike tour of clam cake establishments, with a stop for ice cream.

I interviewed Wyman about the book, and I made the classic clam cake recipe found in the book.

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Augustine’s Croquettes, Miss A. C. Claytor

“We do not believe that in the length and breadth of New York there is just such a place of refined enjoyment, dietetically speaking, as that narrow red brick house, not more than twenty feet front, in Walnut street, above Eleventh. It is not Delmonico’s in splendor, for there is no splendor, but it is exquisite in its comfort. Let all who go to the Centennial carefully abstain from the cold, badly-cooked edible of the commemorative dinner-tables, make it a point to visit Mr. Peter Augustin. A Centenniel croquette, a Revolutionary ris de veaux, will repay one for a dull day in Philadelphia.”

— The Philadelphia Times, 1875

I am guilty of occasionally forgetting that the railroads that brought passengers from points north into Baltimore to enjoy “real old Maryland cooking” ran both ways.

Culinary reminders of this two-way exchange occasionally appear in recipes with names such as “Delmonico Pudding,” or “Philadelphia Pepper Pot.” Others are less obvious.

Recipes for “Augustine’s Croquettes” appear repeatedly throughout my database: in the c.1895-1905 Goldsborough Family Papers recipe manuscript, in “New Old Southern Cooking”, written in 1902 by Laura D. Pickenpaugh, and finally, in the 1937 “Recipes Old and New” from St. Anne’s Parish cookbook (this recipe was also repeated in Maryland’s Way.)

These three recipes provide a hidden reminder that Philadelphia, like Baltimore, was a city where Black caterers had a stronghold over the culinary industry. W.E.B. DuBois wrote in his study “The Philadelphia Negro” that there existed “as remarkable a trade guild as ever ruled in a medieval city. This was the guild of the caterers, and its masters include names which have been household words in the city for fifty years: Bogle, Augustin, Prosser, Dorsey, Jones, and Minton.”

Three generations of the Augustin family reigned in Philadelphia, their overlapping careers spanning nearly a century.

Augustin’s 1105 Walnut Street location in 2018

In the early 1900s, the Maryland press liked to pit Black chefs against French chefs in a culinary proxy battle from which Maryland/Southern cuisine generally emerged triumphant. This oversimplification loses some intrigue when you remember that plenty of Black chefs were trained in French techniques. The whole thing seems even more silly in light of the fact that the industry was pioneered by men like Peter aka Pierre Augustin, a Creole man from Haiti, who probably was both Black AND French.

Around 1818, Augustin purchased the Philadelphia catering business of Robert Bogle. Bogle is credited with essentially establishing catering as a Black profession, but Augustin is credited with offering services that would become standards of the trade, such as providing china, tablecloths, tables, and chairs for catered events. “Bogle’s place was eventually taken by Peter Augustin, a West Indian immigrant, who started a business in 1818 which is still carried on. It was the Augustin establishment that made Philadelphia catering famous all over the country,” wrote DuBois.

The Augustin catering empire encompassed several talented family members including Mary Frances, a confectioner, and her and Peter’s son James, who ran the business with his mother after Peter’s death in 1841. Their restaurant M.F. Augustin & Son, was known as the “Delmonico’s of Philadelphia.” Peter Jerome Augustin took over the business when his brother James died in 1877.

1866

In 1879, the Philadelphia Times wrote that Augustin & Son “in addition the nightly supper parties at their rooms on Walnut Street, for which the charge is never less than five dollars a plate,” provided catering to clients all over the United States, furnishing terrapin, turkey, salads and other “good things” to clients in New York, Boston, Pittsburgh, and Nashville. The business had patrons in “Paris and other European cities.”

Of all of the varied viands provided by the Augustin’s, one dish won them fame and publicity above all others: their chicken croquettes.

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Banana Split Cake, Hancock Elementary

My Great Grandmother was born in Hancock in 1915. I guess that’s what drew me to pick up the 1970s or 80s era “Hancock Elementary School Cookbook.”

Hancock is a small town with one main road (Main Street), but it’s an important way stop in Western Maryland and has been for centuries.

In the 1730s, hunters and trappers began settling around the area, then known as the Northbend Crossing Settlement because it is on the northernmost bend in the Potomac Rover.

The town was later named for revolutionary warfighter Edward Joseph Hancock, Jr., whose family operated a ferry nearby.

The building of the C&O Canal brought a lot of workers to town, Welsh and Irish immigrants among them. According to Mike High in “The C&O Canal Companion,” “by the time the canal made it to Hancock in 1839, the painted signs hanging over the doorways on Main Street already showed the influence of the passenger trade” from the National Road. “Early taverns and hotels included the Sign of the Cross Keys, Sign of the Ship, Sign of the Green Tree Tavern, Sign of the Seven Stars Inn, the Bee Hive, and the Union Hotel.”

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Sour Beef from a Baltimore Food Memoir

“A calico-covered journal filled with handwritten recipes” left by her paternal grandmother inspired a high-schooler to write an entire book.

The year was 2010. I was starting and lazily giving up on Old Line Plate. Meanwhile, Grace Kenneth Collins was finishing a chapter every month on a book filled with stories and recipes. Presumably, the young go-getter was also completing her homework. According to a list in the Baltimore Sun, she graduated in 2012.

I can’t begrudge Collins for having an enviable amount of gumption, however, because the resulting book, “Sour Beef & Cheesecake: A Food & Family Memoir,” is pretty enjoyable. “I must confess that I am more of a storyteller and an eater than a cook,” wrote Collins in her introduction. The book is filled with charming anecdotes from the vantage point of youth, about adventurous eating, family lore, and of course, food.

“I Think I’d Be Her Favorite” was the title of the chapter with the titular Sour Beef recipe. Collins, having never met her grandmother Mickey, knew her only from family stories and the recipes in the calico journal.

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