Happy Birthday, Mr. Buckles

Do you know who this man is? Well, I didn’t either until a couple of weeks ago. His name is Frank Buckles. He celebrated his 110th birthday on February 1st.

That makes him a super-centenarian, which I happen to think is, well, just, umm… dandy.

He also happens to be the last surviving American veteran of World War I.

So today I wanted to celebrate his birthday in my own way by baking him a very special dessert:

I’m calling it The Frank Buckle, naturally. And I am not putting any candles on it because a) there simply isn’t enough room for 110 candles, b) the cost of said candles would be prohibitive, and c) I could not in good conscience burden this man with blowing them out because it would more than likely take him until his 111th birthday to do so.

I had thought of baking bread in the shape of a pudgy boy, but it seemed rather inappropriate, given the fact that Mr. Buckles was still doing 50 sit ups a day well into his 109th year. And besides, I didn’t want people to confuse him with that other doughboy.

Though Frank Buckles didn’t see any action during The First World War, he did manage to be captured by the Japanese while working in the Philippines during the Second. He spent two and a half years in a prison camp where he was starved to a weight below 100 pounds and developed beriberi, yet still managed to lead his fellow prisoners in exercises.

It’s no small wonder this man was still driving a tractor on his West Virginia farm at the age of 102.

And yet, people are making plans for his funeral, which I happen to think is an unfortunate thing to be doing for such an historically robust man: he was recently awarded the privilege of being buried below ground at Arlington National Cemetery. The French have said they would send honor guards and a military official, the British will send their air vice-marshal and (if he isn’t too busy) their ambassador.

I imagine everyone will cry a little and tap their toes to some military marches or yet-to-be-determined Irving Berlin tunes. And then they might have a little cake or something and fold flags.

It’s all rather morbid. The man is still among the living, for god’s sake, so I prefer to celebrate that. When he goes, there will be no one left to ask about the war that toppled old empires and kick-started new ones. Perhaps instead of prematurely eulogizing Mr. Buckles, we should be asking him for any advice we can get out of him while he is still doing his sit ups among us.

So Happy Birthday, Mr. Buckles. I know my wish is two weeks late, but I didn’t think you’d mind, since 14 days must seem like nothing to someone who’s been around for approximately 40,191.

Here’s to many more.

Frank Buckle

Just as The War To End All Wars didn’t live up to its nickname, this is not the Dessert To End All Desserts, but it is sturdy and homey, just like its namesake. Oh, and it’s tasty, too. I would have added that earlier, but I’ve never gotten close enough to Frank Buckles to sample him.

Since there is nothing especially World War One-y about a buckle, I did the only thing that came to mind to make it so– I dug trenches in the batter and crowded blueberries into them. I had considered making the area between the trenches a sort of No Man’s Land, but it would have necessarily been devoid of berries except for those left blown to pieces on the surface, which just didn’t seem terribly inviting, if you ask me.

Which you didn’t.

I should also note that buckles are called just that because, when the thing is baked, the surface of the dessert dips and cracks, leaving the crumb topping buckled in appearance. This particular cake did not buckle.

Then again, neither did Frank.

Serves 8 to 12, depending upon how one slices it.

Ingredients:

For the Cake*

•2 cups plus 2 tablespoons of sifted all-purpose flour, separated
•2 teaspoons baking powder
•1/2 teaspoon salt
•1/4 cup softened unsalted butter
•1/2 cup light brown sugar
•1/4 cup granulated sugar
•2 tablespoons grated orange or tangerine zest
•1 teaspoon almond extract
•1/2 cup whole milk
•1 pint of blueberries

For the topping:

•1/3 cup softened unsalted butter
•1/2 cup sugar
•1/3 cup all-purpose flour
•1/2 cup lightly slivered almonds
•1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Preparation:

1. Preheat oven to 375°F. Grease an 8-inch spring form pan with butter or whatever your fat of choice happens to be. Line the bottom with parchment paper that has been cut to size, then butter that, too. Dust the inside of greased-up pan with flour, tapping out the excess, then set aside the pan.

2. Place all topping ingredients except the almonds into a medium-sized bowl. Work the butter into the sugar and flour with your fingertips until the desired crumb-like texture has been achieved. Mix in almonds taking care not to break them up too terribly. Place this bowl of topping into your freezer until ready. I just find that crumbly toppings stay more crumbly when cold. It could be a totally wasted step, but please leave me to my illusions– I have so few left to me.

2. Sift together 2 cups of flour, salt, and baking powder and set aside. Cream the butter, sugar, and orange zest using the paddle attachment of an electric stand mixer until light and fluffy, then beat in the egg and almond extract until the mixture is even lighter and fluffier than before.

3. Add the flour mixture in three parts, alternating with the milk and making certain to end with the milk. Why one must end with the milk is well-known in certain baking circles, but I am not privy to their information, so I just do what I am told.

4. Toss blueberries with two tablespoons of flour (which will help them to scatter more or less evenly through out the batter) and fold all but a scant handful into the batter. Pour batter into awaiting spring form pan. “Pour” is a rather inaccurate word, since the batter feels more like a dough at this point. Let’s make it “place” or “situate”. Gently press the dough/batter into the pan into an even layer.

5. With a clean index finger, dig two trenches into the dough and place your berries like good little Tommies, Poilus, and Doughboys on one side and nasty, Belgian-crushing Jerries on the other. Note how quiet-seeming it is on the Western Front and then promptly bury all of your unfortunate berries with a tank-like gesture, plowing them under to their doom.

6. After giving your berries a proper moment of silence, pull the crumble topping out of the freezer and generously cover your buckle with it. Pop into the middle of your now-hot oven and bake for one hour or until the cake has firmly set. If you are worried about your top getting too brown, just cover it with some tin foil when you feel it has reached its proper shade of dark.

7. Let cool, remove from pan, and serve with sweetened whipped cream, honeyed sour cream, or whatever it is you plan to serve it with.

But, given that this dessert has been created in honor of our oldest living veteran, I hope you serve it proudly.

*This recipe is a heavily bastardized version of Simply Recipes’s, umm, recipe.

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About Michael Procopio

I write about food and am very fond of Edward Gorey. And gin.
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29 Responses to Happy Birthday, Mr. Buckles

  1. Jenny Grace says:

    My great-grandfather was a WWI vet, he was born in 1898 (and he died in 1989).

    • Sorry, I’ve been hiding from my blog for a few days.

      Did you ever get to talk to him about the war? Oh, wait, you’re waaaay younger than I am. Still, did you ever get to hear stories? I’m totally fascinated by that war.

  2. Laurie says:

    Michael,
    What a sweet, kind, and entertaining post. Such a nice tribute to Mr Buckles, so I hope he has the chance to read it, too. You’re so kind-hearted.

  3. PattyM says:

    The buckle sounds delicious – - the posting made me smile, so thank you!

  4. Sasa says:

    Also, “Mr. Buckles”? That is the coolest name ever. I want to be called that when I grow up.

  5. Looks like he was a hottie too. And that is what really matters. I’m off to get myself captured by the Japanese now. I didn’t realize that was so effective for weight loss…

  6. Lindy says:

    Thank you
    I love your posts!

  7. Stephanie says:

    My guess: he tastes pretty good..like an aged cognac.

  8. MichaelD says:

    I’m not quitesure how I found my way to your blog a few weeks ago but I’m very glad to have done so. I enjoy your writing very much and spent an afternoon reading your archived posts. Thank you for telling the story of Mr. Buckles and for sharing your experiences and insights with us.

  9. Uppity Woman says:

    I hope Mr. Buckles keeps all those planners waiting a long time just for spite. Long enough for their names to change. Heh.

    But oh he looks so good as a dessert. I wouldn’t mind taping that directly to my thigh.

  10. Susan says:

    What a nice tribute to Frank Buckle and I love reading the recipe especially the part about the trenches and giving the “berries a proper moment of silence”.

  11. Brooke says:

    You’re right. Celebrate Buckle’s life, dammit. Let the man LIVE! And why wouldn’t he want to celebrate with this super soft dessert. You’re spot on, again dear boy. Xoxoxo
    B

  12. I heart Mr Buckles and you.
    Happy Birthday Mr Buckles!

  13. Tracy says:

    Your article was very timely.
    RIP Mr. Buckles.

  14. julie says:

    I just read his obituary today and was glad to find your tribute recipe here… my birthday is Armistice Day (now Veteran’s Day) and so veterans have always had an extra special moment of thought for me. I’m glad so much honor has come to him, including a special Michael Procopio recipe.

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