Category: Ruminations


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August 10, 2005

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photo from Curbed

Does anyone really think the new Starbucks on Delancey is the frappuccino-slinging angel of death that will finally bring the rich, straight, white, capitalist yuppies to the Lower East Side?  I thought it was the $2000 rent to split a spit & duct-taped cardboard studio-size apartment between three people (been there).  I thought it was Clinton St.'s restaurant row, where I once spent $300 on dinner for two.  I thought it was the super fancy clothing boutiques on Ludlow, where you can't get a top for less than $75.  I thought it was oh-so-ironic pub quiz night at the Slipper Room. 

Hello, they let Keith McNally set up camp in their precious artist and brown people haven and they're complaining about Starbucks?  Bet no one cried when they kicked out those eight Chinese immigrant renters illegally sharing a one-room apartment so some sensitive art and brown people-loving trustafarian could pay $1700 to bask in the neighborhood's "history". 

Hey, I'm sure someone is grumbling now about the yuppies moving into Sunset Park.  But I'm not going to pretend I'm not part of the problem.  Besides, I'm sure I'll be priced out of this neighborhood in a couple of years -- by the end of the decade, my tag line could read "eating and complaining in Bayonne".  But it ain't going to be Starbucks' fault.

From Pulp's "Common People":

I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere
So it started there.
I said, "Pretend you've got no money."
And she just laughed and said, "You're so funny."
I said, "Yeah?  Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here."

NB -- Mr. McNally, feel free to set up camp anywhere you'd like in Sunset Park.  I welcome you to our gas station and fast food restaurant heavy neighborhood.  We need some place to breakfast other than the Dunkin' Donuts on 26th St., which seems to be the resale joint for all of Manhattan's day-old donuts.

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Sweet baby Jesus's ghost, I've been gawked!  (Thank you Adam and Lindsay for my new favorite universally appropriate exclamation.)

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August 6, 2005

Okay, I've complained about outdoor dining before.  But I must reiterate the hate with yet another reason.  Last night, I went to the Gowanus Yacht Club in Carroll Gardens for the first time for my friend Ami's going away party.  They should call that place the Gowanus Swamp -- I wasn't there but half an hour before I got bitten by mosquitoes on my leg, arm, and shoulder.  And this despite the fact that I sprayed on plenty of hippie bug spray right before leaving the house.  I don't care how cheap those burgers and PBRs are.  I love you, friends, but let's not have dinner at a place where my blood is the house special.  Excuse me while I break out the trusty steroid cream for my three itchy new boobs.

Bite

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July 27, 2005

Puffed_may2005Kashi -- I make myself eat it for breakfast because it's good for me. But let's be honest: it's a little bit like eating a bowl of styrofoam peanuts, right?

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July 24, 2005

12:55 p.m., Sunday morningish

I don't have anything to say on that liquor before beer/beer before liquor business, but vanilla vodka before a half bottle of cheap Gruet "champagne" from New Mexico = my liver HATES me right now.  I got some serious Sunday morning spins.  Now if I can only figure out where I put the Advil...

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July 24, 2005

E1 a.m., Sunday morning

I love drinking in Brooklyn. 

And I love being drunk and coming home.  I'm going to sip my glass of seltzer and read Harry Potter til I fall asleep.

Where's the party next weekend?

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July 7, 2005

SonyaAfter watching teeny Sonya "The Black Widow" Thomas shove 37 hot dogs down in 12 minutes, topped only by tiny Japanese spurting-nostriled human garbage disposal Takeru Kobayashi's 49 hot dogs at the ESPN-worthy Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest, I felt so ill that I decided I AM NOT EATING HOT DOGS EVER AGAIN.  Or at least I AM NOT EATING HOT DOGS TIL THE END OF THE MONTH.

And here is the very classy looking website for the International Federation of Competitive Eating, whose headquarters can be found on West 25th St. right here in New York City.  Who knew?

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June 28, 2005

Yaoming_02Not that I have any business going to McDonald's, but I had a craving for their caramel sundae.  I went to the Times Square McD's while I was in the hood with my cousin -- NO CARAMEL SUNDAES.  I went to the McD's by my train station -- NO CARAMEL SUNDAES.  McDonald's, this is the only item on your whole menu I will go out of my way to get.  It is the only thing I think you do better than anyone else (even Shake Shack, whose caramel sauce is drippy and a little burnt). 

In a concerted effort to figure out whether or not it's been permanently removed from the menu, I went to the website, where I discovered this shiny dangling carrot.

Oh my Buddha, I never realized how much McDonald's cared about me and my family!  In honor of the Year of the Rooster (which I learned all about on their website), I am going to go get some Chicken Selects and eat them with my people's Sweet n' Sour Sauce and Hot Mustard.  I will reflect on the humble greatness of Yao Ming and how "our diverse cultures and our everyday American lifestyle are becoming one."

UPDATE!  Last night, I was passing by a McD's in Bay Ridge and went to look at their menu -- no caramel, and the word "caramel" was covered up with a piece of tape on the menu.  Looks like they've very quietly rubbed the caramel out, guys.  It's probably for the best.  Who knows what goes into that stuff...

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June 27, 2005

FerryI hit Fire Island with some friends on Saturday and had a most relaxing day napping in the sun to the sound of the ocean.  I look like a June strawberry in spots where I didn't slather the sunscreen thoroughly, and I've got an unfortunate lily-white X marking up my roasted back, but I'm as happy as an unharvested clam in red-tide Massachussetts.

Hopefully this will be the first of many beach field trips this year, and it got me thinking -- what kind of picnic should one bring to the beach?  I think there are two kinds of picnickers:

A.  The kind they show in J. Crew ads who think that a picnic should be a 12-course feast packed into a wicker basket, with Dixie plates balanced on poised, slender laps

and

B.  The kind who want to nap in peace and hopefully not starve while at the beach.

I am a type B on this one, which may come as a surprise.  If I want a fancy meal, I want to have it at home, where I am close to my pantry and my stove and I can eat on a real table with real silverware and a real plate.  I don't want to lug something heavy and fancy all the way to the beach, only to have it spoil in the heat, get sloshed around or crushed in my bag, and completely annoy me with how much space it is taking up on the train.  I am not bringing a big-ass Coleman cooler with ice packs the way my L.A.  suburban parents did -- they never had to deal with the subway, the LIRR, and the ferry. 

To this end, I have a couple of rules of thumb about picnic food, which can also be applied to airplane snacks:

1.  No utensils or plates required
2.  No tupperware you have to bring back home
3.  No fragile foods
4.  Must be delicious and unspoiled at beach temperature (way above room temperature)

So what does that leave you?  Here are some suggestions for your next beach trip:

Sandwiches -- What genius decided to put meat between two pieces of bread and take it to go?  The English credit the Earl of Sandwich, though part of me suspects that was a good P.R. campaign.  But this is the best time for a well-composed, not overfilled sandwich.  If you're bored with the sandwiches you eat everyday at work, try some different fillings -- I love mortadella, San Daniele prosciutto, serrano ham, soppresata; ask Cielo at Murray's to pair them with some great cheeses like the sheepy Pecorino Pepato we had on the mortadella sandwich. 

For road trips, I think airing on the dry side is better.  Make your sandwich with tomato and you'll wind up with a soggy mess by the time you get to the sand.  I prefer to add easy to chew through roasted vegetables like summer squash and red pepper; a little roasted garlic, pesto, caponata, or avocado spread on one side of the bread is very chic.

A nice sturdy bread will hold up well even if you save your snack for the train ride back to town.  This weekend, I hollowed out Amy's Bread's $2 mini rustic Italian -- perfect for a sandwich for two.  Any boule or ciabatta loaf makes a great sandwich, and as an added bonus, the hollowed out whole loaves tend to hold the sandwich together better than two flat slices of bread.  Throw a little recloseable jar of cornichons and a bag of chips in your backpack and you're good to go.

And, for the love of god, don't put sprouts on your sandwich.  While working in the produce department of a grocery store, I learned that by law, sprouts must be kept below a certain temperature in those refrigerated cases -- otherwise, they are susceptible to E. Coli and other sickness-inducing bacteria (I know, I always thought E. Coli was a meat bacteria, so don't ask me why it gets into sprouts because I don't know why.)  Besides, as far as I'm concerned, those sprouts are mostly disgusting and belong in the soil, not in your food.

Sticky rice and fried beef jerky -- glutinous sticky rice is the traditional to go food for Thai families.  You eat it with your hands, it sticks to your ribs, and it's plenty delicious at room temperature.  My aunt used to make a sort of sticky rice sushi -- fried beef jerky rolled up in the middle of a log of sticky rice -- which we kids all fought over.   With a sliced kirby cucumber, it makes an easy to carry, yet surprisingly satisfying mid-day meal.

Onigiri -- same idea, different format: rice with cooked salted salmon, salted plum, or some other filling, shaped into a triangle and wrapped with a big piece of seaweed.  The best ones to purchase are from Sunrise Mart, though the keep-dry packaging on the JAS mart rice balls is very cool. 

Cheese -- Cheeses are great to share with friends -- just one plastic knife necessary.  But steer clear of the softer cheeses like brie, chevre and mozzarella, which will just melt, get squished around and make a mess in your bag.  Instead, bring semi-hard and hard cheeses.  Prima Donna, a semi-hard gouda made with Italian cultures, was a big hit on our trip, and didn't start melting grease right through the wrapping paper the way the Lord of the Hundreds sheep's milk did.  Hard cheeses like Parmigiano Reggiano and the crumbly Provolone Mandorone are also easy to share and nibble, especially with crisp everything-seasoned flatbreads and black pepper crackers.

Crudite -- need fiber?  Carrots and celery are fine, but why not try sliced jicama, French Breakfast radishes, blanched green beans, sugar snap peas, and a little disposable container with chutney for dipping?

Fruits -- fruit is great for the beach, especially since summertime brings us a cornucopia of yummy locally grown choices.  But as we discovered on our little jaunt, soft, ripe strawberries are not happy being jostled around in the cooler.  However, the early cherries fared quite well.  Grapes, cherries, blueberries, whole plums will travel well -- just wash them before you leave the house because chances are, you'll be far away from a spigot of potable water.  Cut fruits tend to get a little juicy and messy, but pineapple, cantaloupe and honeydew will probably fare better in a ziploc than the softer papaya, peach and mango.   (Besides, peaches are nowhere near ready yet, and if you're not eating a local peach that was picked ripe from a tri-state tree, you are not eating a peach.)

Cookies -- Forget the cakes, forget the pie and go with cookies.  They're already in individual serving sizes, they can withstand being tossed around in a beach bag, and everyone loves a good cookie.  Chocolate chips may melt and make a mess, though, so try making oatmeal cranberry, peanut butter or, one of my favorites, cinnamon  anointed snickerdoodles.

Water -- Don't waste your energy carting thirst-increasing soda to the beach.  Bring a huge jug of water with you, like I did, but unlike me, drink it.  It's easy to get heat stroke, even when those ocean breezes seem to be cooling you pleasantly.  I think I lost some brain mass from dehydration while baking out at Sunken Forest, and I'm definitely going to lose a layer of epidermis. 

BurnHave fun in the sun, and don't be chicken about asking your friends to platonically put sunscreen on your back!

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June 20, 2005

(Lunch at Pearl Oyster Bar -- REBECCA is having the pan-fried cod sandwich, DOUG* is having the fried oyster roll, GANDA* is having fried oysters and Caesar salad with extra anchovy; we are discussing the merits of the Spider-Man movies.)

REBECCA
:  My friend saw Tobey Maguire in L.A. and said he looked awful.

DOUG
:  He must be a druggie.

REBECCA
:  No, he wasn't on drugs, but he was pasty, like he was...uh...

DOUG
:  A vegetarian?**

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*This, despite the fact that red tide has shut down Massachussetts shellfishing and the fact that my friend Dottie says no oysters in months without R.  But I trust Rebecca Charles not to kill me and fried oysters just sounded so GOOD.

**Note to Doug -- Don't think I'm not going to use this against you when you journey towards the dark side of the force and stop eating meat, as you keep promising to do.

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June 19, 2005

Ohmahgah, I met her on the internet and I thought she was really cute and she was so funny but then I woke up this morning and I looked down and there was this THING, and as it turns out, PAM GAVE ME FFCM.


1.  Total number of (cook)books I've owned:

Surprisingly few.  About 15.  I tend to use them mostly for baking or porn; I prefer to cook on the fly.  Which is why I should attach this warning now about my recipes -- they are all approximations, as I never measure anything; also, I have very poor spatial perception, so my measurements may be less than accurate.  I should probably start writing instructions like "Add two two-second squirts from a salt-crusted Tiparos fish sauce PET bottle with a tired hand." 

2. The last (cook)book I bought:

The last cookbook I bought was the Bouchon cookbook for Christmas for a friend.  The last cookbook I added to my collection was The Best of Thai Cooking, in Thai and English, sent to me by my father.

3. The last (food) book I read:

Well, I started reading Poet of the Appetites, the biography of M.F.K. Fisher, but I got distracted by some other memoirs that had more sex and drugs.  Before that, I read Mimi Sheraton's Eating My Words, which I enjoyed very much.  And before that I read Garlic and Sapphires by Ruth Reichl.  I have Mark Kurlansky's Salt on my desk, waiting in the queue, as well as Rudolph Chelminski's The Perfectionist, about the rise and fall of Bernard Loiseau.  Cookbooks I have few, books about or related to food I have tons. 

4. Five (cook)books that mean a lot to me:

I can't really say that there are five cookbooks that mean a lot to me.

BhgBut there is one: Better Homes and Gardens Complete Step-by-Step Cookbook.  I used to pore over the perfect hands in the perfect demonstration pictures; I used to dream about making all of these wonderful cakes and cookies which I could never have made in our house because we didn't have the right kinds of ingredients -- we had rice flour, but not all-purpose flour; we might have Chinese soy milk, but no whipping cream. 

I read this cookbook the way other people read travel books -- it took me to an exotic land where people owned futuristic gadgets like electric hand blenders and meat thermometers; where perfectly manicured fingers tested sugar syrup to see if it had reached the sporty stages of "soft-ball" or "hard-ball"; where people held dinner parties and ate crazy things like golden pastry-wrapped Beef Wellington, dreamy caramel Floating Islands, and the science-defying wonder that is the Baked Alaska -- an ice cream cake that you actually put in the oven!!

5. Which five people would you like to see fill this out on their blog?

Can I be a chicken shit and pass on this part?  I don't have so few real live friends who blog whom I can pester -- and I can count on one hand the people I've exchanged one or two emails with who do food blog.  So the grandma in me feels totally unprepared to pass FFCM on.  I still have a disconnect when it comes to asking for something from sort-of strangers.  Is that lame?  Sorry, Pam.  I am no rock-n-roll fun. 

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