Friday, December 31, 2010

Writing for The Food Network

Cranberry Pomegranate Terrine from FoodNetwork.com
During my Fall 2010 semester, I was an intern at The Food Network cable channel. I worked in the Digital Food Department and one of my duties was writing and posting weekly articles for the Food Network blog, FN Dish. Here are some of my favorite posts.
 


 


 


Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Great Pumpkin Cook-Off

The Great Pumpkin Cook-Off
On October 30th, I took a break from studying for midterms and writing term papers to participate in Sunnyside Greenmarket's Great Pumpkin Cook-Off. Armed with *my* favorite pumpkin recipe, a variation of Gay Isber's Canadian Thanksgiving soup, I cooked my heart out to impress the local farmers and passersby. All the entries were delicious, and a pumpkin trifle dessert took top honors. The prize was a bountiful bag of food from the market. Two days later, I was at my internship at the Food Network and someone who happens to be a judge on a popular show commented that my soup smelled amazing. Now that made my day! So, here is my losing pumpkin-apple-cheese soup recipe that I think is just fantastic. Hope you enjoy.


Pumpkin Apple Cheese Soup
2 Tbsp Butter
1 Pound peeled, seeded pumpkin ~2 cups
2 cups peeled, cored, chopped apples
½ cup chopped leeks or onions
½ cup chopped carrots
2 ½ cups low sodium chicken stock
1 Tbsp brown sugar
1 tsp salt
1/4 tsp white pepper
Pinch cinnamon, nutmeg, ground ginger, cayenne
1 cup grated cheese, cheddar or smoked gouda or combo

1. Wash and cut pumpkin in half. Roast in a 450 oven for about half hour.
2. Meanwhile, heat butter in a big soup pot.
3. Sauté leeks, carrots, and apples until tender.
4. Add spices and chicken stock and simmer until vegetables are very tender.
5. Remove skin and puree cooked pumpkin in food processor or food mill.
6. Add pumpkin and cheese to soup and stir to combine.
7. Puree soup with an immersion blender, or using food processor.
8. Strain through a mesh sieve (optional).
9. Add more stock or water for consistency. It should pour from the 
spoon in an even stream, not in clumps.
10. Taste and adjust seasoning.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Queens Harvest Food Co-op: Where the Shoppers Own the Store

This is an article I wrote for a local magazine about the food co-op that I'm helping to build.

Thinking she is making a healthier choice for her family, an American supermarket shopper picks up a carton of light ice cream unaware that the ingredient list contains transgenic fish and genetically modified corn and soy derivatives– untested substances that, in other parts of the world, are forbidden to be sold. She places it in her cart next to the package of hamburger patties that are manufactured with ammonia-based filler at an unsanitary slaughterhouse in an effort to curb the rising incidence of e-coli food poisoning.
Despite the fact that most of us eat three times a day, there is no question that Americans have become disengaged from the realities of our food system as well as the long-term consequences of this disconnection. Residents of western Queens have taken up this cause and are forming the borough’s first food co-op. The Queens Harvest Food Co-op, slated to open in 2012, will sell anything that might be sold by a store like Whole Foods or your regular grocer. The difference is that the shoppers own the store.
A food co-op is a member-owned, member-controlled business that buys food and household items for its members. By controlling everything from sourcing to pricing and marketing, food co-ops offer consumers a retail environment free of coercive sales influences, and with full disclosure of product quality and value.
Members range from engaged food activists to avid home cooks seeking the best ingredients and prices. They have varied reasons for wanting to be a part of the co-op, since food is such a personal subject. “I’m looking for a meaningful alternative to the conventional food system and a way of buying food that I can participate in,” explains Christine Caruso, who serves on the co-op’s outreach committee. According to their mission statement, the Queens Harvest Food Co-op aims to increase access to affordable, good quality food based on the needs and voices of members, as opposed to a grocery store where the pricing and selection are determined by outside forces. The co-op is to be located in Queens Plaza, Long Island City to address the need for a quality, affordable grocery store in the area, and also because it is a transit hub.
Unlike some other co-ops in the city which operate on a “closed model” where only working members can shop, the Queens Harvest Food Co-op will be open to the public. Shoppers who choose to volunteer their time to help run the store will get a discount, and non-member shoppers who do not have time to volunteer will pay market prices. Reflecting the economic diversity of Western Queens, co-op organizers hope that this model will allow as many people as possible to enjoy the benefits of co-op shopping. This working model reflects the guiding principles of the co-op, which include social responsibility, sustainability, and community. The Queens Harvest Food Co-op will provide products affordable to community members, employ socially responsible practices and product sourcing, and aims to accept food assistance programs (such as WIC and SNAP).
Greener than your average grocery, the co-op will also employ sustainable practices (minimally packaged products, bulk bins), purchase from independent, local, sustainable and organic sources, and be built and operate as environmentally responsibly as possible. For the community, the co-op plans to offer classes and resources about healthy living, social responsibility and sustainability, as well as to honor diversity and be a welcoming place for all people.
Since opening the store is about a year away, the Queens Harvest Food Co-op is holding regular outreach events to spread the word and invite more potential members to participate in the planning process. In August, they hosted an Iron Chef Salad Throwdown at Astoria Park in which chefs from the co-op battled it out to win the crowd’s vote for best salad (see photo), using produce donated from local farms.
            The co-op will be holding its first major fundraising event this fall on Wednesday, October 27th from 6-9pm at the Foundry in Long Island City. Festivities will include a tasting of Queens area restaurants' food and wine, light music, a raffle/silent auction, and a special guest. Money raised from the evening will go to the co-op’s fund for projects such as low-income outreach, a feasibility study, and a formal business plan to attract investors.
            Interested in getting involved but curious how you might fit in? The Queens Harvest Food Co-op operates by committees and is particularly seeking people who are familiar with grant writing, research, and fundraising, as well as those familiar with commercial real estate, grocery operations, and industrial or structural engineering.
For more information about the Oct. 27th event, or to learn more about the co-op, visit their website at www.queensharvestcoop.com. Lively and informative monthly general meetings are held in Long Island City, are open to the public, and are and a great way to meet your neighbors.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Italy Journal 10 - A Cautionary Tale of Good Fortune


I wrote this up in the airport yesterday. Something was compelling me to get all the words out before leaving this beautiful, crazy country. I hope you enjoy it.

Journal 10 - A Cautionary Tale of Good Fortune

It was a hot, sunny Sunday, actually the Fourth of July, when, along with two classmates, I took a train out of the Santa Maria Novella train station in Florence to the Tuscan countryside, a small town called Castagno, to swim at the pool of a fancy hillside resort. I had read about the pool in the English-Florentine newspaper a day earlier. Locals in Florence always leave town on the weekends since it is so hot and touristy in the city. At this point on our trip, we no longer considered ourselves "touristas" since we had been living in Italy for almost a whole month and knew our way our Florence really well.

We transferred trains in a place that can only be described as a creepy Italian ghost town. It was solely populated by a dusty luncheonette which luckily served not only pork panini but also tuna wraps–-a bonus for my hungry friends who were each Jewish and Muslim. After lunch we found our local train and a short ride later we arrived. At the local station, we planned to use the ATM (called a bancomat here) and check the return schedule home. You can imagine our surprise to see that the rural station was nothing more than a dilapidated shack, sort of an homage to where a station maybe once stood. There wasn't even a sign to mark the train stop!

My euros were few, and I planned on getting cash at the Florence train station, but the machines were all broken. One of the girls was planning to exchange some US Dollars for Euros, but all of the exchange places were closed. So, before we left, I asked the third girl if she had enough money on her, explaining that we were broke but would pay her back upon returning, and she said okay. An hour later, on the train, I learned that the third girl only had a few euros for herself but that she was willing to share what she had. Knowing the cost was about 15 each, I was praying the resort would accept credit cards – it was too late to turn back.
                 
We inhaled the pungent perfume of Tuscany, a gorgeous blend of fresh air and the sweet smell of the woods, and knew instinctively that everything would somehow be okay. Walking down a very steep hill, we spotted our destination immediately—a rectangular blue oasis in the center of about a hundred very tanned people. Around the pool was a fence of ancient looking white stone columns, attached to the side of an enormous stone mansion.

Explaining our situation to the pool manager with all the charisma we could muster, he responded in broken English, "No money, no pool. Who travels to Italy with no money? What is wrong with you?" After a brief conference in which going home was never discussed, we decided to try him again, with our doe-eyed, sweaty and pitiful faces.  We were standing there with our towels and flip-flops, and finally the man took pity on us and allowed us to enter for the sum of our entire collection of euro coins, a few small bills and an American $20 bill. Woohoo!! We had a great relaxing time at the pool and in the sun and packed up a few hours later to go home. After changing, we returned our locker keys, went to thank them, and asked about the train schedule back to Florence. At this moment, we learned that the last train had left an hour ago. No more trains until tomorrow.

We still had no money between the three of us and were starting to worry. Stranded at a fancy resort in the hills of Tuscany is not the worst place to be, but we needed to get ourselves home to Florence for class the next day. I called Kevin on my cell phone and asked him to check the online train schedule for us to see if there was any way hope of leaving. The pool manager, Peter, who we were now on a first name basis with, again took pity on us and offered us a ride in his car to our transfer point – back to the ghost town, where we were able to catch an evening train back to Florence.  The fact that he drove a regular car and not a scooter like everyone else was another huge stroke of luck. He flirted with one of the girls in broken Spanish along the way, as it was the easiest language to understand each other in. Peter, incidentally, looked exactly like how you would imagine a bronze 31 year old pool manager in Tuscany to look like. And he was charming. I appointed him Santo Peter (Saint Peter) for letting us into the pool and then driving us back in one piece. Seeming like the kind of guy who drives a car exclusively for the back seat, he thought that was hysterically funny.

As a side note, I'd like to say that you should never travel without any cash. You should also never get in a car with a strange man no matter how nice he seems. And always check the train schedule ahead of time. Don't expect anything to be open on Sunday, either. End of public service announcement.

Back in Florence, we found an ATM, celebrated our good fortune and fun day with some gelato, strawberry cheesecake flavor this time, and the three touristas americanas, grateful for a day of Italian hospitality, enjoyed a nice walk home.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Italy Journal 9 - Cataloging Memories


It is Wednesday night and I began packing my suitcase to see how much room is left, and to see how many amazing Italian delicacies I can bring back. So far I've got lots of truffles, porchini mushrooms, sundried tomatoes, farro, lentils, barlotti beans, balsamic vinegar and parmesan cheese. Plus some scarves, shoes and other small items. No wine or olive oil because it's too heavy. Mostly I'm bringing back memories—sense memories—the strongest of which are the amazing aromas of Italy, the sweet smell of the Tuscan air, the saltiness of the proscuitto house, the strong smell of parmesan cheese aging, and the fancy perfume on the ladies walking through the fashion district in Florence. Earlier today I went walking through the San Lorenzo market – a huge indoor farmer's market where you can get meats, fishes, produce, fresh pasta, and many specialty products. What an amazing place to just wander, smelling and watching…

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Italy Journal 8 - Teatro del Sale & Parma/Modena



Friday was one of my favorite days yet in Florence. In my cooking class, we made Saltimbocca alla Romana which are thin veal cutlets rolled with proscuitto and sage leaves, cooked in olive oil and marsala wine. The drippings are thickened into a sauce and served on top. The taste is at once earthy, salty, and sweet – like a party in your mouth that you just don't want to end. To my horror, one of my station-mates in class got a bunch of paper towels to "blot all that greasy stuff off" her piece. Some people just do not deserve to eat in Italy!!

After class I went for a walk in a different part of town and got completely lost for about an hour. Florence has many tiny streets that sometimes feel like they just lead you in circles, and since the streets are so narrow, unless you are in the center of town, it's not easy to orient yourself according to the landmarks, unlike New York. With my useless map in hand, I just walked around and around until things finally started to look more familiar. Another interesting thing about Florence is that the locals don't know the names of streets, either. So if you are, say, trying to find a particular street, unless you know a nearby landmark/church/or market, you are pretty  much out of luck getting directions.

The goal of all that wandering was to reach the Teatro del Sale, translated as the Theater of Salt. It's a very exclusive dinner club run by the chefs and owners of Cibreo, one of the best restaurants in Florence. The irony of the name comes from the fact that the bread in Florence does not contain salt. During the middle ages, Pisa, a rival city, decided to levy an exorbitant tax on salt to Florence, and they responded by doing without, proudly. I've gotten used to the bread and really like it, by the way. The tap water is fine to drink, too, in case you were wondering.

In order to have dinner at Teatro del Sale, you have to become a member, at the cost of 5 Euro for one year for foreigners. Locals pay more. There can only be 99 members at any given time, so it is never overcrowded or touristy. When you walk in, it is clearly an old Theater, but all the seats have been detached from the floor and are positioned around small dinner tables mostly for 2 or 4 people. The ceiling is huge, with old wooden rafters and there's a stage with regal velvet curtains. Off to the side is a table with unlimited water, seltzer (called Frizzante here) and free flowing red table wine. There's fancier wine for purchase, too.

A buffet table with servers has about 15 different vegetable and pasta dishes, everything from pesto pasta to hummus, braised carrots, lentils, baked tomatoes, fresh bread sticks, etc. Through a huge glass window you can watch the chefs work on the various meat and fish courses. When something is ready – be it mushroom soup served in mugs sans spoons, meatballs livornese, clams and mushrooms, baked eggplant with cream, or any other number of amazing dishes, one of the chefs passionately sings out a description of the food (in Italian) at the top of his lungs and we go up to the window to get our individual portion directly from the cooks. I was with my friend Julie and each time we went up, this particularly charming young chef would generously describe each dish and its ingredients to us in English.

You return used plates to the dishwashers through a little opening near the kitchen. Even the guys doing the dishes are happy and seem to have having a good time. Back there, they are eating the same food as us. At the Teatro, everyone seemed to be happy to be there, especially the staff. This added so much to the experience.

Dinner began at 7:30 and was over by 9:15 and I could not have eaten one more bite! Toward the end, I was taking dishes just to taste them as I was so full of goodness. My meal at Teatro del Sale was without a doubt the most delicious one I've had here, and that says a lot considering some of the food I've had the pleasure of tasting over the past three weeks. The show part of the evening was two Italian jazz  musicians singing Bob Dylan with guitar and bass accompaniment. I asked my 20 yr old companion if she liked Bob Dylan and she said she only knew him from the TV show "Full House". (That's Bob Saget, the comedian, not Bob Dylan, I said with a smile.)

Since I didn't take any pictures at Teatro del Sale, I am attaching some photos of my trip through Parma and Modena where I saw/tasted parmesan cheese making, proscuitto aging, and tasted real balsamic vinegar. I am bringing back a huge piece of real parmesan cheese and some traditional balsamic vinegar that was aged for 25 years. The proscuitto is aged in the countryside of Emilia Romagna. The salty winds of the sea meet the northern winds and it's the combination of special air that lends the meat it's special taste.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Italy Journal 7 - Castles, Wine & Focaccia Recipe


I have just about a week and a half left and am alternatively soaking up all the olive oil, espresso and wine that I can, and counting the days to seeing Kevin and Queso again...

I took many photos during my wine tasting trip through Tuscany, more specifically at the picturesque Castello di Brollio, home of the Baron of Ricasoli. The original Baron was the first prime minister of Italy and worked hard for the unification in the late 1800's. His house was really cool! The house is still occupied by the Ricasoli family but they use it mainly for entertaining now.

The Baron made his fortune in wine and, in addition to being a diplomat and politician, was really into the natural sciences. Through chemistry, he made the "perfect"wine which is known as Chianti Classico. (I learned last wine tasting that there are no chianti grapes, chianti is a mix of different kinds but must meet very strict standards.) The tour guide went on and on about Chianti Classico so you can imagine that we were all surprised to find out that we were not allowed to taste that one!! We did try the second best wines which were a Torricella  (08) and a Casalferro (05). Honestly I didn't love either of them, the red was very very dry and the white was super oaky. It was interesting to do the tasting,
though.

Next stop was Montalcino, a much less formal and more fun tasting in a local wine shop. Brunnello del  Montalcino is a very famous wine from this area that is aged at least 6 years before sale. It's the kind of wine that you buy now and keep for twenty years to drink for a super special occasion. There was a 250,000 Euro bottle in the shop from the 1950's! When I get back home I want to get some of this wine to save for a special occasion. 2004 is a good year to look for if you want to do the same. This is a red wine and it tasted really good - nice balance of sweet and dry - it's known as a table wine because it goes with many things.

Montalcino is the location of a medieval fortress and we climbed to the top of it. A fortress is basically a really big courtyard surrounded by incredibly high walls, with turrets to look out at the surrounding landscape. I thought it was a bit of poor planning to do the (very generous) wine tasting before climbing all the way to the top! Luckily no one fell off and we all made it back to the bus.

At last, I found some pizza that I really like. It was actually focaccia with a bunch of stuff on top - prosciutto, Parmesan  cheese, fresh tomatoes, arugula and basil. Up until today I was sure that Brooklyn had Italy beat  for pizza but this changed everything.

And for those interested, here's the recipe for the Foaccia Genovese. We made ours in a heart shape. It's very easy and delicious.

16 oz All Purpose Flour
1 Tbsp Salt
2 Tsp Sugar
1 oz. Brewer's Yeast (the block, not the powder)
1 oz.+ Really good olive oil (you will want a lot more)

Preheat oven to 428 degrees F. (This is the conversion from 220 Celsius).

Dilute the yeast in about 1 1/3 cups warm water, add sugar. In a big bowl add the flour and make a well, adding the salt and yeasty water to the center. Work the flour to form a dough. Use your hands. Knead the dough on a floured surface for 15 min. Oil a baking sheet and spread the dough out on the sheet. Allow to  rise for 40 minutes. Make dimples with your fingertips and bake for about 18-20 minutes. Top with additional olive oil and salt.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Italy Journal 6 - Pitti, Pity & Porchetta


Cooking classes have commenced, my sprained foot is healing and I'm enjoying myself in Florence. I decided yesterday to henceforth carry myself with my limp in confidence because I'm not letting a little ankle injury stop me from having a great trip and experiencing whatever it is I came here to find. Even if I am finding it more slowly…

Monday's first cooking class had me a bit worried. We were making Crepes Florentine (that's with spinach filling) but there were no crepe pans and our teacher was totally unfamiliar with the kitchen and workstations. Thankfully things improved from there, with a seafood spaghetti dish on Wednesday (during which I learned how to clean a squid) and asparagus risotto with veal milanese today. The boy from Texas working behind me made his "country fried veal" instead, with more breading than meat! The level of cooking instruction is pretty basic but I decided not to try to transfer to a different class because there are still things that I can learn (like patience and teamwork). Plus my teacher is a sommelier (wine expert) and it's fun to learn about wines, too.

Wednesday I had lunch in the tratorria underneath my apartment. It was one of the best meals I've had so far. The homemade ravioli was perfect texture, the filling of fresh spinach and ricotta, unlike any similar ravioli I've had. Every bite, every texture and taste is so fresh. You can taste the sunshine and the grass and the air. This is really food of the earth. The cream sauce was light, the mushrooms soft and tender, and little green herbs were just enough to offset the richness. And the red wine which was so good, and the bread. I love eating this kind of food. All of your senses come alive and you almost want to kiss the cranky old waiter for delivering it to the table. This is why I came to Italy.
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Yesterday was a day off and I was sitting home with my elevated ankle feeling a little bit pitiful and it reminded me of the Pitti Palace which is around the corner from me. They have a spectacular garden so I went there –to Pitti, to escape my self-pity. It worked. The garden was probably the most beautiful physical therapy regime I could have imagined. It looks like a cross between Middle Earth – The Secret Garden – and Alice in Wonderland. I took some amazing pictures but they don't do it justice. So far the Boboli Gardens at the Pitti Palace is my absolute favorite place in Florence. And it's not even a food place! The Medici family of Italy married into the French aristocracy during the Renaissance and this is where they lived and had parties. There are secret passages through the hedges and fountains and quiet nooks, and you can just imagine fancy people strolling through very same paths and enjoying themselves. Since it is right around the corner from me, I've decided to declare it my official backyard and go back there at least a few more times before I leave.

After two hours of hobbling and strengthening my ankle, I happened upon a homemade gelaterria where I had *the best gelato yet* which wasn't technically gelato at all, it was chocolate sorbet with orange peels. Let me tell you about the gelato here. Everyone tells you it's great but let me be honest – it isn't. Most of the places that I've seen don't make it from scratch and it's way too sweet. But the few places that do it the old fashioned way are worth seeking out. So that's what I've been doing. So I don't get gelato very often because not that many places actually make it themselves. Surprising (to me anyway)!

Yesterday was a big holiday in Florence – the Festival of San Giovanni (John the Baptist), the patron saint of the city. There were all kinds of special things happening, the most special of which was an *amazing* fireworks spectacular at night. It seemed like the whole city was gathered on either side of the Arno (river) to watch them. I went with a friend and we had a picnic dinner of porchetta (juicy roast pork) panini sandwiches and wine. In Italy there is no silly law preventing civilized people from drinking wine outside like there is in New York. I bought this strange tube of mosquito repellant that looks like deodorant. It seemed to really work well as there were thousands of hungry bugs and I didn't get bit at all. We could see the bats that live by the river and I think they were eating the mosquitoes. I try not to think about the bats because they creep me out—but I'm grateful for their dining habits. Then, all of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere and in perfect unison, all the street lights blacked out! The huge fireworks display began and lasted for an entire hour—it was the most spectacular fireworks show I've ever seen. The sound ricocheted and echoed off the buildings up and down the river and it seemed like the entire city was caught in a collective "Wow". After a short walk home, I welcomed a sweet sleep.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Italy Journal 5 - Leaning Tower of Pisa


Pisa: It's really crooked!
            Friday marked the last day of our Italian Culture week-long class. Yesterday I began a three week cooking class called Food, Culture and Society of Italy. My class time runs from 3-5:30pm so I will still have most of the daytime to see the interior sights of Florence (most of which I haven't yet) and have lots of amazing dinners. I want to tell you about Pisa – it's really leaning!
            After class, and with very little sleep due to the last minute writing of papers and presentations the night before, a group of seven of us boarded an afternoon train to Pisa. It's about 2 hours away from Florence. Arriving in Pisa, we walked through the center of town to an expansive lush green carpet of grass called the Piazza dei Miracoli (Field of Miracles) where the three main attractions sit – the leaning tower, the cathedral, and the baptistry. The city seemed a lot sketchier than Florence but I did love that there were actual sidewalks to walk on. In Florence the sidewalks are really narrow, and in many places you can only walk single-file. The buildings had a lot of graffiti, and the writers apparently do not like Pisa. I wondered if the vandalism was authored by disenchanted locals or if tourists came here and left really disappointed for some reason…
            Walking block after dreary block, suddenly I was staring at the leaning tower. It's really crooked! I took a picture and the sky was so beautiful that it looks photoshopped – but I promise it's real. My friends walked around the tiny interior spiral staircase to get to the top and I stayed outside to take pictures and to place a phone call to Kevin. There were so many people will small dogs there and I missed home. Plus, I was excited to tell Kevin that it was really leaning.
            Next I went into the Cathedral, which was suggested to me as one of the most beautiful churches in Italy. First I went into the "free" entrance for people who want to sit at the altar and pray. I lit a candle and soaked in the majesty of the place and then went back outside to enter the main entrance which cost 2 euro. Memories of a year of high school AP art history and 2 semesters worth at Brooklyn College all came back to me when I saw the artwork of the cathedral in person. One of my favorite features of this church and some others is the domed ceiling with a circular cut out (which is plugged now). The idea was to let the divine in through the ceiling, and the artists had the idea that people would look up and not just see the beauty of the coffers and frescos but of the sky. They called it an oculus – the eye of god. And there is a lot more famous art here, too.
            We didn't have time to go inside the baptistry – which is basically a round church where they baptize people. Since the area outside the piazza did not feel safe, we wanted to get back to the train before dark. We hit the train station 2 minutes before our train was about to depart and bought our tickets awkwardly using every machine in the lobby, validated the tickets at a separate machine and ran as fast as I have ever run in my life toward platform 10.
            Let me pause here to tell you about how hard it is to keep up with the 19 and 20 year old college kids that I'm hanging out with. They can stay up later, drink more, and certainly run faster. And although they are really great kids, they don't think to make sure everyone stays together. That is usually my role. I was literally running for my life as I didn't want to sit for an hour in the scary Pisa train station by myself if I got left behind. Our group split up and we had no idea if the other half of us was actually on the train until it was moving.
            We made it back to Florence in time to walk home from the train station with the biggest group of tourists I have ever seen. At least 150 people all with rolling suitcases walked in the street alongside our little group for a few blocks. It looked like the running of the bulls – but with rolly suitcases! The roar of the wheels on the cobblestones, echoing off the stone walls was pretty amazing, too. After I midnight-ish dinner of chocolate gelato I was off to bed and my friends went out to party.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Italy Journal 4 - Siena, Steak & Strange Italian men

            Wednesday morning we met for a bus tour to San Gimignano and Fattoria San Donato in Siena. Walking to the Santa Maria Novella train station, I was excited about what lay ahead. I'm very interested in sustainable agriculture and know that the fattoria, or farm, will be really interesting from this perspective. I had no expectations or prior knowledge about San Gimignano.
            The bus ride took us through a part of Florence that I haven't seen yet, to the north. There was a nice park and many more trees than can be found in Oltrano, where I am staying, on the other side of the arno (river). I sat next to Julie and it was fun to talk on the way there. One of the stories I told her was about the previous night when we were all together.
A group of us had gone out the night before for Steak Florentine and to a bar with Eddie from the school. The food was fantastic--starting with the antipasti, then probably the best steak I've ever had, free flowing wine, new potatoes bathed in olive oil and even fantastic desserts that we all shared. Later I had a really interesting experience at the bar. There was an Italian man who had been drinking too much and motioned that he was sick – I recognized the hand motion for "mal" because we learned the 'sign language' of Italian in our class. I got him a glass of water and told him to just breathe. When he came out of the bathroom he looked much better, perhaps for being paid a little care and attention, and planted a big Italian kiss on my cheek and walked off! It all happened really fast and was really funny to me.No one else saw it. I will chalk it up to being a minister and having that come out most often in the strangest of places!
I have noticed about Italian culture that they are much less wrapped up in their heads than Americans tend to be. I find myself being more present while here, just trying to stay in the moment and enjoy things to the fullest extent possible.
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We arrived in San Gimignano and there was another pay toilet. I think it's funny that my classmates still don't know how to use them. It was the first thing I learned in the Rome train station – by necessity! They usually cost between 30 and 80 cents and are well maintained. Walking into San Gimignano feels a bit like Medieval Times, because that is when the town dates from. It is known as the Manhattan of the Middle Ages because wealthy neighbors would try to outdo each other by building higher and ever higher towers. These towers are the size of skyscrapers and were where the families lived. It reminded me a lot of the set for Monty Python and the Holy Grail and I wondered if it may have been filmed here. Throw the cow!
Onto the farm, we traveled by bus, as a hungry bunch. We were greeted by lots of rain and shuffled into the gift shop first, then the wine cellar for a brief history of the Vernattio wine that is produced here, alongside the Chianti (a blend of grapes). They also make Grappa from the skins of the grapes. I was given the opportunity to taste it and it is very strong! The owners of the farm created a beautiful spread of food for us and gave a lesson in how to properly taste wine before drinking it. My favorite part of the meal was the fresh ricotta, and the wine jam, which I purchased to bring back to New York. Other dishes included a faro salad, pickled eggplant, peppers, and onions, three kinds of salami, prosciutto, gorgonzola and parmesean cheeses and garlic bread soaked in the most delicious olive oil. Our meal was leisurely and relaxed. The wines were also very good. The chianti was not sweet at all and I liked the fullness of it.
The farmer also told us about the origin of steak Florentine. Since the cows in this region are raised for dairy, not for meat, they are kept in use until they are a ripe old age. It is these old dairy cows that provide the steak Florentine, which is a huge cut of meat cooked very rare, about 10 minutes on each side. Any longer cooking would render the meat too tough to eat.
I felt as though I could have stayed in both San Gimignano and San Donato (they are both in Siena) for the whole day, week, even month. The Tuscan air is at once perfumed and incredibly clean – like breathing in a shower for your lungs.  The Tuscan countryside is every bit as beautiful as the millions of pictures showcasing it. It was very nice to get out of Florence for the day, and made me realize how cold and urban our host city can feel in contrast to it's larger setting in Tuscany. I hope to go back again to Tuscany for a more formal wine tasting, as well as Parma and Modena. On the way home, I caught the most beautiful sunset on the Ponte Vecchio.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Italy Journal 3 - Hilltop of Florence

            We visited the Hilltop of Florence early in the morning, by way of the large flight of stairs that ascend directly to the top. On a previous night, I had visited the same place by climbing the winding road shared by pedestrians and cars. It felt much safer to be walking up the stairs. It was pouring rain by the time we reached the top and our class took cover under the awning of a café until the rain let up.
            The first stop was the Church of San Miniato, a large Romanesque building with much softer lines than the gothic exterior of the Duomo. The church is situated in a lush and verdant area with many of the typical tall Tuscan evergreen trees. San Miniato is the first church in Italy that I've been able to go inside. The cool, arid interior was a grounding feeling after the wet scurrying that proceeded it. Upon entering, I was struck by the frescos that line the walls and wondered how much history those faces must have witnessed over the many years. Every inch of the church seems to be covered in thoughtful artwork, ranging from ornate tiles to small animals painted on the ceiling beams in bright colors. San Miniato is credited with saving Florence from destruction and is often depicted holding a city in the palm of his hand. I'd like to return to hear the Latin vespers being sung, which they do every Sunday at 6pm.
            Outside the church is the Monumental Cemetery where famous and important people were buried. There is also a small herbal pharmacy/gift shop where I purchased my first piece of handmade Italian chocolate. It was delicious! I would describe it as smooth and creamy, a bit fruity but not too sweet, with a really satisfying texture that makes just a bite seem like enough. The chocolate was made better by sharing it around.
            Continuing in the rain, we sought temporary shelter at a smaller Franciscan church on the hilltop. Perhaps it was the humility of the structure, or the fewer number of tourists inside, but this church seemed to have much more heart. The frescoes were not as impressive as at San Miniato, and many had fallen into disrepair and chips. In the center aisle lay a illuminated manuscript of psalms, with intricate and colorful calligraphy and pictures. I flipped through and wondered who else had stood here and done the same.
            There was a smaller altar for lighting prayer candles, and I chose to light one for my father who is undergoing chemotheraphy again this week for his leukemia. He's been on my mind and it was comforting to be able to honor him in that way. Moved to tears, the statue over the altar seemed to comfort me, and I thought about the difference in connection and reaction to sculpture versus the two-dimensional frescos of the San Miniato.
            I rejoined the group outside and we walked to the Piazza Michelangelo once again, where I snapped a photo of the famous David sculpture – as painted on the side of an ice cream truck! It's nice the Florentines do not take themselves too seriously.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Italy Journal 2 - On Fitting In

Italian Renaissance & Fitting in in Fiorenza
            In today’s class we practiced short conversations, especially the nuances between formality and familiarity in language, for example, when to use buongiorno or ciao. We wrote paragraphs about ourselves using all the vocabulary so far, including new verbs. After a slideshow on renaissance art, we did a walking tour of architecture in Florence.
            I was tired today, partly because we stayed out late to see the World Cup last night and to hike the Piazza di Michaelangelo, and partly because I woke up at 6am to have a video chat with my husband Kevin. It felt so good to see him, and our dog, on the computer. This trip is the longest that we have ever been apart in our five years of marriage and six years together. After my usual breakfast of fruit and yogurt at home, I bought an espresso before class and needed another one before the walking tour of Il Battistero di San Giovanni (the baptistery of St. John, the patron saint of Florence), the Duomo/Santa Maria Fiore Cathedral, and the Piazza del Signore. Piazza del Duomo represents the power of religion in Italy, and the Piazza del Signore represents political power.
            During my trip I have been reading daily meditations on the life of Saint Francis of Assisi, a man who was born into riches and chose to live as a beggar, relying on the kindness of others to fully experience the divinity of his humanity.  When walking through the piazzas today, there were beggars who were posing for pictures and harassing people and perhaps due to my situatedness, I found this really vulgar.  I have not visited these structures on the inside yet, but from the outside, they are more of a statement about patriarchal power than the spirituality or humility in the outer artwork depicting the historical lives of the saints.
            Before the walk, our teacher asked us to consider the emotion that we felt looking at the statues and architecture along the tour. I have taken some art history classes and seen many of the statues on paper but it was a whole new experience looking at them in person. As a woman, I reacted strongly to the statue of the kidnapping of Persephone and some of the other more violent statues. I related that to how I have been feeling personally, walking through the streets alongside very thin models and young students who are so thin—that I’m somehow unacceptable or unwelcome because I don’t look like everyone else. I also felt this when shopping at one of the boutiques, where the largest size is about an American size 6.
            This afternoon I decided to visit the student services office and ask about stores that carry a range of sizes. Lucciana was there and told me about not one, but three stores nearby! We learned how to pronounce the Italian alphabet today, which came in handy when she sent me to OVS and called it “Oviesse”. I don’t think I would have found it without that lesson earlier today. I found a bathing suit and some other Italian clothes that are beautiful and fit great. I am starting to feel like I can fit in in Florence, just as I am.
            An early stop on our walking tour was Grom, the shop with the best gelato. I had a perfectly sweetened and wonderfully icy lemon granita which is “Slow Food certified”. Slow Food, a sustainable agriculture and gastronomy organization, started here in Italy. Grom has a strong environmental ethic and had multiple trash bins for organic and non-organic waste. Since we compost at home, this made me really happy to see. I will definitely go back for the gelato!
            Another interesting feature of the tour was the lions in the Piazza del Signore. They looked so friendly. The lion, and also the lily, have symbolic ties to Florence. Compared to the New York Public Library lions, who are enormous and very protective looking, these lions were downright cuddly. They were surrounded by smaller lions circling a column, who humorously had pigeons standing on their heads.
Later for lunch we had pizza in my neighborhood of Oltrano, half vegetable/prisciuotto and half capers/anchovies. The pizza was much more crispy than New York pizza and was served in personal size, which was still very generous and delicious. Pizza is accompanied by wine here, not soda as in the US.
Since this reflection is already somewhat personal, I’d also like to mention that as an adult student living and studying with people who are ten years or more my senior is really challenging sometimes. I have the outer impression that my fellow students are all somewhat privileged to be living with their parents back in New York and attending college at all, much less on a great study abroad trip. I did not have any of that sort of opportunity when I was their age. To listen to them complain about this or that minutia regarding class schedules not fitting in with their travel plans just seems so outrageous to me. We are here to study! I know that on this trip I will grow a lot personally through the interactions with my fellow students and with the culture and society. Italy seems to be a land of dichotomies in many ways—perhaps the lesson is the observance of how it all fits together anyway.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Italy Journal 1 - Food Shopping & Cooking

            Mi chiamo Diane. Sono Americana, di New York. Ho trentidue anni e ho un marito simpatico, si chiamo Kevin. Studio gastronomia e cibo italiana. Parlo inglese e un po spagnolo. Il mio indirizzo e via dei San Jacopo 13, en Fiorenzi. My name is Diane. I am American, from New York. I am 32 years old and have a nice husband named Kevin. I study cooking and food of Italy. I speak English and a little Spanish. My [temporary] address is 13 San Jacopo in Florence.
The lesson today was an introduction to Italy, including conversational basics in Italian, geography and basic food terms from various regions. We had a walking tour to the Mercato San Ambrogio. Since I arrived here, just two days ago, I have really experienced the significance and importance of food in Florentine society.
            Yesterday my roommates, along with other friends—a group of ten students—went to the Billi supermarket and shopped alongside the native Italians for ingredients to make our own Sunday evening family dinner. We went to the supermarket because it was Sunday and the open air markets were closed. At the supermarket, I was surprised to see so many imported foods, particularly in the produce department. Not knowing the language, it was tricky to decipher which foods were actually from Italy. After all, I didn't fly thousands of miles to get here and eat mangoes and bananas! As my husband, Kevin, back in NY, knows, I can spend hours food shopping, looking at all the ingredients and labels etc. Luckily my pokiness meant that we missed a rain shower—a blessing, considering how far the walk home would be. With groceries in tow, five of us headed back to our apartments across the Fuime Arno river and cooked an amazing meal of orchette with sautéed vegetables and cheese, along with a salad, garlic bread, and lots of wine. I chose the menu and cooked most of the food, teaching my new friends how to cut vegetables, wash salad, and make vinaigrette. It was amazing.
            Along the way to the Mercado today, I tasted a sandwich called Il Lampredotto, made of cow stomach. It tasted more like pork than beef to me, and with the texture of a fatty corned beef. It was fun to try such an unusual food. In the Mercado, I wished that I could remember more of the Italian language lesson just an hour earlier. Most of the vendors there did not speak English, but I still got along okay. The rainbows sea of fruits and vegetables was breathtaking. I purchased lacinto kale, cabbage, tomatoes, fennel, and the biggest celery I've ever seen. My roommates, Carolyn and Nicky, bought proscuitto and some cheese and we decided  share everything – tutti. Our little dinner group decided to collectively purchase ingredients to make a family meal of Parmigiana di Melanzane, eggplant parmesan, later in the week. An interesting fact about eggplant parmesan that we learned in class today is that it is not named for the cheese. Sicily, where the dish originates, has its own dialect that is unintelligible from regular Italian. The word 'parmigiana' means 'shutters', and refers to the thin stacks of fried eggplant, which resemble window shutters.
            In class we also learned about the differences  between peasant cuisine and rich cuisine, namely that the wealthier people historically ate more meat, such as Steak Florentine, and the poorer people ate more beans and vegetables. Everyone eats pasta. This sort of "peasant cuisine", making plant-based meals accented by meat and cheese is exactly the type of cooking that I enjoy most. Being in Florence, I do not miss my CSA (community supported agriculture) subscription food share because the food here is just as fresh and organic and wonderful.
            For dinner tonight I cooked my household a light meal of eggplant, garlic, tomatoes, fennel, cabbage and kale braised in white wine with garlic and pepperoncini, topped with Italian canned tuna. We had run out of bread and olive oil but it still tasted wonderful because everything is so fresh. After cleanup and homework, we will go watch the World Cup at the park and eat some gelato.
            Another part of the Florentine culture that I'm surprised to be enjoying so much is all of the walking. We walk everywhere. My apartment is a fourth floor walkup. It is steep. I forgot my pedometer at home in New York, but am sure that we are clocking at least five miles per day, if not more.  Most of my time is spent walking around in transit. The street vendors are annoying and very aggressive here, especially the men selling posters. It makes me laugh that someone would come to the Piazza Santa Croce, where we watched part of a renaissance-era soccer game reenactment yesterday, only to purchase a poster of Marilyn Monroe!
            After my third day here, I am already getting used to this lifestyle and know that I will miss it when I go home in a month.  I'm really grateful for how the program is structured, giving us this introduction to the language and basic culture before going into our subject classes next week. I came here for a class called Food, Culture & Society and it seems like I'm already getting a lot of all three even though it hasn't technically started yet.


Monday, May 31, 2010

Spring 2010 Reflection

My first semester back to school is complete. My Spring 2010 grades are Food/Writing: A, Environmental Ethics: A, Spirit & Nature: A+, Community Organizing: A+. Because I worked so diligently and neurotically, made so many sacrifices in taking care of myself and Kevin, and lost so many hours of sleep, the satisfaction feels a little empty—anything less than perfection would feel like a gross injustice. Maybe the most interesting lesson I’ve learned this semester is to work less.

I began NYC public high school, twenty years ago, in the “Honor’s Academy” at Fort Hamilton in Brooklyn. After the first semester, I realized that the only meaning of this “honor” was that I worked a lot harder for the same piece of paper that non-honors students were getting. What a scam! I was the first ever “Honor’s Academy” student to demote myself. Why didn’t anyone else see the light? My way meant I got to spend more time playing music, hanging out with my friends and working my part-time job as a cashier at Roy Rogers. Music, friends, and free flowing barbeque sauce – what more could a girl ask for?

I was reminded of this bit of ninth grade wisdom when my mentor met with me just before finals, in my sleep deprived, disheveled, and coughing (again) state and suggested that I work less hard next semester. So, along with persuasive writing skills, interfaith perspectives on ecology, environmental ethics and philosophy, and how to organize communities for social change, I will take this with me into the future, which in my case includes 4 weeks of study abroad in Italy, followed by a summer intensive in Statistics, a week on the Erie Canal and then the Fall 2010 semester.

Today we are headed to a friend’s house for a barbeque and I will be making amazing raw chocolate truffles, courtesy of a recipe from my religion professor. Next semester I’m going to aim not for grades but for satisfaction, and a better sense of balance, more love, more cooking, and more fun. My remaining two years of school are going to be more about the journey than the judgment, since we all get that same slice of tree when we are done, anyhow.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

New Food Labeling Considerations (Essay)

Last month, the United States Food and Drug Administration (FDA) posted a request for comments and information regarding food marketing with the intention of revising the current federal guidelines on front-of-pack labeling and nutrition information.  This comes only a few months after a successful California lawsuit over health claims made by Kellogg’s that Cocoa Krispies, a sugary breakfast cereal, would boost immunity in children.  As a consumer, my suggestions include removing outlandish health claims; labeling all transgenic ingredients and GMO’s; simplification and standardization of descriptive language; and adding consumer directed instructions for proper disposal of food and container waste to minimize environmental impacts.

Garrett Hardin wrote the Tragedy of the Commons as a call to action regarding humanity’s “fouling of our own nest.”  The term “commons” refers to a publicly owned resource. As health care costs burden our entire society as a result of the obesity epidemic, the next logical “commons” to consider is our food supply. As the FDA debates what information to include on front-of-label packaging, we should consider the food supply and these products as a part of our commons.  Of course, grocery stores are not a publicly owned resource, but access to proper information should be considered a publicly owned resource, as the product of our publicly owned government which should make laws based on the needs and dictates of the voting public.

New guidelines for food packaging should insist that products containing GMO’s be labeled as such, and that all chemical additives be listed according to their exact name, not under the umbrella of “natural and artificial flavors.”  Genetically engineered plants, and corn in particular, have demonstrated an ability to reduce biodiversity by contaminating nearby non-GMO fields and breeding in GM suicide genes.  Although not perfect, this mutual coercion would prevent the few (shareholders of food companies) from taking advantage of the many (American consumers and taxpayers).

Many of us are unaware of how we are treating nature by purchasing the food that we buy.  When a shopper goes to purchase eggs, for instance, there are conventional varieties, vegetarian-fed, free-range, cage-free, organic, biodynamic, and humane certified.  Most people who can afford to do so, want to purchase the best quality eggs but are confounded by the differences between these many labels.

Perhaps our factory farms are a reflection of our factory society, where we live in boxes, work in boxes, eat processed food from boxes that is cooked in boxes, watch entertainment from boxes, and sleep in boxes!  I propose from this example that the way we treat nature has a direct correlation to the way we treat ourselves, and to evolve past this point in our society, an appropriate first step could be the simplification and standardization of the language used on our food labels so that we are aware of what we are eating and its impact on the environment.

Another question that a conscious consumer might ask is why we label nutrition according only to that which nourishes human beings, since our food pulls from the resources of nature for its production and will have an impact on nature through its disposal.  I would like to  recommend that food labeling include proper instructions for disposal of food and container waste, through composting, repurposing, and recycling.  The front-of-package labeling of environmentally conscious waste disposal would provide an excellent point of education for all consumers.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Positive Side of Industrial Organics

This essay was written for my food class at Baruch, a business college. It was interesting to consider industrial organics in this light, especially since my views tend to be in favor of more participatory modes of food production--regional food systems, farmer cooperatives, CSA's, and food co-ops. Here in NYC, you can buy a container of biodynamic Hawthorne Valley yogurt from the farmer's market for just a few cents more than Stonyfield's organic yogurt. The taste of Hawthorne Valley knocks the socks off anything else, but I also buy Stonyfield when I can't get to the farmer's market because conveniently it is sold in my grocery store.

In his book, Stirring It Up, CE-Yo Gary Hirshberg extols the adoption of sustainable business practices as a financial imperative for doing business successfully in the new era of consumer consciousness. Citing evidence from his yogurt company, Stonyfield Farm, and other “green” businesses, he explains “how to make money and save the world.”

Traditionally, industrial food interests have spent millions of dollars lobbying politicians to maintain weak regulations and standards in the production of food in the United States. In contrast, Hirshberg was one of the instrumental business leaders pushing for more governmental oversight and regulation in the area of organic food. As a result of having significant input into the regulations, his company was ahead of the curve and was ready to comply with the regulations as they were adopted. Through the standardization of organics, Hirshberg pushed for more transparency, an idea that seems antithetical to the rest of the food industry that works so hard to divorce the realities of production from the experiences of consumption.

In terms of consumption, Stonyfield is more concerned with building brand loyalty than maximizing one time purchases of individual products. There is a feeling of authenticity that comes across in Stonyfield marketing that Hirshberg has carefully crafted and shielded from exploitation. Hirshberg has taken care to appeal to the sensibilities and worldview of his consumers in meaningful ways. One such example is printing political messages on the tops of the yogurt containers designed to be mailed to government officials—despite the cost of losing some purchase orders in Washington DC, as a result. Understanding that organic consumers often view food purchasing as an ethical and political act, he has positioned his company as selling a philosophy, not just a product. Industrial food is typically sold to maximize profits, and is traditionally more concerned with getting the highest number of units off the shelves as quickly as possible, with little regard for the consumer’s experience of the product after the purchase.

In their effort to sell the most product at the highest profit, the meat industry has sickened and even killed thousands of consumers. Clearly, industrial meat production has very little invested in the health and well-being of their consumers or the environment. Stonyfield is committed not only to the health of their consumers, but the health of the animals who produce the milk, the farmers who raise the animals, and the earth on which we all sit. Hirshberg has put quality ahead of profits, a business decision that has helped him capture a huge share of the yogurt market in a short amount of time. Rival yogurt company, Dannon, and fellow subsidiary of parent company, Group Danone, had to recall large quantities of its yogurt in 2007 after it was found to contain unsafe levels of dioxins, harmful man-made chemicals with high toxic and carcinogenic potential. Hirshberg has found that consumers respect and respond to companies who take issues of public health and safety seriously, not just as an apologetic afterthought.

With Hirshberg’s background as an environmental educator on a biodynamic farm, regard for closed-loop systems that minimize waste outputs are a central tenet of his business plan. He cites the example of a typical “out of the box” solution to waste that arose when a large batch of yogurt that was found to be of inferior consistency had already been packed and sealed. Instead of shipping the yogurt cups to a landfill, he fed the runny yogurt to a very grateful herd of farm animals who licked every drop clean, yielding a pile of clean cups for recycling. On the other end of the spectrum, consider the way that poultry giants Purdue and Tyson of Delmarva have refused to take responsibility for the agricultural runoff that is the single largest source of pollution in the Chesapeake Bay, and other bodies of water near their CAFOs and factory farms around the country. Hirshberg provides a blueprint for how business can be active in their own environmental waste solutions, and even profit from doing so.

Despite its name, Stonyfield Farm is not an actual farm. The company relies on suppliers and dairy farmers to provide milk and other ingredients which are processed into yogurt. In a wide departure from food-business as usual, Hirshfield insists on paying his suppliers and dairy farmers a living wage. When the company was just beginning to produce organic yogurt, he leveraged the profits from conventional yogurt sales to support the higher expense of producing quality organic yogurt. In a direct sense, Hirshfield was making an investment in his suppliers. Indirectly, he was investing in his customers and their desire for an affordable and organic yogurt. Industrial food systems try to squeeze their suppliers to get raw materials as cheaply as possible in order to maximize profits and lower prices. Whole Foods market has run into this problem, among others, in their sourcing of organic produce from China, and has been accused of using forced labor and farms that were neither certified nor traceable as organic operations.

Corporate consolidation of the organic food industry is laden with many significant problems, namely a loss of the connection between growers and consumers, and the potential for compromised standards as the chain of production elongates. Despite these valid concerns, Hirshberg’s arguments for the graceful integration of sustainable business practices should not be dismissed. This is not the sort of business model that a permaculture farmer such as Joel Salatin of Polyface Farms would likely choose to emulate. Hirshberg does however provide economically practical ideas for how industrial food can become more sustainable, which benefits shareholders, consumers and the environment.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Construction Sight by Diane Kolack

Construction Sight
by Diane Kolack

Jackhammering prayers,
Investing anonymous pieces of self
into the sidewalk.

Sacred cement timecapsules
absorbing the thoughts and conversations
of innocent passersby.

Symphonic subway sounds
smoothly strung with sacred synchronicity.

A city running on revolution
Leaving our mark and marking our leave--
in footsteps, friendships and dreams.

Sensory overload gives momentary voice
to the silent screams of forgotten ground.

And the grace that comes
When all the sounds
disappear.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Street Vendor Hot Dogs

I'm keeping a journal of my experiences while interning as a Community Organizer at the Street Vendor Project, and was thinking the other day about my personal relationship to NYC street vendor food.

I'm a fourth generation native Brooklynite, and the earliest food memory of my entire life is eating hot dogs from a cart with my dad at McKinley Park in Bay Ridge. The twang of the sauerkraut moistened the bun into a soft gluey cradle for the most delicious, salty, spicy boiled hot dog with a mustard blanket. It was special food, not to be confused with anything I might eat at home. And it was "daddy food", a small collection of food that came to my stomach exclusively via my dad that also included sunnyside up "pink" eggs and "protein shakes" made with strawberry ice cream. While these days I'm more likely to buy fruit from a vendor than prepared food, I still eat a hot dog about once a year. Even though I know what’s in them, street vendor hot dogs are food that tastes like memories to me, and no amount of fact-therapy is going to change that.

My dad enjoyed street vendor hot dogs with his father, in the same neighborhood, maybe even on that same street corner. Long before Nathan's was famous, there were German immigrants selling hot dogs all over the city from push carts. Maybe the so-called dirty water in the carts is part of what makes New Yorkers so naturally resilient. There's also implied physical activity to eating street food. You are eating it because you are obviously on the street, not in a car. That implied exercise perhaps absolves street vendor food from ever being labeled as junk food. No matter what you are eating, you are burning calories as you walk away from the cart!

Note: If I've managed to offend any public health or nutrition people, you should know that's why I'm a Food Studies person.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Recipe: Moroccan Millet Burgers



In the photo, these are topped and sandwiched with homemade tapenade. Hummus or ketchup would be equally great.

Ingredients

1/2 cup chopped onion, divided
1 Tbsp olive oil
1 tsp cinnamon
seeds from 5 cardamon pods
1 tsp ground cumin
1 Tbsp fennel seeds
1/4 teaspoon cayenne
1/2 cup millet
1 cup water
1 cup canned kidney beans, rinsed and drained
3/4 cup cashews or walnuts
2 garlic cloves, coarsely chopped
1/2 cup packed beet greens (or spinach), stems removed
3/4 cup cornmeal
1 egg

Preparation

Cook half of onion with 1/4 teaspoon salt, cardamon seeds, cumin, cinnamon, fennel and cayenne in oil in a small heavy saucepan over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until golden, 5 to 7 minutes. Add millet and water and cook, covered, over low heat until water is absorbed, 15 to 18 minutes. Transfer to a bowl and stir in beans.

Pulse millet mixture, nuts, garlic, greens, cumin, cayenne, a rounded 1/4 tsp salt, 1/2 teaspoon pepper, and remaining onion in a food processor until finely chopped. Before you add the egg, taste it and see how you like it. Add some hot sauce or more spices if you want. Add egg and cornmeal and mix until combined. If it’s too wet, add more cornmeal, a little at a time.

Form rounded 1/2 cups of mixture into 4 (3 1/2-inch-diameter) patties. Chill at least 10 minutes. This will help them stick together better. You can spray each patty with a canola oil or olive oil spray before putting them in the pan. This will give even browning.

Heat 1 tablespoon oil in a 12-inch heavy skillet over medium heat until it shimmers, then cook patties, carefully turning once, until golden brown, about 6 minutes on each side.

Makes about 10 patties (serves 5 people, or 2 with delicious leftovers)

Monday, February 1, 2010

On Composting

I love living with and around green things, and consider myself fortunate to be married to a man who can take care of houseplants, among other talents. Perhaps the dancing Shiva that he gave me for Christmas one year was a token of his acceptance that I am much more accomplished at change in the form of death and destruction. Enter composting, which is lowest common denominator gardening (for people who kill houseplants).

I have helped organize about thirty households around what and how to compost at our small community site. It’s been a beautiful experience to work together, “growing” our garbage from trash to usable soil. Over the past two years, our small program has probably diverted about 7 tons of organic matter from landfills.

My experience with our compost program represents a turning point in my life-—a point where my sense of place in the natural world grew beyond the mere consumption of locally grown CSA produce into the satisfaction of participating in the cycle of life, from birth to rebirth, through food. I may never live on a farm or even be able to cultivate houseplants, but I know that I can make a positive impact on the natural world in this way.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Welcome to the Class of 2012, I think...

Today was my first day back to school as a full-time adult student. I was surprised how young the other students seem to be. Actually, I was surprised at how old I felt next to them!

The English/Food Writing class that I had at Baruch today is what drew me back into school in the first place. I was considering taking a Gotham Writers Workshop class and got the idea to check CUNY first, since I needed credits toward my incomplete degree anyway and I figured financial aid would likely cover the cost. I found this particular class via a Google search and felt really encouraged to see what else was out there in the world of accessible academia.

I’m in a special program called the CUNY Baccalaureate for Unique and Interdisciplinary Studies which allows me to be more independent than a traditional student. I can take classes at any CUNY campus in the entire city, and with the help of my mentor, the requirements for my major are self-selected. My concentration is Sustainable Food Studies. This makes sense since I already spend most of my free time working on or reading about food related stuff, cooking and eating. This is what my Spring semester looks like: English/Food Writing; Environmental Ethics; Community Organizing; Video Production; and a Religion class that covers food traditions.