This seems to be the week for unreasonable rants. The response I’ve gotten thus far to my tirade that mint chocolate chip ice cream should be white and pumpkin flavored things shouldn’t appear until October is a resounding “Who cares?”
It’s true, a bunch of you did weigh in on the green vs. white mint chip debate. And I really appreciated hearing more voices on the subject.
The answer, of course, to the above question is, “I care.” I do. Perhaps I spend too much time thinking about food. Heck, who am I kidding. I absolutely spend too much time thinking about food. Take fresh herbs for example. There is no reason to pit them against each other and suggest that parsley is better than dill. Each has its strength and role in the kitchen.
But parsley is totally better than dill. And dill, actually, is kinda disgusting.
Last night I was up late watching live streaming reports from Ferguson. Again. This has to stop.
So today, you just get a tired rant. A short tired rant. But a tired rant nonetheless. Because it’s August dammit. Peaches are in season. I expect to get corn and tomatoes from the CSA at the pickup this afternoon. Sure, the weather may be getting cooler. If you look really closely, you can see a few leaves starting to lose their verdant hue.
Wednesday, it’s supposed to reach a high of 84 in Albany. That’s not fall. That’s still summer. Late summer, sure. But summer is summer.
I can understand why someone might want to get a jump on spring. Spring is the light at the end of the long tunnel of winter. Fall is lovely. It is. It’s actually my favorite of the seasons. But I would never try to short change summer for autumn.
Still, every year around this time, I’m surprised to see those who feel differently.
Homemade hard ice cream can be spotty, as we learned on tour a couple summers ago. Still, I’m a sucker for any ice cream parlor that puts in the work to make their product in house. The only problem is, that I know all too well, one has to try a wide cross section of flavors in order to suss out the winners from the losers.
You can check out the results from the Tour de Homemade Hard Ice Cream for more on that.
This past weekend, while in New Hampshire for a wedding, the hotel had a homemade hard ice cream stand on the property. In an effort to try a cross section of flavors, we ate there four times in three days. In fact, we were their last customers on Saturday night (begging them to sell us ice cream after closing). Then, on Sunday we were the first customers of the day, counting down the minutes to their one o’clock opening.
One part of our hunt for their best ice cream flavor was talking to other wedding guests about their experience with the local ice cream stand. Everyone had their favorite: Maple walnut, black raspberry, unbaked (cake batter ice cream with cookie dough chunks), chocolate, and mint chip were mentioned several times.
Of all those options, I was probably the most upset by the mint chip. And I was surprised to find such a strong backlash to my stance on this beloved flavor.
The car still has New Jersey plates. I still have my New Jersey drivers license. So, it probably isn’t that strange that I still feel at home in New Jersey. While I didn’t make it all the way down to Princeton, Young Master Fussy and I had some business to take care of just outside Newark.
Had it been Little Miss Fussy, we would have most certainly made a side trip to Pizza Town USA. But the boy isn’t so into pizza. He likes hot dogs. With ketchup. As it turns out, in New Jersey people are fine with ketchup on hot dogs. Saltpepperketchup is pretty much the official condiment of the state. How people can do that to something like pork roll, I’ll never understand.
But I digress.
Instead of trying out one of the countless places in New Jersey for hot dogs that we never had a chance to visit during our year in the Garden State, we selected an old favorite. In part because the weather is still nice, and it’s close to a fantastic summer-only dessert spot. Should you ever find yourself flying out of Newark airport, or even if you have a significant layover, don’t miss these two stops.
Once upon a time there was a chef and a writer who met for coffee. The chef wanted to write about local food but didn’t quite have the time. The writer saw an opportunity to get closer to a group of chefs who shared the same desire to highlight locally raised food in a region where that kind of thing was still a pretty novel idea.
That was how I joined up with the Chefs Consortium. Periodically, chef Noah and I would meet for coffee. Naturally, we’d chat about whatever food issues were on our mind at the moment. And before heading our separate ways, he’d hand off a bunch of local foods he thought I’d find interesting.
My job was to take these foods home, photograph them, and write about the ones that I thought had the most merit. It was a fabulous gig and it exposed me to locally produced delicacies that were entirely off my radar. Maybe I would have found them eventually, but it would have taken eyears.
Then I moved to New Jersey.
While I’ve yet to fully reconnect with the group, I’ve stayed in touch. And at least on paper, I’m still a part of the gang. It’s a great group. And they are getting fired up.
Cooking is cleaning. I have no idea who said that, but it wasn’t me. Someone also told me once that cheesemaking is cleaning as well. The point is that making food is a messy enterprise, and it’s important to clean up after yourself. If you don’t, some might say you aren’t cooking at all. Instead, they would dismiss your efforts as simply having made a mess with food.
The best approach to this is cooking clean. The clean as you go technique may take a bit more time and care up front, but it saves you from that dreaded pile of dishes, utensils, cookware, measuring devices, and trash that can collect over the course of meal preparation.
Watching someone cook clean is really inspiring. The first time I ever witnessed such a thing was in college. Her name was Keiko, and at the time her cooking skills seemed mind blowing.
I’ve gotten much better at this over the years. There’s the old kitchen motto, if there’s time to lean, there’s time to clean. But sometimes it just doesn’t work out. For me, that was last night. And it gives me a tremendous amount of sympathy for those who say that cooking meals at home is too time consuming. Even recipes that don’t require a lot of active time can still have a crushing amount of clean-up.
Really, I just took on far too big of a project for a weekday.
What is a daily food blog supposed to do when confronted with the devastating realities of the world? Last night I was up far too late transfixed to the Twitter feed of the events unfolding in Ferguson, MO while it seemed much of the media preempted the protests and shockingly militarized police presence for the untimely death of a beloved actor and comedian.
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed Robin Williams work as much as the next guy. And both suicide and depression are two issues that hit very close to home. I think it’s important for people to be reminded to seek help for mental health disorders, without shame or judgement.
But there also seems to be an epidemic of unarmed black men being killed by police. Eric Garner was choked to death after selling loose cigarettes in New York on July 17. John Crawford was killed by police in an Ohio Walmart after being spotted walking around with a “toy gun” on August 5. Most recently, Michael Brown was shot on August 8 for walking in the middle of the road in Ferguson, Missouri.
Yes, there were a few people who took advantage of the unrest, anger and confusion who used the most recent tragedy as an excuse to burn and rob. But by and large, the protests were peaceful. Which I have to say is kind of remarkable given that the police found a way to escalate the situation by rolling in a tank, launching tear gas, kicking out journalists, and using rubber bullets and beanbag rounds to disperse the crowd.
There is only one thing I can possibly think to write in a situation like this.