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Sunday, December 09, 2012

Chappy Chanukah
Posted by Jill | 1:34 PM




Lewis Black had it right; that great untold deprivation that is the Jewish December. Oh sure, retailers have elevated a relatively minor Jewish festival into some kind of separate-but-equal Christmas in order to bring in some of that fabled Jewish money. But no matter how hard some intrepid souls try to turn dreidel into a hip bar sport:



...it's still, as Lewis Black says, just a top. I mean, when was the last time you decided to spend a fun evening at a Jewish pub? And what would you drink there, Manischewitz instead of Smithwicks? Slivovitz? Nothing says Fun Times quite like plum brandy, right? I mean seriously...these are people who for thousands of years have differentiated themselves from those shikker goyin to the point of writing a song about it, you think now we're going to start opening pubs so young hipsters can play competitive dreidel? I hardly think so.

I've been feeling very Jewish this last week. It's not that I've suddenly found religion. It's more that I work in a very diverse workplace, and for our annual holiday potluck this year, we've been instructed to bring in a dish representing our heritage. I like this potluck, it's sort of like being able to cook for a party without having to clean up. So it's a time when I like to actually cook, since I usually get home so late that cooking is out of the question during the week. Usually the potluck means lots of wonderful Indian, Chinese and Italian food, and until now I always brought my Famous Secret Chili, from a recipe given me by -- you guessed it -- a Jewish guy. It's got ground beef, sweet Italian sausage, three kinds of beans, and the secret ingredient -- barbecue sauce. It's always a big hit. But this year I'm determined to do the heritage thing.

The problem is that almost every food from my "culture" is disgusting.

Now when you think Chanukah, you think latkes. How can you go wrong with fried potatoes and onions? Well, you're going to be up at 4 AM frying them, and then they're going to sit around for about five hours until lunchtime, because I don't have access at work to an oven. So scratch the latkes. What about brisket? Brisket is traditional at Chanukah, and very easy to make. Well, I nearly had a coronary after seeing the price tag on enough brisket for perhaps 40 people to have a taste. So scratch the brisket.

So what do you really have, when almost everything else is some shade of brownish-gray. We Jews seem to be famous for pallid food: Gefilte fish. Chopped liver. Kashe varnishkes. Cholent. (Yeah, I know, but that was the site with the best photos. Go figure.) Even when we HAVE food with some color, it tends to be something like borscht. I'm not even going to describe what THAT looks like, other than if you've ever watched a vampire get staked on True Blood, well, yeah, it's kind of like that.

But no -- no crispy samosas or lemon jasmine rice or chicken curry or chana masala or potstickers come out of MY culture. No wonder we tend to be neurotic and depressed. Look at what my people have eaten over the centuries!

So in an effort to try and find something that people would eat, I started perusing web sites, where most of the Jewish recipes are on web sites NOT run by Jews, for some reason. I had thought of a noodle kugel, but I remember when I was a kid, the cognitive dissonance of "noodle" and "sweet" just didn't work for me. So I asked a few selected people, including my Unofficial Office Son, who happens to be an Indian Muslim, and even HE said it sounded strange. One of my sister's friends suggested I go Sephardic on their asses, which opened the door to far more appetizing stuff than the gray foods of the Ashkenazim.

Finally I decided on a carrot tzimmes and karnatzlach, which is something I'd never heard of until now. I knew about carrot tzimmes, and since it's essentially a honey-glazed carrot-sweet potato dish with raisins, I figured it would be pretty, seasonal, and loaded with beta-carotene to boot. Plus, I like to say "tzimmes." Tzimmes is traditionally a Rosh Hashanah dish because it's about a sweet New Year, but since I'm nonreligious and don't live according to the lunar calendar, it fits just fine. Or whatever. The karnatzlach is Roumanian; it's essentially ground meat and garlic rolled into long sausages. The key there is to not make them look like something else that's long and brown, and that's what the parsley and shredded carrot garnish is going to be for.

So long around Tuesday, after a hard day's work, you'll find me in the kitchen, wondering why the hell I offered to do this.

To all of my M.O.T.'s, Happy Chanukah to you, and eat a latke for me.

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Thursday, November 24, 2011

Only America would have a holiday the point of which is gluttony...
Posted by Jill | 8:56 AM


...followed by an orgy of consumerism. Is there anything more American than that?

Because Mr. Brilliant has no family and I have none living close by, Thanksgiving is a quiet affair here at Casa la Brilliant. When Mr. B's father was alive, I once did a big Thanksgiving dinner for the three of us, with fresh fruit, handmade ravioli with vodka sauce (neither of them handmade by me), turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, and something for dessert that I don't remember. Then we started just going out to eat on Thanksgiving.

I grew up with the doctrine that eating out on Thanksgiving is depressing, so my mother made a turkey every year, or else we went to the home of one of her friends. But in recent years, I've discovered the pleasure of letting someone you don't know do the cooking. The last few years we've gone to the Thanksgiving Brunch at the Short Hills Hilton. This is pricey, but they do a lovely buffet spread (which Mr. B. likes for its variety) with unlimited champagne or mimosas. If you're a big eater, you can start at the omelet station for eggs, bacon, and sausage and then move on to trips for appetizers and hot food. If you're more like me and always find today to be a minefield, you case the joint first looking for what's OK to eat and then take a little of the things that looks good and also look like they won't have you in the cardiac ward of St. Barnabas on the way home. They do some lovely salads, and have great smoked whitefish, and then I tend to lean towards things like ale-braised shortribs and orichiette with broccoli rabe and sausage and maple-glazed carrots. After 56 Thanksgivings and the advent of Trader Joe's sliced turkey and frozen mashed potato discs making it possible for even non-cooks like Mr. B. to prepare a turkey dinner any night of the week, the whole "traditional" Thanksgiving dinner seems kind of ho-hum.

For me, the worst part of Thanksgiving is the pitying looks that colleagues give you when you say that it's just going to be dinner for two on Thanksgiving. It makes me understand in a far lesser degree what my colleague who recently underwent treatmet for breast cancer described as "That Look". If I had family close by, I'd be there for Thanksgiving. But I don't, and Mr. B. doesn't, and sucking down unlimited champagne and eating pears poached in port wine with goat cheese is a pretty damn pleasant alternative. It's my one concession to consumerism over the Thanksgiving weekend, since I have zero intention of going anywhere near a store this weekend, unless it's to Trader Joe's to buy that big tray of sliced turkey breast and stuffing just so we can say we have turkey leftovers to eat while we watch the increasingly bad New York football teams play.

This year in Blogtopia (™ Skippy), we are highly amused at Pat Robertson's bafflement about whether mac and cheese is "a black thing":



I realize that Thanksgiving is supposed to be about the Potatoes Mashed and Sweet, but for my money, if you're going to eat a high-fat, high-glycemic index food on Thanksgiving, which is all about comfort food, why NOT macaroni and cheese?

I realize that to admit a fondness for macaroni and cheese at my advanced age is akin to confessing to still liking Smarties (which I do) when you are above the age of ten, but we all have guilty pleasures, and that one is mine. And I'm not alone.

You can pretend you aren't making comfort food by coming up with recipes like Rustic Fried Sage and Chicken Apple Sausage Mac n Cheese with Autumn Chutney, and Wild Mushroom and Grana Padano Macaroni and Cheese, but we know the truth.

I mean seriously. Grana Padano mac 'n' cheese? "Autumn chutney"?

I've made passable mac 'n' cheese using cheddar, but it can be difficult to get the sauce consistency just right. Cheddar mac can be a bit grainy. Ken Johnson of Amarillo Grilling says his secret is French butter, though I suspect that the four kinds of cheese he uses for his amazing rendition of this dish has something to do with it, because his macaroni and cheese leaves no pools of separated grease on your plate, but is just forkfuls of rich, creamy, cheesy, crunchy heaven.

Here are some other recipes that look worth trying if you're inclined towards an early death because there won't be any Social Security by the time you hit age 66:

Are you going to argue with Paula Deen's Creamy Macaroni and Cheese? I'm not.

Likewise for Smack Yo' Mama Macaroni and Cheese.

Soul Food Macaroni and Chees uses the entire cheese counter at Fairway, but it does have Velveeta in it, so i'll forgive that something called Soul Food Macaroni and Cheese is on a web site called Epicurious.

If you like a little heat with your mac, try this recipe from Lynne's Country Kitchen (even if "Lynne's Country Kitchen" sounds like it should be featured in the next Blues Brothers movie: Blues Brothers 2012: Whatever DID Happen To Jonny Lang Anyway?).

Admit it. You now want macaroni and cheese today.

Have a great day, everyone. And go the fuck to sleep tonight. The tchotchkes will still be in the stores tomorrow.

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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Another reason to pick up a pint or twelve of Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream
Posted by Jill | 9:50 PM
Ben and Jerry's Board of Directors issues a statement in support of Occupy Wall Street:
We, the Ben & Jerry’s Board of Directors, compelled by our personal convictions and our Company’s mission and values, wish to express our deepest admiration to all of you who have initiated the non-violent Occupy Wall Street Movement and to those around the country who have joined in solidarity. The issues raised are of fundamental importance to all of us. These include:


•The inequity that exists between classes in our country is simply immoral.
•We are in an unemployment crisis. Almost 14 million people are unemployed. Nearly 20% of African American men are unemployed. Over 25% of our nation’s youth are unemployed.
•Many workers who have jobs have to work 2 or 3 of them just to scrape by.
•Higher education is almost impossible to obtain without going deeply in debt.
•Corporations are permitted to spend unlimited resources to influence elections while stockpiling a trillion dollars rather than hiring people.

We know the media will either ignore you or frame the issue as to who may be getting pepper sprayed rather than addressing the despair and hardships borne by so many, or accurately conveying what this movement is about. All this goes on while corporate profits continue to soar and millionaires whine about paying a bit more in taxes. And we have not even mentioned the environment.

We know that words are relatively easy but we wanted to act quickly to demonstrate our support. As a board and as a company we have actively been involved with these issues for years but your efforts have put them out front in a way we have not been able to do. We have provided support to citizens’ efforts to rein in corporate money in politics, we pay a livable wage to our employees, we directly support family farms and we are working to source fairly traded ingredients for all our products. But we realize that Occupy Wall Street is calling for systemic change. We support this call to action and are honored to join you in this call to take back our nation and democracy.

— Ben & Jerry’s Board of Directors


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Monday, February 21, 2011

The Greatest Pizzeria in the History of Pizza
Posted by Jill | 8:29 AM
For the edification of those not from New Jersey: Here in the Garden State, we take our pizza seriously. This state, which IS the home of The Sopranos, may be the pizza capital of the world. I don't know how we do it, but this state manages to have a pizzeria on practically every corner. My town is an exception, but that's only because our "downtown" consists of a 1/3-empty strip mall where the local pizza guy packed up and left to go to upstate New York only because the rent was too damn high.

Just an example: In Westwood, New Jersey, within a two-block radius, you have Lisa's Pizza, Pompilio's, and Tony D's. A new pizzeria just opened nearby. For a while last summer, you could have started with a thin-crust pie at the Mountain House (now closed), crossed the street for ta cheesy slice at Tony D's, then crossed a parking lot to Banchetto Feast for an individual gourmet pie. And that's without even going to that 2-block radius. Go up the main drag to Hillsdale, and you have even more.

It's fun to poke fun at places real and imagined that think they know how to make pizza, which here in New Jersey means any place outside the New York metropolitan area. I've had Chapel Hill pizza, for example, and while it's passable pizza, it lacks the chewiness of crust that gives real Sopranos-country pizza its, well, pizza-ness.

But today I'm announcing that the greatest pizzeria in the history of pizza is located in Madison, Wisconsin (via Yellow Dog):

People have been calling in pizza orders to Ian's on State St all week from the around the country to have them delivered to protesters in the the Capitol rotunda. Today, it reached critical mass. I read this from a local Facebook friend (who I also saw today at the Square):

"Ian's Pizza on State has shut down operations to the public and is now only taking donation orders for pizza's for the protesters. They have received pizza order donations from across the US, Eygpt, Europe - all around the world - to support the protesters. Unbelievable!"

They apparently already have enough orders to deliver to the Rotunda to keep them busy all night. Keep in mind that this is a Saturday night, already one of their busiest.

Via, via, via a bunch of people here in Madison.

If you want to support the efforts of Ian's Pizza to keep those fighting for workers fed, read here, then pick up addresses for sending checks here follow the instructions here.

Seriously, dude...Mac and cheese pizza? Really?

UPDATE: More....

And the Facebook page...

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Sunday, January 02, 2011

Nothing is the new something.
Posted by Jill | 1:16 PM
It's only January 2, and already I'm sick of hearing that something is the new something else. I realize that this is snark (sort of) but still....yeesh:
Every year, I predict the death of the cupcake. I'm always wrong.

But this year, they'll have real competition from the humble pie. Trend-spotters are calling pie the food of the year. Texas and New York restaurants offer pie happy hours. Pies are showing up at weddings, and pie shops are opening in a neighborhood near you. Pies come in sweet and savory, maxi and mini, deep dish and deep-fried.

If pies are the new cupcakes, New York Magazine says, vegetables are the new meat.

No more the supporting actors. Vegetables are stars. Remember food guru Michael Pollan's mantra? "Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants." It's getting some serious traction.

And when Mario Batali — the prince of pork — embraces meatless Mondays, you know the times they are a-changing.

One of the most glam vegetables will be kale. Look for the frilly bouquet of slightly bitter, dark greens both cooked and raw in a salad.

Root vegetables, meanwhile, are the new heirlooms. These gnarled vegetables such as salsify, Jerusalem artichokes and celery root are about to step onto the food fashion runway.

Child nutrition is definitely on the national radar screen. Childhood obesity has been called the new tobacco. We'll see top chefs in school cafeterias and more healthful choices on kids' menus in restaurants.

At the same time, junk food is going upscale. I have reports of foie gras wrapped in cotton candy and restaurant-made Cheeto-like snacks.

After years of gourmet hamburgers, hot dogs may be the new popular kids. They're moving from street carts to brick-and-mortar buildings. Watch for them on your block.


On the other hand, pie.

Especially the apple pie from Fairway.

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Sunday, June 06, 2010

Can we please stop putting people into food boxes?
Posted by Jill | 8:29 AM
Amanda blogged the other day about a University of Washington study showing that people who shop at low-end supermarkets tend to be more obese than those who shop at high-end markets like Whole Foods.

There's this thing going on in the progressive blogosphere, where we think about things like this, that the quality of what people eat is solely based on socioeconomic status, and that because we are good little progressives who go to gyms and read labels and go to local farmers' markets, and walk to the market that's a mile away to get a half-gallon of organic instead of getting into the car. We want to fight the good fight about getting things like fresh produce into low-income neighborhoods. All these are worthy things to do and worthy goals, but while embarking on a quest to make the perfect loaf of bread might make good fodder for a book, how many of us, even at higher income levels, have time for this?

One of the things that grieves me about the schedule I currently keep is that I feel sometimes as if I don't even know how to cook anymore. It isn't that I don't like to cook; I enjoy cooking. I'm a good cook. But when I'm up at 5 AM, out the door by 7:15 at the latest, and don't get home till 7 PM most nights, who the heck has time?

Mr. Brilliant and I eat dinner together most nights. It's important, I think, that we do this, because we really don't get much time together during the week. Just because we don't have kids doesn't mean that "together-time" isn't important. It would be very easy to tell him to just get lunch instead (since he tends to only eat once a day) and I'll get one of the healthy options at the company cafeteria, and the hell with it. Mr. B isn't a cook. He doesn't much like to cook. But because he gets home much earlier than I do, the cooking, such as it is, falls into his lap. He can grill things, and saute some frozen green beans in garlic, and make pasta with meat sauce. I taught him how to halve a pint of grape tomatoes, saute them in garlic, toss in some frozen chopped spinach and a splash of white wine and serve it over some packaged tortellini. But frankly, for the most part, Trader Joe's has really saved us on weeknights. The problem is, it gets a bit dull after a while. And while Trader Joe's food may be less processed than some others, it's still packaged food. It's multigrain pilaf in a pouch and pre-sliced roast real turkey with gravy and mashed potatoes with the aforementioned green beans; it's their pork roast florentine and prepackaged salads. So while it's better than eating Kraft macaroni and yellow powder and chicken nuggets and frozen non-food, it's still not something you made fresh.

On weekends we usually go out, so that we both get some time off. And again, it's being able to sit at a table together and chat and enjoy a meal. Sometimes on a nice evening we get takeout from the Greek place or thin-crust pizza and go sit in the park. Or we go here, where the we get plates of whole wheat linguini with chicken, broccoli rabe and fresh tomato. Or any of a number of places. The biggest minefield is the Tom Sawyer Diner, about which I've written before, which has amazingly good food, but if you stray from the salads, the excellent chicken souvlaki, or the surprisingly fresh and well-prepared seafood, you're likely to end up with something like the "Tom's Mex", which is a 15" plate piled with chili & cheese nachos, slices of chorizo, taquitos filled with con queso, 4 grilled shrimp, cheese quesadilla wedges, and for some strange reason, nuggets of what appear to be breaded fried macaroni and cheese. It's a heart attack on a plate, even if a well-prepared one.

So I navigate these places, choosing the fish and the whole wheat pasta and the bifteki, which is less meat than the gyro, and the veggie pizza. But it's still not the quinoa salad with organic arugula and fresh bell pepper that I might make if I had the time and if I didn't feel that on the weekends I just want to clean my house and otherwise slack off.

So where I'm going with all this, is that Amanda makes the point that cooking is often time-consuming, requires advance thought, and is difficult for some people -- even those who are not low income, to plan and prepare fresh meals week in and week out for twenty or thirty or so years. I'd love to clip recipes and sit with the grocery circulars and plan meals for seven days a week and lovingly prepare them at my leisure. But when you're in the kitchen at 8:30 at night chopping carrots and onions so that you can throw it in the crockpot inthe morning before you leave at 6:15 AM for a 7 AM conference call, you're going to start answering the siren song of Trader Joe and Tom Sawyer ever-more-frequently.

While it's all well and good to have the goal of eating locally where possible, and providing access to better-quality food for low income neighborhoods, we also have to look at the high-stress lives of most Americans. Either we are working ourselves to death in jobs we already have, sometimes multiples of them, or we are out of work and have gnawing terror of the future. Either way, we're not not making the quinoa salad.

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Thursday, December 31, 2009

Blogrolling in our time
Posted by Jill | 9:32 AM
As part of our blogroll retooling, say hello to our first new blogrollee, Jersey Pie. This one's under the Brilliant New Jersey Blogs category, though if there was a category for food, it would be there too. And since Mr. Brilliant and I are going to have a late New Year's Eve lunch at the Best Damn Friggin Diner in Bergen County today, one that defies all diner stereotypes, I think I may just try a piece of their cherry pie today.

UPDATE: I can concur with Jersey Pie, the Tom Sawyer does serve up some damn fine cherry pie. Their "actual food" (as opposed to the standard burgers-and-sandwiches we expect a good diner to dish up) is quite good too.

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Saturday, July 04, 2009

Million Can March! Yes We Can Fight Hunger This Summer!
Posted by Melina | 11:50 AM






Our good friends Bluegal and Battachio gave us the heads up on this great idea for July 4th! Considering that its a day that we tend to gorge ourselves on the grilled foods of summer, we might want to think about the growing numbers of those less fortunate than us, and grab some cans from the shelf and whatever else (as specified here,)grab the kids, jump in the car, and head on over to the food bank.
They need disposable diapers and dry drink mixes, cans/jars of food, and shelf stable staples. Be sure to check Blue Gal's post on C&L, which serves as a central point for the links for this thing, and grab the food bank locator on your way out, so that you can see if your food bank is opened today or tomorrow. Any day will do; if you've been to any of the foodbanks in your area you will see that the shelves are always low these days. I can say that with confidence, regardless of where you live, they need help this year!

State Representative Cynthia Davis may be sure that giving food to children demotivates them, but I can say from personal experience, and scientists will back me up on this, kids ,(and adults for that matter,) cant function, learn, or become members of our society fully if they don't get proper nutrition.

I hate to even mention the craziness of it all, but this Million Can March is sort of in response to some teabagging parties this weekend that are...I dunno...protesting taxes?...because the richest of us have somehow worked harder and deserve a few thousand dollars more per year regardless of the hungry kids that they are stepping over on their way to their BBQ?...
Somehow, the democratic ideal of America where everyone is represented, became the capitalistic ideal of America where luck and hard work both play equal parts. Even in a perfect world, who among us would take our own good fortune and call it just hard work, and let others go hungry or without medical care?
There are people out there who have a point of view which is summed up as pretty much as "tough luck, I worked harder, I got here first," ideal. Its easy to live in your bubble, as long as you're driving by it in an SUV, but the problems out there have come home to roost as we inch towards 10% unemployment! And yes we do have to spend more money in order to fix this!

Its time for each of us to realize that the "go shopping" days are over and that we all have to make sacrifices for the good of society as a whole. Its time to pay for the fantasy that we have been living for the past 8 years, and that doesn't mean stuffing your cash in your mattress!! It means doing what you can on the ground while he new administration tries to right this listing ship. Did you hear what I said? We have to spend more money as a society in order to correct our course....the outrage at the government's infrastructure spending is really sweet. We spent for the war(s) and we will continue to spend on that...and if investment in our own country now will help us in creating jobs and getting some money flowing through the system, then I am all for it!

Happy 4th of July you patriots!...Just don't blow your own face off with the fireworks!

c/p RIP Coco

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Blogging from Cologne: Istanbul Kebap House
Posted by Jill | 2:05 PM


Today was my first day in Cologne as a commuter. In Germany, the trains not only run on time, but they are immaculate. My colleague helped me obtain a week pass from the machine, after which you have to get a card with your name and address on it. Supposedly it's in case you drop or lose your ticket, but it has a peculiar "Where are your papers?" quality to it, until I think about how nice it would be to get my ticket back if I DO lose it. The 8:37 AM train was right on time. The S-line has two classes of accommodation -- first and second. You board the car with the class associated with your ticket -- and no one checks it -- most of the time. But if they do a spot check and you have a second class ticket in a first class car, I don't know if you have to pay the difference or just pay a fine, but nobody does it.

There's something to be said about a society this orderly. We all know what happens when lust for order falls into the wrong hands, but while there are a few homeless people, and a fair amount of public drunkenness, the streets of Cologne are clean, the tracks and station platforms are clean, and the trains are immaculate. The closest thing to disorderliness you see on the train other than a few drunks is graffiti on the railroad crossings.

I didn't get back to Cologne tilll 7:30 PM today after a long day at the office. The Hauptbahnhof has a mammoth food court, with the Americans lined up at Burger King and the Germans picking up sandwiches that look great until you realize that it's all lettuce and käse and some of the most mammoth pastries you will ever see. After perusing the food court for a while with every intention of trying some of the local takeout food, I ended up once again at the Istanbul Pizzeria Kebaphause. If you're ever in Cologne and you're near the Dom, stop by and tell the guys that the short middle-aged lady who can't speak German sent you. I may be ruining things for my co-workers who can sit in a nice restaurant till 10 PM and wake up fresh as a daisy the next day, but tonight there was nothing I wanted more than grilled meat, tzatziki, salad, and feta cheese on flatbread. As I write this, I'm finishing up a #27 Dönerteller, which is doner kebab (gyro), tzatziki, feta, salad, and a kind of mild sauerkraut in a pocket bread that actually holds up to all of this. Take your fine dining, I'll take one of these bad boys (™ Guy Fieri) for four euros any day of the week.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Now here's an idea I can get with
Posted by Jill | 9:18 AM
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Yes we have no bananas
Posted by Jill | 7:03 AM




The banana is probably nature's perfect food. It's nutrient-rich, filling, satisfying, and comes in its own biodegradable package. It's also one of the cheapest fruits around, averaging here in New Jersey at around 69 cents a pound -- 33 cents when they go on sale. But now it appears that the banana may soon go the way of cheap gasoline, college for everyone, progressive talk radio in New York, the New York Mets as an organization with any class at all, Gold Rush Gum, and penny candy:

The banana is a living organism. It can get sick, and since bananas all come from the same gene pool, a virulent enough malady could wipe out the world’s commercial banana crop in a matter of years.

This has happened before. Our great-grandparents grew up eating not the Cavendish but the Gros Michel banana, a variety that everyone agreed was tastier. But starting in the early 1900s, banana plantations were invaded by a fungus called Panama disease and vanished one by one. Forest would be cleared for new banana fields, and healthy fruit would grow there for a while, but eventually succumb.

By 1960, the Gros Michel was essentially extinct and the banana industry nearly bankrupt. It was saved at the last minute by the Cavendish, a Chinese variety that had been considered something close to junk: inferior in taste, easy to bruise (and therefore hard to ship) and too small to appeal to consumers. But it did resist the blight.

Over the past decade, however, a new, more virulent strain of Panama disease has begun to spread across the world, and this time the Cavendish is not immune. The fungus is expected to reach Latin America in 5 to 10 years, maybe 20. The big banana companies have been slow to finance efforts to find either a cure for the fungus or a banana that resists it. Nor has enough been done to aid efforts to diversify the world’s banana crop by preserving little-known varieties of the fruit that grow in Africa and Asia.

In recent years, American consumers have begun seeing the benefits — to health, to the economy and to the environment — of buying foods that are grown close to our homes. Getting used to life without bananas will take some adjustment. What other fruit can you slice onto your breakfast cereal?

But bananas have always been an emblem of a long-distance food chain. Perhaps it’s time we recognize bananas for what they are: an exotic fruit that, some day soon, may slip beyond our reach.

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Sunday, June 15, 2008

Sunday Diner Blogging
Posted by Jill | 8:24 AM
Last night, with the weather looking threatening, Mr. Brilliant and I changed our plans to have his delayed birthday celebration dinner at the Porter House, an Irish pub that has the nicest outdoor seating in Bergen County, and go to Jack's Cafe instead.

Jack's is an interesting place. It's an old railroad car-style diner that's had trouble keeping a tenant for as long as we've lived in the area. It was a well-reviewed breakfast-and-lunch place called Susan's for a while, and a Chock Full O'Nuts (yes, really) for a while, and now it's Jack's Cafe.

Bergen County restaurants have a very personal relationship with their customers, and for all that there's often high turnover, loyalty runs deep. If a chef goes to another restaurant, the clientele often follows. If a place has been there for decades, and a competing place opens up, the original usually wins that battle. For example, if you opened a thin-crust pizza bar on Franklin Turnpike in Mahwah, you'd be going up against the venerable Kinchley's, and it wouldn't matter how good your pizza was, you would get your ass kicked. Because you don't mess with the Kinchley's. The comings and goings of northern New Jersey restaurants are chronicled in Second Helpings, the food blog of the Bergen Record newspaper.

Chris D'Eletto used to own the adorable Backstreet Cafe, a little place hidden away on a side street in Westwood, NJ now doing business as the Harmony Tea Room. Backstreet had a small-but-loyal clientele that was ready and waiting for D'Eletto to open up again, this time in a more prime location. Jack's is kind of an acquired taste, because two people can easily rack up a $100 check, which seems like a lot in a place that still looks like a diner and where your food is served by a kid in a T-shirt. But the food is fantastic, and the homemade desserts LOOK fantastic, though after a half-plate of blackened tilapia over sesame noodles with steamed vegetables (Mr. B. ate the other half, since it was far too much for me), the thought of homemade carrot cake, or apple pie, or strawberry cheesecake, was more than I could handle.

That Jack's seems to be succeeding may be as much due to the New Jersey fondness for diners as it is to the food. Diners have always fascinated me, mostly because I wonder how any eatery can possibly dish up as many different things as you can get in a diner. Of course, most diners don't do anything other than breakfast particularly well, but the good ones do a decent, reliable burger or sandwich or danish-and-coffee. There are exceptions, such as the State Line Family Restaurant in Tappan, New York, which is the rare case of a diner with upscale pretentions that appears to be owned by Latinos instead of Greeks, and where your lunch special chicken cheesesteak is as likely to come with yucca fries and garlic dipping oil as french fries -- if you can even eat it after a cup of the best split pea soup on the face of the earth.

But the diner is as much a part of New Jersey lore as The Sopranos, which may be why so many scenes were shot in them. One of our favorite waste-of-time shows is Guy Fieri's Drive-ins, Diners and Dives on the Food Network, a show that recently profiled both the Tick-Tock Diner, a frequent Sopranos filming site, and the famous White Manna Hamburgers in Hackensack -- a place that is reputed to have great hamburgers, but which resembles a White Castle too much for me to even try, traumatized as I was by the aftermath of a visit to the White Castle on Elmora Avenue in Elizabeth, circa 1967. Here's Guy doing reconnaissance with the owners of the Jefferson Diner in Lake Hopatcong:





...and at the Brownstone Diner in Jersey City:





When you watch this show, you become aware of why so much Lipitor is sold in this country. But sometimes, watching those drippy, loosely-packed burgers, dripping with soft cheese, fried onions, lettuce, tomato, ketchup and pickle relish, makes you willing to sell your soul to Satan just to have one. Of course, now the beef is about to become scarce and may be riddled with E Coli and the lettuce and tomatoes may be contaminated with salmonella, so someday the old footage from this show will be the closest any American gets to a cheeseburger anymore.

The good old-fashioned New Jersey diner seems to be enjoying a renaissance of late. The Forum in Paramus, which had the best cheesecake on the face of the earth, has gone out of business after trying to hard to turn itself into a fine dining restaurant, with lots of wood carving and fancy food names, and still keep counter service, at least the trend of the 1990's to put false facades on diners to make them look less, well, dinerish, seems to be falling by the wayside. A new diner just opening on Route 303 in Blauvelt, New York, may not be made from an old railroad car, but it's built to look like one. I wonder if it has boomerang formica booth tables.

Why Jack's seems to be succeeding despite its use of sun-dried tomatoes, artichoke hearts, brie, and other menu items associated with the latte-and-Volvo set is anyone's guess. I think it's because D'Eletto is confident enough in the quality of his food to say loudly and clearly, "Hey...you can't eat the atmosphere."

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Sunday, May 18, 2008

Sunday ROFLMAO blogging
Posted by Jill | 9:34 AM
The garden gnome at Eating Liberally. Just go and check out his name.

But on a more serious note, there are clearly starting to be some benefits to growing some of your own food these days, as I realized yesterday while making a lovely Greek village salad and wondering where the cucumbers had originated. The problem is that when you live in a neighborhood dominated by oak trees that are over 100 years old and over 40 feet tall, it's hard to find a place that gets enough sunshine to actually grow anything. My backyard gets ample sun in the morning, largely thanks to the removal three years ago of a hazardous split oak that was rotting inside, but by noon the sun is over the roofline and gone. My front yard gets sunshine in high summer, but I have a gorgeous, huge blue spruce in my yard that I'm spending a fortune paying an arborist to try to save from the fungal infection that is probably going to kill it anyway. It'll kill me when I have to cut it down, I don't want to speed that up.

Then of course there are the bunnies, the squirrels, and other fauna that already feast on my tulips, there have been deer sightings two blocks away, and recently, not three miles from my neighborhood of 75 x 100 lots, a bear was found in a schoolyard. My supervisor at work is an avid gardener, with huge property that gets hours of glorious afternoon sun. But having heard his tales of vegetative woe and his ongoing war against deer, woodchucks, and other beasts determined to ruin his Jeffersonian splendor over the last seven years, it strikes me that trying to grow food and having to be someplace other than your garden for eight hours or more every day seems somewhat incompatible.

That leaves farmer's markets, of which there are precious few in Bergen County during times when working people can go -- and half the stuff available there is trucked in from Pennsylvania anyway. There are a few farm stands left, but most of those truck in a good amount of their produce as well.

Still....every time I see one of those blogs where someone is holding up a lovely bunch of home-grown Swiss Chard, I wonder if there's any possibility of even managing a couple of porch tomatoes...

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