The Summer’s Dirty Dozen: Healthy Food You Don’t Want to Serve Your Kids

Every spring, just in time for summer, the Environmental Working Group, a D.C. non-prof that conducts research on public food safety, publishes lee marvinits Dirty Dozen list of produce most tainted with pesticides and other poisons.  They’ve trademarked “Dirty Dozen,” which I think is funny and makes me think of Lee Marvin, who strikes me as the kind of man who never ate a single vegetable.

I can see Lee eating an apple though, just ripping into it as a prop while reading somebody the bitterest of riot acts, and that only adds to my disappointment that apples are 2014’s most pesticide-laden fruit.  Pesticide poisoned, actually, since the primary pesticide found on 99% of the sampled apples was diphenylamine, a poison banned by the EU and for which the WHO has determined 0.02 parts per million to be the upper limit for safe ingestion by humans.

Our own EPA has designated 0.10 ppm to be the acceptable limit. Continue reading

Smitten with the Mitten: the Beers of Ann Arbor, Michigan

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I Mitten You!

As many of you already know, some sectors of the Ohio population love to hate Michigan. And it’s not just OSU alums against Wolverines; it’s everything. They hate all Michigan sports teams, Michiganders in general, American-made cars, Motown, and the way Michigan is shaped like a cute little mitten. I think what we all can agree on, though, is that they make a damn fine beer.

Who has the energy for this?!

Who has the energy for this?!

Last weekend I went with my husband and my parents to Ann Arbor (home of dreaded U of M) to celebrate my father’s birthday. Needless to say this involved visiting EVERY brewery in the town we could get to. Because Ann Arbor is a college town and an especially cool one, at that, this involved a lot of drinking. For those of you not fortunate enough to go out drinking with my father on a semi-regular basis, during these outings he is remarkably both funnier and more embarrassing at the same time.

Ann Arbor is a beer town, and not just because there are nearly 44-thousand newly-legal drinkers there; rather, they have a population that is hip and well-off enough to support at least five microbreweries or brewpubs in the radius of a few blocks. Each of them has their own thing going: premium lagers, unique styles, hooting sorority girls, and more. The first one my father wheeled into specialized in farmhouse ales.

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A damn fine beer

The Jolly Pumpkin was an encouragingly crowded, multi-leveled bar and restaurant with fancy-pants local and sustainable American food and spectacular farmhouse ales. Farmhouse is the style from which the Belgian saison originated. Saisons were traditionally brewed in the winter for summer consumption, but I’m here to tell you that farmhouse ales are year-round beers. Every good farmhouse I’ve had has been extremely complex: earthy, tart (sometimes quite a bit), and dry with just a little bitterness. Maybe there’s a reason we get along so well. I tried their flagship beer, the Bam Biere, which was delightfully sour and refreshing. Continue reading

The (Almost) Ageless Tale of the Brooklyn Slice

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Scott also holds the Guinness World Record for owning the most pizza boxes. One more reason to be jealous.

There is almost nothing better than a good slice of Brooklyn pizza—the molten cheese, the piquant sauce, the chewy crust. But I would argue that listening to Scott Wiener of Scott’s Pizza Tours talk about pizza might be even better than eating it.

During a recent lecture in the Brooklyn Collection of the public library, Scott won me over, not just because of his enthusiasm for pizza (which is considerable) but also his willingness to forego the easy route of merely touting the merits of various pizza joints and instead diving into the more complex terrain of pizza history. You should have seen the way his face lit up when he pulled up the PowerPoint slide of the preserved communal ovens from 1st century A.D. Pompeii. Or the way he elatedly traced the web of relationships that connected Lombardi’s in Little Italy to Totonno’s on Coney Island. (It’s true that I got a little lost during the part of the talk in which he discussed the physics of coal-burning ovens, but that might have been due to the monster pour of white wine a librarian had given me just prior to sitting down. Man, I love the library.)

Judging from the reaction of the crowd, I wasn’t alone in being wooed by Scott. There was an audible groan when the words “Papa John’s” were uttered, and crows of delight when he revealed a stream of research that hinted that the original Ray’s might well have been in Brooklyn, not Manhattan. I was a little concerned that one peculiar old dude might kidnap Scott just so they discuss the details of oven construction, about which the old dude seemed passionate.

The story of how Scott Wiener became the crowd-pleasing pizza maven he is today turned out to be almost as good as the lecture itself. Continue reading

It’s Fiddlehead Fern Season!

I have missed out on fiddlehead ferns for the past three years because they show up at IMG_1196the farmers markets, ramps playing Poncho to their Lefty, and are snapped up in two or three days.  But annoying that cab by biking up the narrow lane east of Union Square Park yesterday paid off because it put me at the market on one of those two or three days this year.  Hell yeah.

So, a haiku for you, fiddleheads…

Oh, fiddlehead ferns
Thank you for getting it on
With Shitakes in my pan

 

Garden of Victories

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Sure, you’ve heard of a victory garden, but what about garden victories? We at the blog feel like our gardening readers have gotten short shrift over the long winter months, but don’t worry; spring is officially in the air, and we want to give you a chance to brag about your mad plant skills.

So send us your best gardening victory stories. These can be brief–a couple sentences or a photo or two. For example, check out this scrappy little melon plant that sprouted on our windowsill this week. I think it’s cool that you can still see the watermelon seed whence it sprang. It’s like the chick who is still mostly inside his egg on Garfield and Friends.

Anyway, whether you’re looking for a forum in which to brag about your prize veggies (I’m looking at you, Farmer Dwight) or just particularly good at capturing the wonders of the garden in word or image (I’m looking at you, Keiko), send us your beauties, and we’ll gather and post them throughout the gardening season. And you know what they say: where there are victories, there are usually fabulous prizes. Hit us up at submissions@pitchknives.com.

Haiku Contest Winners!

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Lovely cherry blossoms at the BBG

It’s cherry blossom season here in New York, the time to sit in silence beneath a tree, observe nature, put quill to parchment and compose some traditional Japanese poetry. Or something like that. The entries to our National Poetry Month Food Haiku Contest were an artful blend of the ancient, the modern, and the kind of gross. It was no small job to judge these beauties, but we have for your enjoyment three finalists and one grand prize winner. Here in no particular order, were the Runners-Up

Food guru and blog favorite Roger LaMarque (Brooklyn, NY) sent in this haiku (imparting some sage advice, as usual):

let me be your guide
eat pork butt and spotted dick
but avoid sweetbreads

From mountain man musician Dave Humeston (Columbus, OH) came this Appalachian Trail-inspired haiku:

stewing fiddleheads,
bring up the royal boil;
top ramen crowns out Continue reading

Do You Like Me, Ooey-Gooey? Check Yes or No

ample hills cookbookIt’s a little embarrassing that I’ve developed a hardcore crush on Ample Hills Creamery just as they are taking on a celebrity shine following the release of their eponymous cookbook. I would like everyone to know that I have totally liked this Brooklyn ice cream shop and their Salted Crack Caramel flavor for years at this point, the same way I liked Leonardo DiCaprio starting with his What’s Eating Gilbert Grape? days, way before everyone jumped on the Titanic bandwagon.

But there’s no denying that I have experienced a fresh rush of Ample Hills love ever since I went to an event last week at Powerhouse Books to celebrate the release of the book, and now, as happens with every good crush, I see them everywhere and find myself thinking of the texture of the St. Louis butter cake in the Ooey-Gooey flavor while at work, doodling pictures of ice cream cones in the margins of my notebooks, eavesdropping on other people’s conversations about my beloved in bars, etc. If you’ve never had it, you just have to trust me that this is sublime ice cream.

It is only fair to note that not everyone shares my unconditional excitement. Some people say it’s too sweet, some people say it’s too expensive, some people say that it rests on the laurels of a few stand-out flavors while everything else is sub-par. I understand that there might be a tiny kernel of truth at the center of each of those complaints. But this is a crush we’re talking about. So I think those people are stupid.

My concern at the moment is that this crush is almost certainly unrequited. At the Powerhouse event, the authors of the cookbook (co-owners Brian Smith and Jackie Cuscuna with marketing director Lauren Kaelin) asked the crowd to submit ice cream flavors inspired by books. Be still, my heart. If ever there were a contest made for me, it was this one, but I panicked and spent most of the allotted time wondering if maybe I could base an ice cream flavor on Slouching toward Bethlehem. Continue reading

Food Haiku Contest!

Half of National Poetry Month has already slipped by! Doesn’t it make sense to use these last two weeks of April to create something poetic and tasty? As motivation, we’re holding a food haiku contest. Send us your best food-themed haiku by Monday, April 28th. We’ll post our favorites on the blog, and the top haiku will score its author an awesome prize.

You remember how to write a haiku, don’t you? You definitely learned in second grade. Here’s an example:

food poetry

Photo from Smithsonian Magazine

This onion bagel
Spackles the hole in my heart
With its thick cream cheese.

If any brave individual wants to experiment with more complex poetic forms, we will definitely post those endeavors, as well, but for the purposes of the contest, we’re just looking for the ol’ 5-7-5. Send your entries to submissions@pitchknives.com. Please limit two haiku per contestant. Happy poem-writing, everybody!

The Phoenix Rises: Proud and a Little Tipsy

Liquid Mansfield

Liquid Mansfield

Something wonderful has happened! Something amazing for my little Ohio town, in fact. Something that will bring people to the area and that will change people’s attitude toward our city. Something for all of us to be proud of. And yes, of course beer is involved: a brewery has opened in Mansfield!

Last Wednesday was a bright and giddy spring day. My skin was buzzing with the forgotten touch of sunshine and the promise of a good beer after work. At 5pm Ben and I took our tickets for the brewery’s soft opening and crossed the small brick parking lot that separates my bookstore from the dangerously close by brewery.

The Phoenix Brewing Company is located in a brick building built in 1914 that was originally a mortuary. Rather than ignore what could be taken as a morbid history, they have embraced it. When my sampler of their five beers arrived, it came on a coffin-shaped, wooden flight. The names of their beers, too, riff on the theme: Redemption IPA, Ferryman’s Stout, etc. (When they were first brainstorming names, “Embalming Fluid IPA” was bandied about. Apparently clearer heads and weaker stomachs prevailed.) Continue reading

File with the Takeout Menus

Last night, while I was struggling to pull myself together after a weekend out of town, I was reminded afresh of the bounty of the New York City take-out scene. With dozens of places willing to deliver until late, it’s a miracle that I ever manage to cook anything at all. But how to choose with so many possibilities? I made this flowchart to help me decide; feel free to use it if you live in the neighborhood or try making your own.

takeout flowchart