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Boston. Finally.

Okay, let’s see what I can remember a week after the fact!

Friday, the 4th: As instructed, I called KT when I was on my way to Baggage Claim at Logan. It turned out that Teddy was already at the airport, so she told me to look for a silver car. I already knew what the personalized tags would say, so I saw Teddy before he saw me… which meant that he didn’t get a chance to wave the Colorado state flag that he’d purchased in anticipation of my arrival. He was able to work through his disappointment, and still had a chance to wave a set of New Mexico flags when picking up the THREE carloads of people who were to arrive a couple of hours later. We all spent the afternoon gabbing and drinking fancy Belgian beers and slurping spiked slushies in the backyard, and then it was time for a gluttonous FEAST of steamed lobster and grilled steak. (Yeah, I had neglected to mention my vegetarian tendencies. I knew that it would be rough on this crowd of foodies who were being so gracious as to house and feed me, so I reverted to omnivory.) Then Ted and KT brought out an American flag cake, AND a cheesecake, and we all found room in our bellies for just a little more. Feeling stuffed, we worked it off by walking the few blocks down to the local yacht club for a good view of the fireworks.

Saturday: We started the day with a walk around the perimeter of Deer Island. We saw lots of boats, and met lots of dogs. This was followed by more schmoozing around the backyard, and then we all walked back to the yacht club to await our golden chariot: a cruise around the harbor with Ted’s friend Larry on Larry’s boat. Larry traps lobster for a living, and his boat was large enough to haul 18 of us around in spacious comfort. We spent a few hours on the water and were getting ready to wind things up when Larry decided that he may as well pull a string of his traps out of the water and show us city folk how things are done. It was great to see Larry and his wife, Sandy, at work. There’s a poetry to the efficiency of movement that he’s developed over the years, and his passion for his work was evident. In fact, as we were later finishhing up a dinner where we celebrated Ted’s birthday with an intimate gathering of 34 people (complete with magic show performed by our Ordinary, Everyday, Magical guest of honor), Larry mentioned that even after 30 years, he was looking forward to getting up at 4am and getting back to the boat. That is, he was looking forward to it until we exited the restaurant into a blanket of fog. Everyone stumbled back to the Tiger Mews for dessert (of course!) of not one, not two, not three, but FOUR homemade pies, and leftover flag cake and cheesecake.

Sunday: We made it into Boston proper for a walk through town. By which I mean we took the T into town, walked about three blocks, and stopped at the Union Oyster House (oldest restaurant in the U.S.) for drinks. Feeling refreshed, we walked a few more blocks into Chinatown, and enjoyed steaming baskets of dim sum for lunch. We then headed back downtown and a few of us were lucky enough to get tickets for a Duck Tour! The “conDUCKtor” of our DUKW amphibious vehicle, South End Sara, was Jailbird George, and he did a terrific job. After a day in the sun, we headed back to the Mews for a delicious paella, and fresh coconut cake. And pie. And flag cake. And cheesecake!

Monday: We splintered into smaller groups of Shopping and Sightseeing, and while I know what you’re expecting, I actually joined the folks heading to the aquarium. And what an aquarium! Definitely a sight to see, with hauntingly beautiful jellyfish and electric eels and “shaaaahks” and rays and and and! We had just enough time to work our way up and down through the throngs of kids before we had to find our way over to Boston Beer Works, where we were regrouping for an early dinner before the game at FENWAY PARK. Yeah baby, first row in the grandstand, right behind home plate. Just a little bit of heaven. Of course, after last year’s trouncing of my Rockies by the Sox in the World Series, I had a hard time getting behind the home team. That didn’t diminish my joy at being in one of the last truly historic ballparks in the country, though. The Citgo sign! The John Hancock neon! The Big Green Monster! Oh, yeah, and (sigh), the Sox.

It had been 14+ years since I’d been to Boston, but I’ll try to get back a little sooner next time.

Tons of photos if you click on the one below.

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Bahstahn, part I

I am unbelievably, and irrationally, tired. As I write this, it’s only 8:30 at “home” and a mere 10:30 here in my borrowed base camp. Under no circumstances should I be as wiped out as I currently feel.

(Excuse me. I was just interrupted by George, a cat who was last seen hissing at me in his best impression of a cobra. He is currently bonking me so hard that his paws are slipping on the hardwood floor. Fickle.)

Okay, so where was I? Ah, yes. Boston. It has been years since I’ve been in Boston, and never for a reasonable length of time. I have an uncle who lives in Boston, and he and his wife have extended an invitation to me numerous times. This time, however, the planets aligned just so, and a flock of friends descended upon them all at once for my uncle’s birthday celebration. Welcome to Tedstock: Three days of peace, music, and Ted. (Yes, my uncle was at Woodstock. 40 years later, a great story came out of it. You should ask him about it if you ever have the chance.)

I won’t download any pics until I get home to my card reader. A more detailed post (and links!) will accompany those. For now, you get:

  • Slushie drinks
  • Lobster and steak
  • Flag Cake and heavenly cheesecake
  • Fireworks
  • Walk around Deer Island
  • Harbor tour on a friend’s lobster boat
  • Slushie drinks
  • Dinner for 34 at La Siesta
  • FOUR pies (and flag cake and heavenly cheesecake)
  • Dim sum
  • Brief walking tour
  • Duck Tour
  • Slushie drinks
  • Big Ass Paella
  • Coconut cake (and four pies and flag cake and heavenly cheesecake)

Yeah, this weekend has been a lot about food. It hasn’t fit in very well with my vegetarian diet, although the lobsters most definitely met my personal requirement of having lived a lobstery life. I met the man who actually caught them, I was able to watch him at work, and while some passengers on his boat were a bit squeamish at the reality of the situation (including, I thought oddly, the two daughters of crabbers), I approve of the general decency and respect that this particular fisherman afforded the creatures involved. I actually felt better about eating lobster after seeing the process first hand. I did feel a little guilty about tossing the more-difficult-to-get-at parts into the trash, until the raccoons broke in overnight and made short work of the remains. I’m glad nothing was wasted.

In closing, I offer you a snippet of Jailbird George’s oral tour from the DUKW boat:

“The Bunker Hill Monument is an Egyptian obelisk in an Irish neighborhood commemorating a battle we lost, and erected on the wrong hill. Heh.”

Tomorrow: Fenway Park. FENWAY FEKKIN’ PARK. Oh yeah, baby.

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Candy Buttons

I am very disappointed to discover that Necco Candy Buttons are made with gelatin, and are therefore not vegetarian. While hunting for this image, I also found out that Necco is the exclusive manufacturer of candy buttons (in the U.S.), so there is no animal-free alternative. Additionally, I was shocked to read that the buttons are supposed to represent three flavors: cherry, lime, and lemon. Did any of you ever taste flavor in these things? I only get “sugar” and occasionally “paper” from them.

And another thing: Why is the mascot for Necco (New England Confectionary Co.) a kid in a ten-gallon hat? I’m just wondering.

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Only one thing smells like bacon, and that’s bacon!

I’m a part-time vegetarian. I try to do it full time, but the fact of the matter is, I’m a foodie and I really enjoy meat. There are other terms, such as lessetarian and semi-vegetarian, but the word that I feel best describes my diet is “flexitarian.” It sounds kind of like a cop-out to me but, then again, it is. Six to seven days a week, I’m a vegetarian. On occasion, however, such as a neighborly cookout when I just can’t stand another chewy, salty Boca burger, I’ll have a real hamburger. Which I did last night. Quick, before the meaty goodness wears off, here’s a roundup of piggy nourishment that I was introduced to this past week:

Zingerman’s Peppered Bacon Farm Bread

Vosges Haut Chocolat Mo’s Bacon Bar (named for Mo over at Zingerman’s, coincidentally)

and this Weird NJ interview with Lee Roselle about my beloved John Taylor Pork Roll:

[…] if you’re on your way Down the Shore and you’re a true Jersey person, you’ll probably be enjoying a nice Taylor Ham and cheese sandwich (that’s right, I said Taylor “Ham” not “Pork Roll” because I’m from North Jersey). Here now is an interview we conducted with one of NJ’s greatest proponents of salt-cured pork, Lee Roselle, proprietor of the shop Teddy Bears By The Seashore in Spring Lake.

Ham or Pork Roll—Whatever You Call It, It’s Shore to Please!

WNJ: Lee, we came here because we heard that you have a particular fascination with a certain cured meat product. Would you like to tell us more about that?

Lee Roselle: Well I have a fascination, but I have to tell you, the people of New Jersey have a fascination. I don’t know what program I saw, one time I was channel surfing, I was clicking around, and I saw where people could leave their families, their mothers and fathers in India, an uncle in England, but the one thing they couldn’t leave was their yearning for the food they had. And of course people that are brought up in New Jersey have a yearning for pork roll. I had a girl come in here from Texas, who said she was nine months pregnant, and every day she needed pork roll and cheese, and she was in Texas and couldn’t get it.

WNJ: Any particular brand of pork roll?

LR: Well, you know, they all talk about Taylor Ham. And the first thing when somebody says “Well, I don’t eat pork roll, I eat Taylor Ham,” the first thing I say to them is “There’s no such thing as Taylor Ham.” That’s your mother telling you — you were asking your mother “What am I eating here?” and “Ham!” she said, “Shut up and eat it!” Because it’s not! If you look at the box, it says Taylor Pork Roll on it. And it’s a mystery. I’m sure you’ve heard that no one knows what’s in it. It’s a mystery. I never, ever saw anything that said Taylor Ham on any of the boxes.

WNJ: Mostly tails and snouts.

LR: Probably. And rectums. Basically. So then, the first thing I made was a New Jersey pork roll athlete t-shirt, which we’ve sold thousands of. I don’t know if you’ve seen it here, it’s in the store. It just says “New Jersey Pork Roll Athlete.” And then we began to embellish on that and one of my number one items is the “Jersey pork roll and cheese on a hard roll” ornament that we sell for Christmas time. It sells all year round, though.

WNJ: A Christmas tree ornament?

LR: Yeah. It’s up there in the glass case, you can see that. And we do the refrigerator magnet. Then, I made a new shirt that says, “I belong in New Jersey, where the pork roll and cheese is.” Because if you interview five people any place in the United States, one of them is from New Jersey. Now if he’s lived here a long, long time, he says that he wants some pork roll or something like that, ya know? It’s not me, that’s fascinated! It’s the product itself, it really addicts people to it.

WNJ: How much pork roll do you eat on a weekly basis?

LR: I have to tell you that I began at the Englishtown Auction eating pork roll and cheese sandwiches. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Englishtown Auction.

WNJ: Sure.

LR: Well that was where you bit into the pork roll, egg, and cheese sandwich and it went all over — it took you an hour to clean off your beard. And you could eat again like an hour later. But I have to tell you, my thing with pork roll now, is I’ll throw a piece of pork roll in the frying pan, cook it, then throw it in the garbage can and put a piece of chicken in the pan. So it has the flavor, but the cardiologist doesn’t have to yell at you. You take the pork roll, cook it, throw it out, then you put a piece of chicken in there! That’s the recipe. Now, for Easter, I prepared, I went to the pork roll store in New Jersey. I don’t know if you know, there is a pork roll store in New Jersey, it’s just outside of Allentown, New Jersey. This guy makes his own private pork roll. And I went and I bought a big one. And I served it to everyone for Easter breakfast. And I cooked it in a cast iron frying pan. What I did is I photographed that cast iron frying pan with the pork roll in it. And I have it on my website that you can send, to like, somebody in Texas, who has a yearning for pork roll. And you see it cooking in a frying pan. It’s great. It’s the greatest.

WNJ: How does his compare to the Taylor?

LR: You know, it’s probably better. He was featured in a lot of the papers. You might want to check him out. It’s called the Pork Roll Store. And he’s a little old guy that comes out from behind the counter. He makes the pork roll right there in the store. He’s really a cool guy. Just below Allentown.

WNJ: Would you consider yourself a pork roll historian or just an aficionado?

LR: No, here’s what I consider. You’ve heard of eveningwear? You’ve heard of nightwear? I’m the designer couture of pork roll wear. You see, everybody wears it.

WNJ: Everybody’s coming to wrap themselves in pork roll!

LR: The t-shirts! The ornaments! The magnets! The New Jersey pork roll keychain. Stickers. That’s what I sell. I mean, I like pork roll. I eat it once a year when my doctor’s not looking.

WNJ: So you can’t really use the Taylor logo or anything.

LR: No, no. But there’s a lot of pork roll — in fact, if you go up on my website, you can connect to porkrollxpress.com, which will ship pork roll all over the USA. And I don’t know if you know those people there, but I think they sell Case, they sell Taylor, they sell Trenton pork roll. You know, Trenton is the home of pork roll, that’s where pork roll is made.

WNJ: Taylor comes from Trenton, right?

LR: Yes, but there’s Case pork roll, Trenton. Go on my website. Go to porkrollxpress.com, talk to that woman there, she knows a lot about pork roll, because she ships it all over the United States, you know. There are different types of pork roll. And of course, the way to meet a Jersey Girl is to go to Shop Rite, when they have the Shop Rite pork roll on sale. But I don’t think it tastes the same.

WNJ: Shop Rite brand pork roll doesn’t —

LR: No, I don’t think so. It comes in a box, too. It looks like pork roll. If you don’t have your glasses on, you think it is. But you know, that’s — I’m working on a new card, “How to Meet a Jersey Girl,” and that’s one of the ways. Hanging out in Pennsylvania gas stations, looking for someone who fumbles their way and can’t pump the gas. We sell to the displaced Jersey Girl who’s out in Oklahoma, you know? Usually they’ll call the store and say “I’m in Dakota someplace!” Because once they’re away from here, they want to come back worse than anything. And that’s who a lot of my customers are. They’re proud to be from New Jersey! Because everybody makes fun of them, saying they have an accent and stuff.

WNJ: We know that it’s everybody else who has an accent. We hear you have stories about Taylor Ham themed weddings?

LR: Well, they gave out Taylor Ham hors d’Oeuvres and stuff like that. I know what you’re talking about! The wedding vows. The Jersey Girl wedding vows. A little girl comes into the store one time, she says “I’m getting married next week. And I asked my husband, is there anything you want me to put into the ceremony?” and the husband said, “No, you can do whatever you want.” So she had it in her wedding vows that she would brought back to the Jersey Shore every Memorial and Labor Day, and that she’d never have to pump her own gas, and that she’d never run out of pork roll, no matter where she went in the United States with him.

You know, getting back to the pork roll recipes, the chicken routine and all that, a great thing is a girl came in from Hawaii, that was a Jersey girl, and she said they used to take a little piece of pork roll, a cherry, and a piece of pineapple and put it on a skewer, and make a — they called that Hawaiian Jersey Girl. I had another girl come in the store who said that she used pork roll with fried rice, so she had the Jersey Girl fried rice, which was little pieces of pork roll cut into fried rice. I’m working on a recipe book for that.

WNJ: Have you ever seen the original Taylor Ham books with the recipes in them?

LR: No I have never seen any of them. All’s I know is, pork roll isn’t any good unless you burn it. You gotta burn it, you gotta get that, like, dark color, you know what I mean? And I’ve had people come in here from Queens, New York and say “Oh you wouldn’t believe, in Queens they sell pork roll like a cold cut, they don’t even cook it! I asked for a pork roll sandwich and they sliced it and put it in a sandwich.”

WNJ: Oh my God!

LR: They didn’t even cook it! You know, how could they do that?

As a bonus gift for any loyal readers who have made it this far: the (free!) Beggin’ Strips ringtone for your cell phone. I will be insanely jealous of the person(s) who can succesfully download this ringtone. My current phone won’t accept it, and my previous phone couldn’t handle the technology. Also, they won’t work with Alltel or Verizon. Toooooo bad.

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Summertime Beckons

West Side Sinners, a local RAB emporium, has recently started carrying a line of enameled outdoor chairs. They are lovely.

My family didn’t have anything of the sort when I was growing up, but we did have a front porch, and a bench swing.

Seeing those chairs brings me back to a time of lazy evenings spent on the front porch, watching cars drive by, and quizzing my dad about each one… “What’s that one, Dad? And that? What about that?” He knew ’em all, year make and model. Every once in a while, he’d be stumped. Usually by something unremarkable and American.

My dad had a two-hour commute home from work each day, so if it was light enough outside for us to watch the cars, it had to be summertime.

Also summerrific, I had my first hunk of watermelon of the season the other night. It was sweet and juicy and delicious. I think I may purée the rest of the giant chunk, and make watermelon-swirl ice cream. Or, at least try.

Note: You can find the Bellaire chair/glider style at Improvements and Walter Drake if you don’t live in the Denver area. Stacks and Stacks seems to have the largest (online) color selection.

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