Easter Eggs, Fierce Food, and Maple Sap

I'm reading a fun little book called Fierce Food by Christa Weil. It's an alphabetized list of exotic foods like armadillo, blubber, and yuba (some kind of tofu? I haven't gotten that far) At first I was wondering why there weren't any photos, then I realized it's better with the classy half tone illustrations. It would be full of wacky images like the one I snapped a couple of weeks ago somewhere in Chinatown. Those yolks could be Balut, 16 day old duck embryos, as described in Fierce Food.
Weil matter-of-factly delivers food facts like, “Gelatin is, essentially, the glue that holds the skin and bones together.” Regarding corn smut(huitlacoche—a mushroom tasting fungus that grows on corn)the closing passage on p62 cracked me up:
“In an attempt to deflect attention from huitlachoche's dubious appearance and smutty origins, promoters have dubbed it Mexican truffle, Aztec caviar, or maize mushroom. Please. If we must use nicknames let's stick to black excrement, in honor of pre-Hispanic farmers who knew good shit when they saw it.”
While reading it on the subway, I missed two stops. It's perfect for the subway or Sunday morning on the can. Happy Easter, Dad!
Here's my entry for Fierce Food: while running errands, I saw that one of the maple syrup farmers at the Green Market was selling an item that I've never seen before. Maple sap! For a buck, I got a small cup of what looked like water. Surprisingly, or not, it actually tasted like water, too. You would think that it would be sweet, but no. Without concentrating the tree juice with heat, you can't taste the sweet. When I said it was the blood of the maple tree, Ted corrected me and said it was more likely the pee of the tree.
Perhaps, but blood has more nutrients and sap must have minerals and obviously sugars that feed the tree. If I were a marketing person, I'd call them electrolytes. Let's note it now, maple sap will be the next sports drink. Right now, the Coconut Water people are shaking in their shells.

Frank & Beans, but not at The Smith

After veggie dimsum with the Moxie Firecrackers on Saturday, CP and I paired off to check out the Michel Gondry stuff at Deitch Projects. There were tons of people playing with the sets and props from Be Kind Rewind. We always have fun at that gallery. Remember this?
Apparently, I've never blogged about veggie dim sum. I know I have pictures from there, but eh, the time has passed. If you've never eaten there, then call me and we'll go. Instead, here are some pictures of brunch the last time we ate together at the Smith. Not be confused with Smith's. It's a newish bistro place like Schiller's or about a million other places in the East Village, but this place is right across from the Loews movie theater and sort of near the Union Square subway stop.So it's a good place to meet up when you're hankering for an East Village brunch. Typical EV brunch is pretty decent food, a watery drink, watery coffee, nice decor and a loud atmosphere for 15 bucks or so. The Smith is no different. The food was generally good. I ordered the country breakfast which was cheese grits, ham, biscuit and gravy. I could have done without the gravy—it didn't add anything in flavor to the food. It just sat thick and beige as it sogged up the bottom of my biscuit. Maybe it was that pasty so it would be easier to wipe off of the ham. This was heavy hang over food, but I wasn't hung over so I just felt bloated with all those grits and champagne bubbles in me. CP got the Potato waffle which didn't contain potato chunks or shreds like a potato pancake, but was a nice savory change of pace. JP got the eggs benedict. I have to say, service was fine, we got a bunch of bottles of tap water without even asking, that's unusual. But I remember feeling kind of rushed, which isn't unusual at such a busy place. It was so loud in there, I didn't want to stay that long. That's it regarding the Smith.
Back to Saturday. We also hit the other Deitch Projects at 76 Grand St. The main installation by Tim Noble and Sue Webster was um, you know. I really like the flyer for the show — great use of metallic ink! This piece was actually very exciting to watch because Carissa didn't believe me that I thought I saw something coming out of the can.

Tofu Lady at Grand St.

Without the subway, I would be so out of it. Due to the advertising everywhere, I see what's being pushed by the networks on tv (the new animal planet logo is stupid!), or release dates for movies (can't wait to see Stop Loss on March 28). This morning on the subway, there was a huge swarm of kids wearing green mad hatter caps and teeshirts that said "I shamrock beer." I forgot that it was St. Patrick's Day. All I could think about was, I wish I could eat dinner at mom's because she'll make corned beef and cabbage tonight. Then I struggled with the metro card machine. Not only have the prices increased, but my credit card wasn't swiping.
Anyway, without the subway, I never would have noticed my current food obsession. Outside of the D train stop at Grand St, there's a woman literally wearing several hats (well, in the winter) who sells hot fresh tofu. Cut into long rectangles, the firmer stuff sells for a buck for 2 long blocks. It's great because it's fresh and it's not stored in that gross water like at the grocery store. But what I'm crazy about is the silken tofu that she sells from a huge pot in a grocery cart. When she slides off the lid, the steam hits your face as she quickly spoons out either a small (1.25) or large (2.00) soup tub size, dumps a little container of sugar syrup and a spoon into a plastic bag and shoves you away. Seriously, she's really fast and kind of stern. I haven't bothered taking her picture because I know she'd get pissed. Her daughter has a more gentle disposition, but I've only seen her twice on the weekend.
Martha Stewart went to another soft tofu place on Mott St. years ago and I remember her saying something like, "Oh, it's like creme caramel" or something fancy like that. I got the impression she didn't really like it, but who can tell. I'm sure she craved it when she was in the slammer. The consistency is sort of creamy like flan, but the taste is really plain. Some people complain soybean products are beany, but with the syrup, it's not an issue. It's simply comfort food. On a cold day, there's nothing better than the smooth warmth going down. It'd be great on a sore throat because you don't even have to chew it, you can just kind of inhale it and it's got to be so nutritious. Check out the link for the other tofu place. The photos are great. I prefer the tofu lady's product, though. She is able to sell for cheaper (no rent!) and I've been reusing the same tub. The tofu man on Mott St. uses styrofoam, but he also sells soymilk which is great in coffee.

Free as a Bird

So I'm done with the last job and here's my parting shot. There are lots of things to blog, but I'm in tax hell, so you, my anonymous reader will just have to wait. Or just call me and we can get together. Since I'm not working, I'm all about catch up socializing.

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Have you seen this short film that reenacts war using food? It's awesome! The sound design is great, the animation terrific. I like it so much, I want to eat it.