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  1. And you take the bait like a Pavlovian dog.
  2. Steve, I don't understand how you can, on one thread, scream and yell about LML insulting people, and on here you can call someone an asshole. Don't you see the duplicity in that? Not that I haven't been guilty of this myself - but if you are holding other people up to standards you've defined, then how about adhering to them yourself? It makes it hard to take seriously your comments about other people when you do the very things you so vehemently complain about. And yes, please do stop fighting on this thread. Thanks. Edit: I don't mean to indicate that Steve is alone here in terms of "blame." Tommy baited and badgered and finally elicited an inappropriate response, but that's really no better.
  3. La Niña

    Sakagura

    I just have to say again - I LOVED the eggplant dish. So did everyone at the table.
  4. Went to Murray's at GCT yesterday. So far, so good. We bought a french blue - Persille de Malzieu - tangy, complex, creamy - really terrific. And we bought a Durrus from Ireland, which is a washed-rind, sort of sweet-ish, semi-soft cheese. Lovely. We were served by a knowledgeable and friendly woman, who let us taste several things we were curious about, and I thought the prices were reasonable. Let's hope they do some business there and last a while...
  5. La Niña

    Sakagura

    I don't recall seeing any large entrees. They do have larger plates of sashimi (we had one for the table). There are plenty of noodle dishes, though. And at least several soups which looked very interesting, which tempted us, but we could only try so many things in one visit... I wonder, Simon, if you're just not a sake fan? Although not all of them were to my liking, once we picked our favorites, I was pleased...(the flights were a good idea...) As for the pork dish...well...I supposed it must have been braised or roasted first. It came in small bowls, nice chunks of soft meat in the bowls, with some garnish sprinkles on the top, and the whole think swimming in a broth/sauce - a bit thicker than broth, but not quite "saucey" either. It was sweet but not caramel-y, and I thought the texture of the meat was glorious. Slight bite to the outside layer, and it fell apart just perfectly in the mouth. Afterwards, I dipped rice into the remaining liquid. Yummmmmm. I didn't specifically notice the bourbon selection, but I'd bet they have a fine selection - the bar is large and extensively stocked - it's quite a professional, thorough operation.
  6. La Niña

    Latkes - the Topic!

    Latke-eating CEREMONY???? Chanukah candies??????????????? Oy. Let's hope he means chanukah gelt (chocolate coins). Chanukah cookies????? CHANUKAH AIN'T CHRISTMAS. There, I said it. Now I'm off to buy potatoes to make PLAIN OLD FOLKY TRADITIONAL LATKES.
  7. I make spiced candied walnuts a lot. First boil the walnuts for a few minutes, and drain. Then cook them in honey, cayenne, a little salt, until the mixture is soaked into the nuts but are still a bit moist. Then spread them on a baking sheet (on foil) and roast them in the oven until they are dark brown and shiny (be very careful - it's very easy to burn them). Once they cool, they are quite crispy - I toss them into salads, have them as snacks, etc.
  8. La Niña

    Sakagura

    I of course can't comment on what it was like when FG went - but the menu is decidedly no longer "small," by any means.
  9. La Niña

    Latkes - the Topic!

    Latke vs Hamentash: A Materialist-Feminist Analysis byRobin Leidner University of Pennsylvania Department of Sociology -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A note to the reader: This paper came to me from Australia via Toronto; Prof. Leidner has kindly agreed to its publication in these pages. While I have not edited the text (other than the addition of headings, and the division of some paragraphs for ease of reading on your screen), the html and all hypertextual annotations and asides were authored by me. As Prof. Leidner informed me, while this paper was presented as a response to that of Prof. Shapiro, both are part of the annals of a venerable tradition of debate on this important issue. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Introduction In a highly provocative paper entitled "Latke vs. Hamantash: A Feminist Critique," Professor Judith Shapiro made an invaluable contribution to scholarship by bringing the insights of feminist and postmodern theory to bear on the interpretation of Jewish foodstuffs. It is surely no coincidence that shortly after the appearance of this paper, Professor Shapiro, who had been serving as provost of a provincial women's college in an obscure Philadelphia suburb, was chosen to become president of Barnard College in New York. The usefulness of this learned, stimulating, highly original paper is hampered only by its complete wrong-headedness, a shortcoming that I will address tonight. This forum is an ideal setting for a frank reappraisal, since Professor Shapiro's departure from the vicinity allows us to focus on her faulty logic and inadequate methodology without fear of contradiction. To summarize briefly an account that is richly nuanced (in fact, often incomprehensibly convoluted), Shapiro, an anthropologist, begins with the conjecture that the circles and triangles conventionally used to designate women and men on kinship charts are in fact iconic representations of latkes and hamentashen. She argues, "(I)t is ultimately impossible for us to know whether, in the last analysis, the latke and hamantash should be considered as semiotic representations of the two sexes or whether the two sexes should be seen as semiotic representations of latkes and hamantashen. What is not, however, in doubt, is the association of latkes with the female principle and hamantashen with the male" (Shapiro 1990:3). What is it that leads Shapiro to argue as a feminist that latkes, which have so clearly been part of the oppressive apparatus upholding the most retrograde patriarchal elements of Judaism, are a more appropriate symbol for women than hamentashen? I will argue that such an interpretation is possible only if analysis remains at a symbolic level which so decontextualizes the subject that there is no trace of the lived experience of the relevant social actors. In short, I will argue that this mistaken assertion is a product of the pernicious postmodern mishigoss that has, in discipline after discipline, tempted scholars to abandon their investigations of the physical and social world in order to concentrate on a world of discourse that takes on greater importance, indeed greater reality. In the interests of defending sociology from the forces that have dessicated anthropology, history, literary criticism, cultural studies, and other pretenders to knowledge of the social world, I will argue that a clear understanding of the gendered implications of latkes and hamentashen must rest on careful empirical research. I will demonstrate, I think definitively, that attention to culturo-linguistic-symbolic content is illuminating only in conjunction with rigorous investigation of the material conditions under which the objects of analysis are produced and consumed. I have conducted extensive participant observation, over many years, of the production and consumption of both latkes and hamentashen. Based on my fieldwork and on in-depth interviews with non-market-oriented Jewish cooks, I will demonstrate that when one takes into account the gendered division of labor, family power dynamics, norms of sociability, and the structural conditions of participation in a late-capitalist, post-industrial economy, the hamentash is far more suitable for incorporation into the feminist vision of an egalitarian and nonoppressive future than is the latke. The Latke Let us turn first to the latke. The material conditions of latke production are stressed in the best-known analysis of the latke as a factor in the oppression of women, Emma Goldman's famous "blood of our foremothers" speech (with which I assume many of you are familiar). In it, she asked, "How much of the very blood of our foremothers' knuckles have we battened and fattened on every Chanukah, for surely their lifeblood is invariably an ingredient in our latkes? Could oceans of applesauce or mountains of sour cream ever fully mask the salty taste of the tears of our onion-grating sisters?" More than fifty years after Goldman's death, these questions still haunt us. Time limits prevent me from quoting many of the moving accounts that my interviewees provided of what their Chanukahs are like. But put yourself in the position of these women (for it is of course women who produce the latkes in the great majority of households). The children are over-excited and rambunctious. Perhaps guests are expected. Much of the holiday meal has already been prepared, but the cook feels obliged to provide fresh latkes, not reheated ones. After peeling, grating, frying batch after batch in spitting oil, the cook is exhausted and sweaty, her hair hangs in greasy clumps, her knuckles are scraped raw, her arms sting from the continual splatters of oil. When at last a heaping plate of latkes is ready, she brings it to the table, where every one is snatched up immediately. Stoically, she heads back to the stove to begin frying the next batch. From the dining room drift peals of laughter, snatches of conversation, the splat of applesauce, and shouted inquiries about when the latkes will be ready. Excluded from the community, she spends most of the holiday meal on her feet in front of the hot stove, forcing a gay smile during her brief forays to deliver latkes. Her labor does not end with the meal, for back in the kitchen potato peels are overflowing the garbage can, numerous bowls and utensils wear a thick layer of potato mixture, now disagreeably blackened, and of course a sticky film of grease covers all exposed surfaces. Despite her best efforts, the smell, having permeated the drapes, will linger for weeks. No doubt many of you are now thinking of the same thing: Cuisinarts. Some critics, including Professor Goldfrank of U.C. Santa Cruz, have argued that while latke production may indeed have been oppressive in Goldman's day, the food processor has so eased the work of latke preparation that at present its demands are negligible (personal communication). It is certainly true that some of the more dangerous and painful labor involved in latke production has been reduced by technological developments, and survey research by Tsimmes and Tsurris (1993) confirms that Cuisinart ownership is a significant factor in explaining variation in the degree of resentment among latke-makers. Yet I maintain that given the physical, social, and emotional demands of peeling and frying that remain, only those who benefit from the subordination of women, or those bamboozled by a deeply-entrenched system of mystification, could argue, as does Goldfrank, that latke-production is now "a piece of cake." In fact, the impact of the Cuisinart on women's position in Judaism has been quite limited. Following the familiar pattern of many so-called household conveniences, the Cuisinart has increased demand for latkes and generated increasingly fussy standards of latke texture without changing the power dynamics that are really at issue here. (I don't think I need even elaborate on the classism of commentators who overlook the reality that access to Cuisinarts is highly class-stratified.) Another modern development, the marketing of prepared latke mixes, has had even less effect on the overall picture. Such mixes are their own punishment, and judging from my sample they are never purchased more than once. Content analysis of my interview data shows that a few themes dominate the cooks' accounts: physical suffering; pressure; and social isolation. The Hamentash The picture for hamentashen is very different. First, for many of my informants, the home has ceased to be a site of hamentash production. Such households calculate that the cost of the time, effort, and skill of family members outweighs the cost of store-bought hamentashen and the diminished quality of the product. For in the capitalist marketplace, the hamentash is reduced to a commodity like any other, and we should not be surprised that capitalist competition has led to the year-round availability of neo-hamentashen with alien fillings, their brightly-colored jams signaling their debasement to the level of the workaday Danish. Nevertheless, many of my respondents and their families do reserve hamentash consumption for Purim, and some apparently deem mass-produced commercial hamentashen an acceptable substitute for the infinitely more delicious and not very hard to make home-baked hamentashen that can be produced with my no-yeast recipe (which is available upon request). These respondents do not view Purim as an oppressive institution, but they are relatively low in positive affect as well. Certainly the happiest families are those where hamentash production takes place at home, usually as a collective enterprise. A special time is set aside for unhurried hamentash activity, in contrast to the high-pressure time crunch we saw in the case of latkes. In general, several family members cooperate in the production of hamentashen; even very small children enjoy taking a turn rolling out dough, plopping spoonfuls of filling onto the circles, and pressing corners to form triangles. Some disagreeable work has been marketized, because in this case, feminist pressure led to the development of a substitute for home-made fillings that is not only acceptable, but preferable: prune butter, or Lekvar, purchased by the jar. The scene is one of mutual enjoyment as children, their faces smeared with Lekvar, help cut out circles of dough; older members of the household guide their efforts and praise their helpfulness; participants are often moved to sing; a wonderful aroma fills the home. Everyone is permitted to sample the hamentashen as they emerge from the oven, newly-plump and warm. It is true that flour is all over everything, but clean-up is eased by the cheerful cooperation of older children and adults. The themes that emerged most often from my interviews about hamentashen were: fun, nostalgia, and togetherness. Conclusions For women, it is clear that hamentashen offer far more scope for self-realization, egalitarian relations, and social progress than do latkes. The liberating potential of the hamentash is especially great because Purim provides a clear model of a feminist heroine in the megillah. I speak, of course, of Vashti, who bravely resisted patriarchal authority (here reinforced by state power) and refused to accept the powerless position of the trophy wife exhibited as an ego-boosting tchotchke at her husband's command. I don't think we need go as far as some critics do in describing Esther as a "male-identified scab" in order to acknowledge that it is Vashti whose independence, personal integrity, and brave refusal to be judged according to male standards are most worthy of celebration. Could latkes ever be a force for the empowerment of women? My most recent field notes suggest that, given the right objective conditions, latkes could provoke in the masses of Jewish women the kind of revolutionary fervor that they triggered in Emma Goldman. It is those years when women have to start in with the latkes before they've recovered from Thanksgiving, years like this one, that have the most revolutionary potential. In times like these, many women pierce the false consciousness that has contributed to their subordination; indeed, much of the language of the transcripts from this year's interviews is unprintable. We must start laying the groundwork now if we are to be ready the next year Chanukah falls early, ready for revolutionary change brought about by the determined unity of Jewish women and the support of enlightened men. The revolution need not abolish latkes, but must abolish the gendering of burdensome holiday labor so that it may be shared. Goldfrank has suggested that interfaith marriage might help create a vanguard for this movement (personal communication). Are Jewish husbands of non-Jewish wives taking responsibility for their own latkes? If so, could that provoke a generalized loosening of gendered latke norms? I plan to pursue these questions in future research. Some critics have suggested that my unflinching analysis of the material conditions of latke production could play into the hands of the virulent anti-Semitic fringe groups in Idaho, which might interpret my arguments as part of a larger Jewish conspiracy to control their state's potato-based economy. While I believe that we need not stifle debate within the Jewish community out of fear, I do take this concern seriously. I have been careful to avoid language that could be construed as tuberphobic, and trust that our community can sustain a candid and vigorous discussion that will avoid descending to ad potatum attacks. Just as I do not reject the potato, I do not object to the inclusion of some analysis of the symbolic content of latkes and hamentashen in determining their feminist potential. Had Shapiro grounded her cultural analysis in investigation of the everyday realities of production and consumption, she surely would not have come so close to accepting an essentialist view of gender, as she appears to in speaking of a purported "association of latkes with the female principle and hamantashen with the male." Feminist scholars have demonstrated again and again that gender categories are malleable and that variation within genders is virtually always greater than average differences between genders. The hamentash is a perfect representation of this more flexible, culturally variable, view of gender. For while the hamentash begins as a circle (which Shapiro tags female), it becomes a triangle through conscious human intervention, without ever losing its qualities of circularity. The hamentash is an inspiring demonstration of the possibilities of overcoming essentialist dualisms: without the circle, there could be no triangle, and without the triangle, the circle would be empty. The hamentash provides a vision of human possibility that similarly integrates the strengths that have been attributed to men and women. I leave you with the hope that some day we all can achieve that blending of circle and triangle, the synthesis of smoothness and crunch, the simultaneous embodiment of openness and fullness that we find in the hamentash. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Latke vs Hamentash: Notes Latke (pl. Latkes) is a potato pancake which, though smaller than some, usually approximates roundness in its appearance Hamentash (pl. Hamentashen) is a triangular shaped pastry The reader will note that Prof. Shapiro had chosen a different spelling, viz. Hamantash(en). This is not a typographical error; rather it reflects the inner dualism of this delicacy. The filling in the Hamentash is usually (as Prof. Leidner describes elsewhere in this paper) 'Levkar', also known as prune butter. However, it is possible that Prof. Shapiro ascribes to the 'mun' or honey and poppy-seed school of filling; hence the different spelling. But regardless of the filling, either spelling is correct -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes spelled 'meshigas' but it probably depends on where your grandparents might have learned to speak Yiddish; regardless of spelling, its meaning imports a sense of 'wrong-headedness' on the part of the perpetrator -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In deference to the citizenship of the author, I have left such 'Americanisms' intact. However, I am certain that if this paper had been written by a Canadian professor, the spelling would have been 'labour' -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Grated onion is a key ingredient of any latke. Although my former husband continues to adhere to the meshuggenah (see above) belief that latkes should be made without onions -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oil, of course, is the traditional mode of cooking latkes and symbolizes the oil which burned in the Temple for eight days when there was only enough for one day. My former husband believes that latkes should be fried in butter. The reader will no doubt understand why we are now happily divorced -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Had these researchers chosen to 'anglicize' their names, they would probably be referred to as Carrots and Trouble; Tsimmes and Tsurris certainly has more cachet and is more in keeping with their field of expertise -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Literally translated 'tchotchke' (or, as it is sometimes transliterated, 'tzatzke'), means bauble and is often used to refer to small ornamental objects -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Since Canadian Thanksgiving falls on the second Monday in October, it is unlikely that Canadian latke producing women will be as deeply affected by this timing as their U.S. sisters; hence they may be less likely to respond to this call to arms
  10. Ahhhh....but of course!
  11. Okay, what the hell is a bung?
  12. I have been discussing with Wilfrid (and others, including the beau) doing a meal of reproductive organ meats. Uteri, testicles, penises, breasts, roe, eggs, tongues (okay, okay), etc. I suppose brains could count, if reproductive organs would include "sex organs." What else?
  13. La Niña

    Sakagura

    Let's see...the flights of sake ranged from about $17 to $25. One of them had only 2 pours, and one of them had 5 pours, and others had 3 or 4. There is clearly a wide range of qualities of sake there. We ordered all of our small plates a la carte - to tell you the truth, I didn't even look to see what combination type meals they have (or don't) - we were interested in trying many different things, and two of our party had been to Saka Gura several times and both are knowledgeable about the menu and the cuisine, so we pretty much left ourselves in their hands. The total bill with tax and tip was about $90 per person. Note that we didn't have lots and lots of sashimi, which would have made it much more expensive. Saka Gura, while they have excellent sashimi, specializes in cooked dishes, which were very special, so we concentrated on those. Oh, the fluke was out of this world.
  14. La Niña

    Sakagura

    Last night the beau and I, along with the ever-charming Bengali leprechaun (aka Simon), as well as some SCFs (Secret Chowhound Friends) ventured out to Saka Gura. For those who don't know, it's in the basement of a regular ol' office building on 43rd St., across the street from Yasuda. You'd never know it was there unless you knew about it. First of all, I really liked the space. It's a medium sized room, yet each booth seems like its own private space. The bathroom are actually inside re-lined, huge sake casks. The lighting is very nice and the whole vibe is serene and casual, while retaining a sense of formality. Part of that formality comes from the impeccable service - attentive, knowledgeable, just friendly enough... We started off by each getting a flight of sake - we were all struck by the stark contrasts between styles, strengths, fruitiness - I don't know much about sake, and this was a good way to be introduced to Saka Gura's huge list of offerings. One of our party explained about sake production and purification of rice - all very interesting. We then each picked our favorite of our respective flights, and ordered larger sizes of those. The food, I thought, was quite good. It's sort of like Japanese tapas. Lots of little plates of beautifully presented things. Very fresh sashimi, all kinds of marinated and cooked vegetables (my favorite was the eggplant prepared three different ways), a marvelous pork belly dish (which we ordered two more of), silky, subtle sea urchin, velvet monkfish liver...everything was delicious. Even the desserts - they make the desserts in house - and they were terrific. It's a very nice place to sit, too - quiet but not staid, understated - just lovely.
  15. I believe the word "dolma" just means stuffed, or some variation thereof. Anyway, I love the stuffed grape leaves (the warm, meat-filled kind, with lemon sauce) at Waterfalls Cafe on Atlantic Ave. They're Syrian.
  16. i find masturbation very enjoyable. a "good time" for sure. carry on. How very amusing.
  17. We're based in Petersburg, NY, so Bennington/Troy/North Adams/Williamstown - that's about the radius limit.
  18. I could use some recommendations in the Bennington area. Also North Adams, MA, Williamstown, MA...
  19. jaybee, you know I'll go anywhere with you, any time...
  20. Steve, I wish you would write up your outer boroughs meals, of which I know there are many...(weren't you going to try some place when you went to get your mother's shoes last week?)
  21. marcus, with all due respect, anyone is welcome to post as vociferously and as frequently as they wish. If people wish to make the posts of the few less significant, the answer is to post and participate with more frequency and more intensity. Anyone here can be "influential and aggressive" if they have the time, inclination, and ability.
  22. Steverooni, does that mean you're already planning to be critical of Babbo? So it would seem. And if that's true, how can anyone take your review seriously? Are you open to loving it, or very much liking it?
  23. I'll chime in with a Blue Hill experience. We went to the tomato tasting dinner (so did other members). I was clearly known by the staff and chefs, who came out to greet us, and it was clear that this was to be a special meal. I noticed that there was no foie gras course in the tomato dinner, and several people had told me to order one of the foie gras appetizers in addition to the tomato dinner, so I did. A few moments later, someone appeared and told me that the chefs would like to make me a special foie gras dish that was not on the menu, since I was so enthusiastic about it. Well, it turned out that the tomato tasting menu was good but not spectacular, and the foie gras dish that was made special for me was by far the best thing we ate that night.
  24. Recently I had the assignment to buy my beau new knives, at my discretion. I test-drove a whole bunch of knives (although I myself am a Wusthof classic gal all the way) and I came back to the Wusthofs in the end. I love the way they feel - the heft, the sense of security, the balance, the blades - nothing else can compare for me.
  25. La Niña

    Latkes - the Topic!

    There are sufganiyot available at Pita Sababa bakery, on Kings Highway between Ocean Parkway - MacDonald, closer to Kings Highway. Plenty of other bakeries in that area that probably have them, too. And I'm sure plenty in neighborhoods in Queens - just have to be neighborhoods with Sephardim. But really, there's no secret to them - just buy a jelly donut at Krispy Kreme and save yourself the shlep. It's the same thing.
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