Ribs. Glorious, Moist, Fall off the Bone Ribs.

Saturday I woke up feeling good. I had a nice work week which ended with pie success. i decided to reward myself, with food, what else? I wanted ribs, of the baby back persuasion. I had never made ribs before, so after an hour of research, I hopped on my bike and went down to the Meat Hook. I bought all the necessary accoutrements to make said ribs and a homemade sauce, biked home and invited a few friends over.

I decided to put a dry rub on the ribs and let them marinate a few hours. This rub consisted of cinnamon, paprika, cayenne pepper, garlic powder and brown sugar. I massaged the ingredients into the meat, wrapped them in plastic and placed them on a baking sheet in the fridge. I then busied myself with the sauce.

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I made a Strawberry Pie for Littleneck. It will be on sale tonight!! Come buy a slice from me at the bar. Also, you can get clam rolls and fries and oysters and beer and… Bonus- sikkk jams will be playing!

I made a Strawberry Pie for Littleneck. It will be on sale tonight!! Come buy a slice from me at the bar. Also, you can get clam rolls and fries and oysters and beer and…

Bonus- sikkk jams will be playing!

My new found obsession with Mister SofteeWhen I moved to Bushwick 4 and half years ago I encountered something I hadn’t been subjected to in 15 years, the ice cream man. (Raleigh, NC isn’t really an ice cream truck friendly town…at least not where I lived.) Every day of the warmer months, the Mister Softee guy (or another off brand ice cream) would go down my block. It seemed like he parked on my block for hours, the Mister Softee song, “Mister Softee (Jingle and Chimes), was incessant. It got so annoying at times, I entertained the idea of calling the cops as I heard the guys were supposed to turn the music off if they were going to park. I never did though.  My husband and I decided that this was the song that played in our dog’s head all day (he’s kind of a doofus). We imagine Hank trotting along to the jingle, without a care in the world. We stayed in Bushwick for 3 years, but the last year I barely noticed the ice cream man and his song. It was probably because all I could hear was the horrible techno music our new neighbors were playing at all hours of the day. We have been living in Greenpoint for the last year and a half and I still didn’t really notice it again until now…and now all I want is soft serve ice cream. In the past, I always admired the trucks but now I can’t stop photographing them. They have amazing fonts and illustrations all over them. Just look at my pictures. I also have no problem with the song now. I anticipate it every day the sun is shining. It makes me reminisce about my days as a youngster in Miami. I loved going to TCBY and getting a chocolate soft serve with mini chocolate chips on top. I also refused to eat any cake that wasn’t an ice cream cake or a cookie cake.  I wonder what these people do during winter? How can I become an ice cream woman? It’s probably a super fun job and you get to make people happy with sugary treats. Anyway, here is a link to some history about the jingle. When you hear it, run out and treat yo’self.

My new found obsession with Mister Softee
When I moved to Bushwick 4 and half years ago I encountered something I hadn’t been subjected to in 15 years, the ice cream man. (Raleigh, NC isn’t really an ice cream truck friendly town…at least not where I lived.) Every day of the warmer months, the Mister Softee guy (or another off brand ice cream) would go down my block. It seemed like he parked on my block for hours, the Mister Softee song, “Mister Softee (Jingle and Chimes), was incessant. It got so annoying at times, I entertained the idea of calling the cops as I heard the guys were supposed to turn the music off if they were going to park. I never did though.  My husband and I decided that this was the song that played in our dog’s head all day (he’s kind of a doofus). We imagine Hank trotting along to the jingle, without a care in the world.

We stayed in Bushwick for 3 years, but the last year I barely noticed the ice cream man and his song. It was probably because all I could hear was the horrible techno music our new neighbors were playing at all hours of the day. We have been living in Greenpoint for the last year and a half and I still didn’t really notice it again until now…and now all I want is soft serve ice cream.

In the past, I always admired the trucks but now I can’t stop photographing them. They have amazing fonts and illustrations all over them. Just look at my pictures. I also have no problem with the song now. I anticipate it every day the sun is shining. It makes me reminisce about my days as a youngster in Miami. I loved going to TCBY and getting a chocolate soft serve with mini chocolate chips on top. I also refused to eat any cake that wasn’t an ice cream cake or a cookie cake.  I wonder what these people do during winter? How can I become an ice cream woman? It’s probably a super fun job and you get to make people happy with sugary treats. Anyway, here is a link to some history about the jingle. When you hear it, run out and treat yo’self.

May’s Cake. (Sir) Lord Baltimore.

   

I have been watching every Simpson episode for the last few months. (I am now on season 13!) What does this have to do with cake, you may ask? Well, there came an episode where Agnes Skinner is showing Bart some pictures of cake in an album she has. She is going on and on about cakes and finally Bart asks if she actually has any cake in the house. She cries, “Oh my no! Too sweet!” and then tells Bart he can take one of her pictures home. He chooses the one of the Lady Baltimore cake. She of course yells at him and tells him he can’t have that one.

Anyway, this reminded me of Lady and Lord Baltimore cakes and I decided to make one. Of course I picked the Lord version as Sir Lord Baltimore is one of the most kick ass bands of all times. But who was this Lord Baltimore? There were actually two Lord Baltimores, George and his son Cecil. They were both British subjects that were awarded land in the New World. When Cecil created the colony of Maryland, he formed it based on the ideas of freedom of religion and separation of church and state. Nicely done. Now onto the cake…

  

Lord Baltimore cake is a yellow cake with a fruit and nut filling covered in an boiled frosting. It was created to use up the leftover egg yolks from Lady Baltimore cake. For this reason, both cakes are often made at the same time. However, I only made the Lord and have saved the egg whites for use in the wedding cake I am making next month. Both cakes use a boiled frosting and have a fruit and nut filling. This filling also played a role in which cake I chose as I vastly preferred the Lord Baltimore filling of macaroons, pecans and cherries to the Lady’s raisins (yuck), figs (yuck to dried figs, yum! to fresh ones) and nuts.

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N.O.P.D.

That stands for New Orleans Police Dept, of course. But what I see is No PD, which is basically what it seems like in New Orleans. I don’t think I saw one cop while I was there and it is semi lawless. There’s gambling, strippers (and prostitutes, I assume), drinking in the streets and loud noise all the time. Lawless.

What we ate in New Orleans… including Hubigs Pies, Pralines, Hot Sauce, Oyster Po Boy, Beignets and Cafe au Lait, Crawdads, Muffeletta, Oysters, Crab Claws and Barqs and an Almond Sno Ball! Not pictured: Super dank burger from Port of Call, Sazerac (drink really) from Antoines, Gumbo, Incredibly delicious barbeque from The Joint- get the ribs!!! and two meals from Elizabeth’s including fried green tomatoes and eggs and a shrimp po boy with praline bacon.

What we ate in New Orleans…

including Hubigs Pies, Pralines, Hot Sauce, Oyster Po Boy, Beignets and Cafe au Lait, Crawdads, Muffeletta, Oysters, Crab Claws and Barqs and an Almond Sno Ball!

Not pictured: Super dank burger from Port of Call, Sazerac (drink really) from Antoines, Gumbo, Incredibly delicious barbeque from The Joint- get the ribs!!! and two meals from Elizabeth’s including fried green tomatoes and eggs and a shrimp po boy with praline bacon.

Vidal Sassoon was a legendary man. He changed the way hair is cut and styled and because of him, us ladies don’t have to use 5,000 gallons of hairspray a year to make beehives everyday. If you haven’t seen the documentary on him, I highly recommend it. RIP.

Vidal Sassoon was a legendary man. He changed the way hair is cut and styled and because of him, us ladies don’t have to use 5,000 gallons of hairspray a year to make beehives everyday. If you haven’t seen the documentary on him, I highly recommend it. RIP.

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Episode 15 in my series Bands who have impeccable taste and take pride in their album artwork I am currently in New Orleans waiting for Toddski to get up (It is his birthday today) so we can go get beignets. I am starving!!! But since I have a little time to kill, I figure I will make my monthly post. This month I have gone with the band Supertramp, a prog-rock (later more pop rock) band from 1970s Britain. Surely, you all have seen the first album in my picture above. Breakfast in America is their most successful album, with such awesome jams as, Goodbye Stranger, Take the Long Way Home and The Logical Song. This album cover is one of my favorites ever. The expression on the waitress’ face is classic, I also like how the person looking at the scene is “in an airplane”. The background is the best part. At first glance, it looks like NYC, America’s most iconic city. But when you look closer, you see the buildings are really diner staples; salt and pepper shakers, creamers, etc. Really an amazing image. I don’t know much Supertramp beyond this superhit record but I really like the covers of these other two albums. The middle one is called Crisis? What crisis? The image is quite haunting yet funny to me. The (what looks like) post war background of a dilapidated factory town in black and white, contrasted with the bright portrait of a man sunbathing. He doesn’t give a fuck what just happened. He is gonna sit there with his sex on the beach a relax. The one on the end I just like because they had the balls to put some tits on a cover (early in their career at that) but in some way it doesn’t seem sexual to me. The record is called Indelibly Stamped. The photo is more about this chicks’ tattoos (sweet ones- if you ask me) than her boobs. It’s just a play on the name…as with the other two. This band really takes their album names to heart. They put their art where their mouth is.

Episode 15 in my series Bands who have impeccable taste and take pride in their album artwork

I am currently in New Orleans waiting for Toddski to get up (It is his birthday today) so we can go get beignets. I am starving!!! But since I have a little time to kill, I figure I will make my monthly post. This month I have gone with the band Supertramp, a prog-rock (later more pop rock) band from 1970s Britain.

Surely, you all have seen the first album in my picture above. Breakfast in America is their most successful album, with such awesome jams as, Goodbye Stranger, Take the Long Way Home and The Logical Song. This album cover is one of my favorites ever. The expression on the waitress’ face is classic, I also like how the person looking at the scene is “in an airplane”. The background is the best part. At first glance, it looks like NYC, America’s most iconic city. But when you look closer, you see the buildings are really diner staples; salt and pepper shakers, creamers, etc. Really an amazing image.

I don’t know much Supertramp beyond this superhit record but I really like the covers of these other two albums. The middle one is called Crisis? What crisis? The image is quite haunting yet funny to me. The (what looks like) post war background of a dilapidated factory town in black and white, contrasted with the bright portrait of a man sunbathing. He doesn’t give a fuck what just happened. He is gonna sit there with his sex on the beach a relax.

The one on the end I just like because they had the balls to put some tits on a cover (early in their career at that) but in some way it doesn’t seem sexual to me. The record is called Indelibly Stamped. The photo is more about this chicks’ tattoos (sweet ones- if you ask me) than her boobs. It’s just a play on the name…as with the other two. This band really takes their album names to heart. They put their art where their mouth is.

I could really use one of these coffee milkshakes from Coffee Supreme in New Zealand right about now…and I want one of those adorable cups.

I could really use one of these coffee milkshakes from Coffee Supreme in New Zealand right about now…and I want one of those adorable cups.

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