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Get “Social” to Get Gifts

December 22, 2010 By admin Filed Under: Shop Local

It’s gift-buying season again and, if you’re like me, it’s an anxiety-inducing time. That’s because I don’t consider myself particularly good at buying thoughtful gifts, nor at finding bargains. I want nothing more during the holiday season than shopping help. As I surfed the Web recently and thought about how to write a gift guide given this predicament, I saw something I hadn’t before: an increasing number of Park Slope business are using social media sites to guide shoppers and gift givers. All we need is a smart phone or access to the Internet and we can walk the streets of Park Slope following Google maps, Twitter posts, Facebook updates and store blogs to the latest deal or unique present. With that in mind, I reached out to local businesses asking what we will find on the “social network” and in stores this holiday season. Here’s a guide to some of the gifts and online assistance you’ll find.

Not surprisingly, there are many options when buying for a woman. Check out a. cheng Shop Inc. for subtle, stylish clothing, as owner Alice Cheng describes the wares at her Fifth Avenue boutique. “I source all the fabrics for our collection in Japan and Europe and design the a. cheng line. We also get new deliveries every week.” When asked for a gift recommendation, Alice suggested the “Marla sweater with pointelle stitch yoke . Romantic and dramatic.” It’s a stylish item that will stand out and remind the special women in your lives of you. For product updates and event announcements, visit a. cheng’s Facebook and blog pages. Join the mailing list online at www.achengshop.com – all newsletter recipients receive an extra 10% discount.

For handmade accessories and clothing created by local New York designers, visit Eidolon. Eleven years after opening Eidelon, the first boutique to set up shop on Fifth Avenue, owners Amara and Mimi have proven their ability to spot up-and-coming trends and run a sound business. When I emailed asking for gift ideas, Amara and Mimi replied, “we have some great hand-knit items; leather handbags in olive, brown and black; and we always do great with our socks as gifts (although not handmade). Our jewelry selection is abundant and unique, and the prices are reasonable.” Also check out the shop’s selection of colorful print dresses and new line of Fidji shoes and boots from Portugal. Visit Eidolon’s Facebook page to view photos of new arrivals and special promotion announcements. The best way to receive coupons and sale alerts, however, is to join Eidolon’s email list by visiting the store or emailing eidolonbklyn@earthlink.net.

For everyday deals, there’s nothing quite like rummaging through a good old thrift store. Beacon Closet is a great place to buy, sell and trade vintage and modern clothing. “Many people don’t realize that there is always a 50%-off sale going on for items that have been in the shop for over two months, and that our stock changes by the hour,” said Beacon Closet’s co-owner Carrie Peterson. Purchase gift certificates as stocking stuffers or, for $12, choose from “a small selection of new jewelry, little sterling and gold plated owl earrings,” suggests Carrie. For gift givers who simply need shopping money, trade in your own fall and winter items for holiday cash. You’ll find Beacon’s Closet on Fifth Avenue, online and also on various social media sites, where the store posts its new looks and seasons.

Ask Alison Houtte, owner of Hooti Couture, for gift ideas and you’ll receive guidance galore and a wonderful glimpse into her enthusiasm for the job. Located on Flatbush Avenue, her shop has been in business for 13 years. What many don’t realize about Hootie Couture is that it “is extremely reasonable and prices are negotiable,” says Alison. “Lots of people think that we are only a high-end shop,” but in reality it sells gifts that cost as little as $5 and are appropriate for a clientele that ranges from 12- to 85-years-old. Find everything from cocktail rings, costume jewelry and holiday broaches (starting at $5-$10 and going up to $45-$50) to men’s cuff links ($10-$15), vintage tie clips ($5-$10), baby head hats, head bands ($5) and evening bags for black tie events and New Year’s Eve parties ($85-$250). Men usually purchase vintage jewelry sets as presents. “One customer comes in every year to buy jewelry that we wrap in vintage handkerchiefs for his wife.” Check its Facebook page for shout-outs about sales, specials and new shipments.

Calling all parents: Area Kids describes itself as “a funky, fun, unique and friendly place to shop with or for your kids, with great deals and an even better selection!” It has a strong following throughout Brooklyn, New York City, and even beyond. Presents for the little ones range from “big” items like Schoenhut Pianos, Bruder trucks, and Xootr scooters to more manageable ones such as Sophie the Giraffe, stocking stuffers, and a large selection of clothing. Its clothing lines include Tea Collection, Appaman, Trumpette and the more local BrooklynRock. Area Kids constantly updates its blog and Facebook page with new items, deals, events and promotions. Also visit its Facebook page to make suggestions to the owners or read what other customers are saying. One last tidbit: Area Kids gift wraps free of charge!

For gift recipients who prefer plant life to toys, there’s Root Stock & Quade, run by John Rattigan and Kerry Quade. It’s off the Park Slope “beaten trail” on Myrtle Avenue (in Fort Greene), but in Kerry’s words, customers can expect to find an “ultra hip flower and plant shop, cool urban gardens, beautiful but edgy bouquets, amazing events.” Kerry and John are artists in their own right. Kerry works with both flowers and molten metal, spending spends days creating fresh florals and evenings designing environmental installations and mixed media 2-D work (check out Facebook @ Quade Handmade for details). John creates outdoor living spaces and, off-season, uses his talent for combining colors to transform interiors. One holiday gift idea is to schedule a consultation with John; email him at john@rootstockquade.com. Also ask about the “Handmade Holiday” menu that offers soaps by Stella Marie Soap Company, Candles by Aunt Sadie’s, small works by Kerry Quade and items by other local artists. Follow the shop on Facebook and Twitter to learn about daily deals, the latest news and class schedules.

Home decorations and furnishings are also available at 3r Living. The eco-friendly home and lifestyle store was located on Fifth Avenue for six years. In February 2010, however, it moved entirely and solely online to 3rliving.com. “Although we are now an internet business, we are still the same small store that Park Slope was familiar with. We are completely focused on eco-friendly products for your home and lifestyle,” says co-owner Mark Caserta. When searching for presents, keep in mind that 3r living is constantly bringing in new products, so it’s best to check the Web site often. Best of all, devoted followers on Facebook and Twitter are likely to receive Park Slope-only deals for the neighborhood.

Wine and alcohol are usually hits with gift recipients who are friends. Head to Slope Cellars to find high-end French, Italian and German wines cellared at the shop. Another gift idea is “magnums of grower Champagne,” says manager Patty Lenartz, as well as “gift certificates, Spiegelau stemware, Built wine totes and we can customize a wine-of-the-month club for anyone.” Visit the store’s Facebook page for announcements about its tastings, usually held on Fridays and Saturdays.

Friends and loved ones may also enjoy receiving a print, picture framing and/or conservation service from Brooklyn Frame Works. When I contacted the store for ideas for presents, co-owner George Winter replied by email: “during the holidays we sell more of our ‘Brooklyn’ print by Ork Design, ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’ prints, original subway maps and other Brooklyn-themed maps and prints.” Personally, I can’t think of anything better for a proud borough resident. Also look out for holiday sales on the store’s newest antique and modern prints. Shoppers can visit its Facebook page for upcoming events and promotions.

In my family, presents from Lion in the Sun of Park Slope would be popular because my relatives are still fans (and I don’t mean “fans” in the Facebook way) of printed materials. This paperie stocks a unique selection of cards, stationery, wrap, notebooks and paper related gifts, and also specializes in custom printed goods for all occasions. According to co-owner Melinda Morris, popular holiday items include the shop’s seasonal greetings cards: “we carry a lot of small independent artists and Brooklyn- and New York-inspired designs and those are always very hot items.” Check out its blog and Facebook postings to view the shop’s new items, latest favorite invitation designs and clients’ real weddings invitations. Follow Lion in the Sun on Twitter to learn about new arrivals or simply to read “our general musings of the day.” Also sign up for the store newsletter to receive special notices about sales and promotions.

Finally, I will end this article with advice from Melinda at Lion in the Sun: “Don’t underestimate the power of sending a personal holiday card. I think Facebook and Twitter are great ways to keep up with friends, family, colleagues and clients, but nothing replaces the thoughtfulness of a personal hand-written holiday card that shows someone you are thinking of them. It’s a little effort that really goes a long way!” Stressful as it is for someone like me (i.e., an insecure gift giver) to hear those words, I know them to be true – I need to put in more than the minimal effort if I want family and friends to feel appreciated. Here’s to adding a personal touch to our gifts this holiday season and to turning to Park Slope’s store owners for help, both online and off!

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Virtual Brooklyn: The Borough and Its Blogs

December 22, 2010 By admin Filed Under: Community

Brooklyn pride runs deep. It’s evident in the quantity of t-shirts touting slogans like “Made in Brooklyn” or digits like “11215”, or simple letters, like “F”, which hold meaning only to the chosen ones. That Brooklyn pride has extended beyond the corner bodegas and health food stores to a place without limit, a place without zip code, a place we call cyberspace. Once you start looking online, you’ll find as many people blogging about Brooklyn as you will skinny jeans in Williamsburg. Their expertise ranges from health food to hot dogs, it’s up to the minute, and it’s open for discussion. The blogging community brings a whole new dimension to the borough – one where we can share our likes, our dislikes, our common ground, and our differences. All under the comforting veil of anonymity that a screen name like FunnyBunny718 can create.

Blogs are like the meeting ground between print media and front stoop conversation. They can be eloquent or biting as a magazine article, but they retain the currency of a conversation over a morning cup of coffee. Blogs are happening today, they are unedited, and they are uncensored. They are the opinions of your neighbors and they open up the thread for community discussions. And Brooklyn blogs, like Brooklyn residents, range in style and substance from efficient purveyors of pertinent information to lyrical meanderings of subjective opinions. Whatever blog you follow, you’ll find a community within the community, and it will open you up to Brooklyn in a whole new way.

“It aint easy,” Tupac once said, and those of us trying to feed our art while we feed ourselves know it’s true. Brooklyn may be the place to be, but that has also made it a hard place to be poor. The goal of Brokelyn.com is to make it a little easier to have fun and live well even if you don’t have money. “We’re trying to take the shame out of not having money,” says Faye Penn, who started the blog in May of 2008. “We’re an upbeat recession blog that aims to show readers how to explore new ways to have fun in Brooklyn with less money.” Brokelyn did a great Staycation series mapping out an entire weekend in Brooklyn for those of us who couldn’t afford to get away last summer. From fishing out in Sheepshead Bay to riding the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island, Brokelyn.com shows that you can make a vacation in your own backyard. You can also find tips on the best places to get cheap clothes from expensive designers and the best diners in the borough.

Brokelyn has not been without controversy, however. When Penn posted directions on how to get food stamps, there was a major debate. Some people thought it was encouraging freeloading, but Penn argued that food stamps are there to help people who can’t afford food on their own. The no-insurance guide posted on Brokelyn also got people’s emotions running high. “People get really worked up about certain things,” Penn says. “The Food Co-Op in Park Slope gets people really worked up, and so does hair. Especially curly hair.”

In working on this blog, Penn has found a lot of people with cheap secrets they want to share. And especially now, with the economy in the toilet, her blog has become extremely relevant. “Brooklyn has changed,” she says. “Conversations used to be about renovations, and now they’re about dumpster diving and DVD swaps. We’re just sharing clever, fun ways to survive the recession.”

Brooklyn is a city unto itself, and it does not belong in any shadow, not even Manhattan’s. Charles McVey, founder of NeverLeaveBrooklyn.com, set out on a mission to help Brooklyn residents discover that there is no need to go into Manhattan to find the rich cultural life. Rather, “Brooklyn has all we could possibly want to meet our cultural and lifestyle needs.” McVey grew up in Bed-Stuy, and he knew that Brooklyn had a lot of faces, all with something different to offer. But residents were isolated in their own neighborhoods. People in Park Slope didn’t know how to even get to Greenpoint, much less know what cafes to check out upon arrival. NeverLeaveBrooklyn helps residents broaden their Brooklyn horizons to see how much the borough truly has to offer. NeverLeaveBrooklyn shows up-to-the-minute information about music, art, fashion, food, and events in the borough. Broken down into neighborhoods, with unique information about each one, this site helps you access the spectrum of Brooklyn’s offerings. Since its inception in October of 2007, “Never Leave Brooklyn has grown in leaps and bounds,” says McVey. “It’s gone from posting events to posting lifestyle needs. For example, if we post something on a local DJ, instead of just saying there’s an event with this DJ, we’ll also post the music on the site so you can listen to it right there.” They also have exclusive interviews of artists and post links to other artists you might like. It’s a site that lifts the veil from some of the borough’s best kept secrets, revealing the talents right here in our own community.

Warning: if you get hooked on the following Brooklyn blog, clear your computer’s history before your mom uses it to check her email. Because when the words “Fucked in Park Slope “ get thrown in her face, she’s not going to believe it was for “research”. But truly, the site is only as devoted to human coitus as it is to weird advertisements on the F train and Almondine’s cheese-stuffed pretzels (which only have home delivery on Sundays).  FuckedinParkSlope.com (FIPS) was founded by Erica Reitman in November, 2008 in response to what she called a lack of “snarky Park Slope blogs.” The blog is a forum for cool people living in Park Slope, described in the FIPS dictionary as “ballers” and “breeders,” to “bitch about the stuff that bothers them.”  What it’s become is a hilarious, smart, and honest blog with witty contributers and an ever-growing following.

“The blog has completely turned my idea of community on its head,” says Erica. “Mostly because, for some reason, I had no idea what a cool, fun, rad community would come together over our little blog…It’s been awesome to discover that there is a loud, proud community out there of people just like us living it up in Park Slope.”
One of the oldest and most well-known blogs in the borough is BrooklynVegan.com, which surprisingly has very little to do with food or nutrition. For the most part, it’s a music blog, and it is dutifully followed by people all over New York City and in the greater music community. The founder, who goes by his screen name BrooklynVegan or BV, started this blog without much of a goal in mind. “I originally registered the domain name BrooklynVegan.com with the idea that I might make a website talking about vegan food options in Brooklyn. I just kept writing about music, though, and especially live music in Brooklyn. Before I knew it, the site had a following, the name stuck, and it just got bigger and bigger.” And big it is. BrooklynVegan has become a self-sustaining entity with lots of contributors. It features music news, coverage of events, and show listings, and even hosts its own series of live shows under the BrooklynVegan name. There’s a BrooklynVegan radio show on Sirius-XM, and people from far and wide follow the blog to hear new artists and explore diverse music. “Blogging is just a medium,” says BV. “The point is different for whoever is doing it, though they all have one thing in common: the ease of publishing content to the Internet.”

The blogs of Brooklyn are a reflection of the borough itself: they’re diverse, opinionated, and unapologetic. And because the blogs’ writers are often working for nothing but the sheer joy of it, you’ll find honest, biting accounts of life as we know it. Updated around the clock and available to anyone with computer access, blogs offer us an eagle eye of the borough. Whether it’s a suggestion for what to do this weekend, a passionate rant on the Food Co-Op, or a sense of community you’re looking for, you’ll find it all in the untamed world of cyberspace.

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Food Books

December 22, 2010 By admin Filed Under: Reviews

The New Brooklyn Cookbook

Melissa and Brendan Vaughan

Like a well-balanced meal, the carefully collected recipes and stories representing the food and people of the “new” Brooklyn cuisine, come together deliciously in The New Brooklyn Cookbook, by husband and wife team, Melissa and Brendan Vaughan. The sturdy 264 page volume, complete with a hand drawn Brooklyn map on inside covers, showcases 70 recipes from 31 Brooklyn restaurants, peppered with occasional vignettes sharing the stories of local food artisans churning out homespun treats such as granola, kimchee, pickles, and chocolate. The bulk of the cookbook is dedicated to the restaurants that have sprouted up over the past decade or so to create what the authors call the new cuisine of Brooklyn, powered by the gentrification of many neighborhoods in the borough and the slow food, farm-to table movement that characterizes many of the recipes and food goods in this book. However, the Vaughans don’t use buzzwords like “locovore,” or praise new fleeting food trends. Instead, their book is a work of love; of the people, food, and community that is authentically Brooklyn.

The Vaughans take the reader on a culinary journey through much of Brooklyn from the late 90’s through present day with the artisans and restaurants encompassing a dozen or so neighborhoods. To set this book apart from just a book of recipes, the authors dig deep to uncover the truth and passion driving each restaurateur and food artisan. The scope of recipes included in this collection varies from the familiar and comforting Braised Pork with Ricotta Dumplings to the brazen Steak and Eggs Korean Style. Vegetarian dishes have a respectable presence with such recipes as Soft Tofu with Broad Beans and Chile Bean Paste. The collection concludes with a mix of notable cocktails to be found in the borough such as the Nor’easter, a Brooklyn take on the classic Dark and Stormy.

In addition to stunning photographs of every dish in the book, recipes are written with clear, numbered steps, full ingredient lists for each component of the dish, and tips, reminders, variations, and explanations. Another immensely helpful feature is information on which market in Brooklyn to visit for hard to find ingredients. Save for a few odd or gastronomically adventurous ingredients such as octopus and calf’s tongue, the ingredient lists are refreshingly straightforward, simple, and seasonal. There is a brief section devoted to recommended kitchen equipment that will make many of these recipes easier; however, not every home cook will have pasta maker, digital food scale, or potato ricer. Finally, the book rounds out with a handy list of resources including the authors’ favorite shops, markets, pizza joints, food trucks and the like in the borough.

The stories and recipes showcased in this book will surely inspire weekend outings to any of the 31 restaurants featured to experience first-hand the masterful food preparation by some of the best chefs in Brooklyn. But, with this book in hand and a trip to the greenmarket later, you’ll be ready to create your own culinary masterpiece, at a fraction of the cost to boot.

Baked Explorations

Matt Lewis and Renato Poliafito

Check diets, and new dessert trends, at the door when delving into the newest addition to the Baked cookbook collection, Baked Explorations: Classic American Desserts Reinvented, by Matt Lewis and Renato Poliafito. Baked Explorations pays homage to classic, retro dessert dishes, many of which are heirloom, handwritten recipes from grandmother’s kitchen and the old church cookbook. These are, according to the authors, a collection of the most beloved dessert recipes from around the country. Lewis and Poliafito, owners of the highly acclaimed Baked Bakery in Red Hook, Brooklyn, scoured lands far and wide across the country to find the vintage recipes of yesteryears, dripping in Americana. When necessary, they bring them up to speed “Baked” style, all while still managing to hold each recipe’s integrity intact, not unlike how their cream cheese icing holds together a red velvet layer cake ever so delicately.

This impressive, if not elegant, hardback spans a touch over 200 pages including strikingly beautiful, drool-worthy photographs of roughly half the recipes. It tells the story of 75 classic American dishes representing all corners of the country, unearthing mysterious origins when possible, such as the lore behind Sawdust Pie. Lewis and Pioliafito find particular worth in sharing recipes, like grasshopper pie and chiffon cake, that have fallen out of vogue over the years, and have created updated versions like Grasshopper Bars made of brownie, peppermint butter cream, and rich dark chocolate ganache. There is a spattering of regional favorites like New York Crumb Cake and Heartland Turtle Bars mixed with rifts on classics like Banana Peanut Butter Pie and Almond Joy Tart to the downright weird Tomato Soup Cupcakes and completely unexpected Strawberry Jello Salad. And if you like the comfy flavor of malt, you’re in luck as it’s one of Lewis’ favorite ingredients and makes an appearance in several recipes.

Lewis is unapologetically lazy in his approach to baking, which ensures these recipes are for the most part unfussy. Keep in mind that many of the recipes have been altered to use a stand-up mixer, like a Kitchen Aid. Recipes are easy to follow, broken into manageable steps, and include insightful tips and variations in the “Baked Note” following most every recipe. Overall this is a must have for any baking enthusiast, foodie historian, or just plain anybody who likes to slip into the occasional sugar coma. And yes, they did sneak in their recipe for their own infamously, devilishly delicious Sweet and Salty Brownie.

Food Lovers Guide to Brooklyn

Sherri Eisenburg

Food writer, Sherri Eisenburg, has created a culinary guidebook for Brooklyn with her Food Lover’s Guide to Brooklyn. While not classifiable as a cookbook, this easy to travel with paperback is more of an all-things-food travel companion for the borough. This is a comprehensive resource divided by neighborhood to include what the author has determined to be the best of the best in restaurants, from old Brooklyn landmarks to new hipster hangouts, specialty food stores, markets, producers, food events, and recipes. One of the most fantastic aspects of the book is that is visits every corner of Brooklyn from Park Slope to Greenpoint and Bay Ridge to Brighton Beach, and everywhere in between. Eisenburg leaves no rock unturned, as long as there is something good to eat under it.

Although lacking showy font, glossy photographs, or color of any sort between the covers, this humble guidebook is a well thought out reference with a dizzying array of reviews; each larger neighborhood or grouping of smaller neighborhoods showcases between 11 and 58 food destinations. There is an easy to read numbered map of each neighborhood or region, along with a brief summary of the area, making it a respectable companion book for local and traveling foodies alike. The interesting facts and tidbits scattered throughout, such as the story behind Brooklyn pizza and the recent proliferation of food trucks parking in many neighborhoods will satisfy any food trivia enthusiast. Recipes from local businesses are limited to a mere eight, and include a mix of savory and sweet delicacies such as Salvatore Bklyn’s Ricotta, One Girl Cookies’ Fresh Apricot Cake, and Eton Chan’s Pork and Beef Dumplings.

The author includes a “Best of Brooklyn” section that lists her favorites in the borough ranging from doughnuts and coffee to dim sum and jerk chicken. If there is not already enough information packed tightly into 300 plus pages, Eisenburg squeezes in over a dozen food news and review sites to satiate the hungry, tech savvy foodie, including her Twitter handle, SherriNYC, in case you want to check her out. If you don’t know what that last part means, you’re better off just buying the book.

References:

  • Eisenburg, Sherri. Food Lovers Guide to Brooklyn. Morris Book Publishing, LLC. 2010.
  • Lewis, Matt and Poliafito, Renato. Baked Explorations. Stewart, Tabori & Chang. 2010.
  • Vaughan, Melissa and Vaughan, Brendan. The New Brooklyn Cookbook. HarperCollins Publishers. 2010.

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Two Sides of the Taste Buds

December 22, 2010 By admin Filed Under: Recipes

With its bright orange flesh and sweet flavor, butternut squash is an ideal ingredient for sweet and savory dishes. Rich in vitamins A and C, it is also a good source of fiber, potassium and magnesium. Choose squash that is free of blemishes, firm, and with a long neck. Perfect for a chilly weekend, pick up a fresh, local squash from the Saturday green market at Grand Army Plaza.  Fresh seasonal produce can also be found at Union Market.


THAI COCONUT SQUASH SOUP – Serves 4
A perfect antidote to winter, this soup combines coconut milk and Thai red curry with creamy butternut squash. Adjust spice level to suit your palate. Stop by Blue Apron Foods and pick up some butternut squash seed oil. Intense and nutty, this oil provides a great finish for this recipe.

3 tablespoons canola oil
1 large or 2 small onions, chopped
3 cloves garlic, chopped
1 large butternut squash, peeled,seeded and diced
3 1/2 cups chicken or vegetable stock
1 1/2 cups coconut milk
Thai red curry paste, to taste
Salt, to taste

Heat oil in a large pot. Add onions and cook till soft, about 5 minutes. Add garlic, then squash and toss. Add stock, coconut milk and 1 ½ teaspoons curry paste. You can add more paste after soup is puréed, if desired. Cover and cook for 35 minutes, or until squash is very tender. Purée till very smooth, taking care working with the hot liquid. Return to heat, season with salt and add more paste, if needed. Garnish with a drizzle of butternut squash seed oil.


BUTTERNUT SQUASH CLAFOUTI – Serves 8
Best described as a baked pancake, clafouti is a great cold weather dessert. Served warm, it is a cinch to put together and can be prepped in advance ensuring an easy assembly at the end of a meal. We’ve added roasted hazelnuts and crushed amaretti cookies to give texture to the silky base. Save prep time by using canned organic butternut squash purée from Union Market.

3/4 cup butternut squash purée
5 large eggs
3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup whole milk
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Pinch salt
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/3 cup chopped toasted hazelnuts
1/3 cup crushed amaretti cookies
Unsalted butter and sugar to prepare baking dish

If preparing squash purée, preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cut squash in half lengthwise, remove seeds, and place cut side down on a foil-lined baking tray. Roast for 1 1/2 hours, or until flesh is very tender. When cooled, scoop out flesh and purée till very smooth. Transfer to a cheese cloth-lined sieve and let drain for 1 hour.  Squeeze gently to remove excess liquid then measure 3/4 cup of the purée. In a food processor combine purée, eggs, sugar, milk, cream, vanilla, salt, and flour. Blend until smooth. Pass through a fine sieve and let rest for 1 hour. At this point you could refrigerate the batter for up to 24 hours. When ready to bake, brush a 9 inch pie plate with softened butter and sprinkle with a little sugar. Spread toasted hazelnuts and amaretti cookies on pie plate. Slowly pour batter over the nuts and cookies. Bake at 425 degrees for 12 minutes and then lower temperature to 375 degrees and bake for another 15 minutes, or until the middle is just set and does not jiggle when the pan is moved. Serve immediately, on its own or with ice cream.

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Holiday Survival Tactics

December 22, 2010 By admin Filed Under: Hypocrite's Almanac

Don’t get me wrong. There are some cute things about the holidays. I love babies in striped tights and dogs in Santa hats. I like how pretty the menorah looks on the eighth night and the breakfast sausage my mom makes on Christmas morning. So heart-warming… yet why on the day after Halloween do I always seem to wake up with a sore jaw. It could be from all the Bit O Honey’s I shoved in there the night before. But no. It’s more likely the increased grinding due to the anticipation of all the buying and wrapping and good memory making for my kids that I have to do over the next two months. It’s like I’m about to take a two month long shower of business, anxiety and regret that I’m not better at doing all the crap I have to do. So if you’re like me you need some coping mechanisms and strategies to make it through to Groundhog Day, well, you’re in luck. Years of experience have schooled me on a few survival tactics so I don’t get picked off by the holiday freakout sniper that lurks deep within my skin. You should follow these tips. Now, I won’t, of course, because if I did, what kind of hypocrite would I be?

1. Don’t get carried away with gift giving. One year I went a little loopy. I baked. A lot. And went to the container store and found little cookie tins and had my kids decorate labels. One snowy afternoon before the holidays we passed them out to the mail carrier, the guys at the parking garage, my kids teachers and the girls at our local coffee shop. We were met with pure unadulterated joy and gratitude which rendered my kids and me warm, fuzzy and holiday spirit possessed. Cut to the same time the following year: sinus infection, totally overcommitted and panicked about getting everything done in time for family visit to grandparents. I do not bake. Kids do not decorate labels. We do not cookie-gift the people in our lives that we appreciate. And I feel like poop. Although no one says anything, they might as well be screaming in my ear: “Where in the Hell is my cookie!?!” Lesson: If you have extra time over the holidays, resist the urge to go all Martha Stewart-y. You’ll become known as the cookie lady. It’s not a good thing.

2. This is not the time to diet. I swear to you, no one looks for love during the holidays. Singles seeking romance close up shop for four weeks as they muddle through to New Year’s. Even the recently coupled don’t log a lot of action hours in bed. The holidays are stressful times and most of us react to stress by putting large quantities and varieties of stuff in our mouth holes. Eggnog and goose. Fruitcake and stuffing. Glogg and chestnuts. These are not sexy combinations for your GI tract. You need to survive this period. Get in touch with your animal nature (minus all the hot animal sex). I hereby give you permission to stop shaving (everywhere), showering, and flossing. And ladies, forgo the Spanx. Let the flesh hang. No one’s looking—they’re too busy stuffing rum balls in their mouths. But… you gotta wear something. What!?! Next holiday tip, please!

3. Find yourself a holiday uniform. One of the biggest holiday stresses can be dressing yourself appropriately for the different events you’re required to attend. I have found that choosing one versatile outfit to wear to all parties is the way to go. How about a red jumpsuit with a red and white striped scarf? Or a blue canvas poncho with silver piping on the sides? You need festive, utilitarian and comfortable. One outfit, if chosen wisely, can be all that. Wear the same thing everyday for four weeks. Zip it up right before thanksgiving and pry it off New Year’s Eve. You could even do a striptease for Ryan Seacreast as the ball drops. What a great way to re-introduce yourself back into the dating world.

4. Give money to organizations that help people. Now, I’m no fan of people in general but I am not immune to the thought that Christmas sucks when you’re poor. I don’t mean, “Wish I could meet my friends in Mexico for New Year’s” poor. I mean Bob Crachet/Tiny Tim no-turkey poor. Give money to our local food bank and find the Toys for Tots place as soon as you can. I’m not here to make you feel bad, I’m genuinely happy about the new boots that you got half price. You deserve them. But since you had a little luck, give a little luck to people you’ll never meet. By now, you should have learned that no one deserves to be poor, especially children. Yeah, this list, particularly this number four thing, is a kind of a bummer – but think about kids, hospitals, land mines, and last wishes for just a second, write some damn checks, and move on to number five. Number five is much more fun.

5. Acquire a crush. A holiday crush is fun and inexpensive. Pick someone randomly that you see from time to time. It could be on the bus driver, the florist or the man who lies on the sidewalk with his head under the mailbox. You never have to act on it or tell a soul, the point is to let the crush thaw your frozen heart for the season so you don’t get all Scroogy. Allow it to work on your creative spirit. Write a song, construct a sculpture, choreograph a dance. Set your imagination free. Wonder where your crush is when you’re not seeing him/her. Read things that you would love to share with your crush. Go window shopping for the perfect present and then imagine how he/she would react when you gift it. Warning: Some of this imaginative play can make you Crazypants. Know the limits of your sanity. Most likely your crush does not want a shirt made out of your hair and fingernails. This is only a simple diversionary tactic to survive the holidays. January 2 your crush is rendered null and void. You can then pretend that she/he doesn’t exist and enjoy the lack of fallout.

6. Sneak naps whenever you can. Checking out during the day is a great stress eliminator. Take a short nap right after breakfast. Cereal in the teeth, the morning news and the weather report dancing around in your consciousness—a pretty great predictor of what the day has in store. Let that dirty day start without you. What’s that? You have a job and there’s no time for a morning nap? Then a tiny rest after lunch is a must. Finding a place to sleep in our busy, noisy city can be difficult. Waiting rooms in hospitals can be wonderful places for quick pick me ups. If you have some business in Red Hook, IKEA is the perfect location for a holiday blues busting siesta. At IKEA in the early afternoon a full or queen-size bed can be commandeered with little effort (read: none). Crate and Barrel on Houston and Broadway is can work but their high ratio of sales staff to customer begs you to be quick about it. I’d recommend a couch nap there.

7. Ignore the holidays completely. Though impossible for those with kids, it is an option. My friend Amy will attempt holiday denial this year so I’ll have a front row seat to gauge its effectiveness in stress reduction. It’s very salmon-upstream-y to ignore the holidays – difficult but not impossible. The poor thing spends a lot of time in Midtown so she’ll be busy crossing the streets to avoid the windows at Sak’s and Lord and Taylor’s not to mention skirting around that pretty large decorated evergreen at Rockefeller Plaza. But I predict Amy’s downfall will happen at a Christmas party after throwing back a glass of Beaujolais Nouveau. She’ll unconsciously be pulled to the piano to rescue the day by belting out the chorus of “What Child is This?” She’s a very good singer. I think she’ll be just fine if she doesn’t end up on YouTube ending her well-publicized denial experiment quite, well… publically.

Good luck with all this. I wish I could tell you it’s all going to be okay but I don’t know that and never will, because I’m not going to follow any of this advice myself. So just try to lay low. Have a very Merry whatever you celebrate. And if you’re ignoring the whole thing completely like my friend Amy, happy last month of the year. See you next time.

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LuLu’s World

December 13, 2010 By admin Filed Under: Shop Local

Brigitte Prat is the proprietor of the magical world that is LuLu’s. Her enthusiasm permeates all three of the unique experiences she has created on Fifth Avenue: LuLu’s Cuts and Toys, LuLu’s for Baby and LuLu’s Then & Now. Prat’s enchanting shops are not conjured out of thin air. She has spent her whole life in retail, including work in the French fashion industry. But it is her passion for her work that has made LuLu’s a neighborhood favorite, among both kids and their parents.

Prat cannot take all of the credit for her success. LuLu’s was her daughter’s idea, and so bears her name. Prat recalls when her daughter was three, and loved to get her hair cut at a salon just for kids on the Upper West Side. When they moved to Park Slope in 1998, Prat was surprised that LuLu’s favorite Saturday morning ritual could not be duplicated in the neighborhood. Another subway trip on the weekend was just not an option. With her daughter as inspiration, Prat’s interest in opening her own children’s salon increased, and she finally took the plunge in 2001.

The original LuLu’s Cuts and Toys was located on Fifth Avenue, between Second and Third streets. “There was no retail here then, and only one restaurant,” says Prat. “It’s amazing what Fifth Avenue has become.” LuLu’s was so successful that Prat expanded and moved north on Fifth Avenue, between Bergen and Dean streets, in 2004. The opening of the new space happened to coincide with the infamous MTA strike that winter. People who might normally have bypassed this stretch of Fifth Avenue now had to walk past. They bought locally, foregoing the big box stores across Atlantic Avenue. The stars aligned and, as Prat says, “It was a great opening!”

Prat muses, “I love kids, and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory has always been my favorite movie. I want LuLu’s to be like this.” Indeed, on a recent Sunday morning, LuLu’s Cuts and Toys is bustling. It bursts with toys, which fill every space and are stacked to the ceiling. Every mini barber chair is occupied; there is a line that nearly goes out the door. Prat loves that kids feel as if LuLu’s is “their” place, not their parents.’ One of the most rewarding aspects of her job is hearing that youngsters want to come back soon after getting their haircut. Prat, who also lives on the block, often sees children at the door, asking to go in. “It happens all the time,” she laughs. LuLu’s has become a destination, and Prat’s pint-sized clientele come from all over the borough; some even make the trip from Manhattan. LuLu’s Cuts and Toys now features five haircutters. “They all love what they do,” she says.

The LuLu’s empire has recently expanded and now includes LuLu’s for Baby and LuLu’s Then & Now. All three shops have this in common: their commitment to customer service. “Our goal is to make sure our customers’ needs are fulfilled, whether they are buying Play-Doh or a stroller,” Prat says. It is this type of personal attention that continues to make LuLu’s a go-to spot for savvy shoppers. LuLu’s for Baby is stocked with safe, non-toxic products that are made in the U.S. “I always try to find another price point for Park Slope’s diverse community,” she says, pointing out that quality baby products can be expensive; so LuLu’s offers options. LuLu’s for Baby carries baby supplies, such as carriers and bottles, not just toys and clothing. Prat knows that today’s parent is very knowledgeable about baby products, so her staff have to be just as informed. If requested, a specific product will often end up on LuLu’s shelves, but only after Prat has done her own background research. She says, “We have a lot of repeat customers who trust us.”

LuLu’s Then & Now is the newest emporium in Prat’s triumvirate. Then & Now is a resale store for gently-used clothing, books, toys and supplies, from newborn to age eight. Prat is joined by business partner Ann Marie Romanczyk on this latest enterprise, and the theme of recycling informs every aspect of the resale shop. Prat and her husbansd, an architect, found a way to re-use all existing fixtures and lighting in the space. Some fresh paint and a healthy dose of creativity did the rest. Fittingly, Then & Now does not provide any boutique extras such as wrapping, which also helps to keep prices low. The resale shop has been so popular that Prat has had to set appointments for parents looking to sell their “gently-used” items – and they are booked two weeks in advance. Quality, used designer items can be found for less than they would be new at a large retail store. Behind the register is a quirky mural of Queen Elizabeth that reads “Mom Save The Clothes,” a tongue-in-cheek homage to a Sex Pistols song. It’s an edgy witticism that sets Then & Now apart from the competition.

Brigitte Prat says she feels fortunate to be a member of Park Slope’s “incredible community that supports local shops.” She also loves the connections she has made with other nearby businesses. About the marvelous niche she has crafted in LuLu’s, Prat is “incredibly passionate. This is not a hobby, but how I choose to support my family.” It’s just this attitude that promises to keep the small-fry set entranced at LuLu’s. And that’s no hocus-pocus, just pure magic.

LuLu’s for Baby
44 5th Avenue
Brooklyn,NY 11217
718.399.2540
www.lulusforbaby.com

LuLu’s Cuts and Toys
48 5th Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11217
718.832.3732
www.luluscuts.com

LuLu’s Then & Now
75A 5th Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11217
718.398.LULU

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Brooklyn Cyclone

December 13, 2010 By admin Filed Under: Dispatches From Babyville

Brooklyn CycloneI’m a big, fat liar. An inadvertent one, to be fair, but five year-olds don’t make these subtle distinctions. My son thinks I’m a big, fat liar because I promised him a tornado would never hit New York and shortly thereafter we watched one whirl past his bedroom window. I can explain the concept of freak meteorological phenomena ‘til I’m blue in the face but it doesn’t change the fact that I now have about as much credibility as those wackos who still argue the earth is flat.

The Brooklyn cyclone, as wild as it was, wouldn’t have been that big a deal for our family except for one thing. My son just so happens to be terrified of tornadoes. It’s not the most common fear for a city kid, but then again, it’s not the least common either. Everybody’s scared of something, I like to tell him. Some kids are scared of dogs, others are scared of fire; some kids are scared of freight elevators and men with mustaches and those hand-dryers in bathrooms that blow air at you like they’re trying to rip your epidermis off.

“Everybody’s scared of something,” I reminded Giovanni, “And the great thing about what you’re scared of is that it’ll never happen in New York.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his brow furrowed.

“I’m positive,” I replied, “You get tornados in flat places, like Kansas or — “ I actually didn’t know where else you get tornados since the totality of my information was derived from The Wizard of Oz, “Or places like Kansas, “ I ventured, “Arkansas? No, maybe I’m thinking of Oklahoma.”

Giovanni looked skeptical.

“Places with prairies,” I continued assertively, “New York is neither flat nor does it boast many prairies, ergo, it cannot have a tornado.”

Now, if you’re either some sort of meteorological savant, or from the Mid-West, you’ll probably be quick to point out how flawed my theory is. But remember please, I’m a native New Yorker, with a self-obsessed sense of geography and this is the best I can do. It’s not particularly a point of pride for me to speak authoritatively about things I’ve only been exposed to through fictional movies from seventy-five years ago, but I’ve got a kid that asks a lot of questions and my response has got to work according to a “best guess” strategy, otherwise I’d be glued to Wikipedia.

“You promise?” Giovanni asked.

Like most modern parents, I am concerned with earning the trust of my kids, so I try not to make promises I can’t keep. But this one seemed pretty safe, like promising that the Boogieman wasn’t real.

“I promise.”

Just goes to show how much my word of honor counts for, because despite my promise, Giovanni kept right on worrying about the possibility of a twister in Park Slope. He’d bring it up almost every time there was a rainstorm: so it was not surprising when I picked him up from school one gray afternoon in late September and he asked, “Is there going to be a tornado today?”

I raised my eyebrows and said, “We’ve been over and over this, honey. There are no such things are tornados in New York. It’s just a little overcast.”

By the time we walked home, after my daughter’s ballet class, the sky had graduated from a little overcast to a foreboding gray. Still, it’d been threatening to rain all day with nary a drop and, as I reassured Giovanni, a little rain did not a thunderstorm make, so instead of heading straight home, we stopped at a playground close to home, where I instructed the children to exhaust themselves.

Giovanni consented to the fun begrudgingly but kept looking at the sky like a workaholic who won’t stop checking his Blackberry during dinner. And, just as he’d worried, the sky kept getting darker and darker until it was positively apocalyptic and Giovanni had to put his foot down:

“The sky is too dark,” he said, “We have to go home now.”

I sighed and went to find his sister who was bounding across the playground, throwing herself down the spiral slide headfirst, as unconcerned with the state of the sky as her brother was fixated on it. The only question she had about the lightening was, “Can I ride it?”

“Let’s just give it a few more minutes ‘til your sister’s tired out a bit,” I reasoned. “Look, we’re a block away from home, It’s not even raining yet.”

As if on cue, a clap of thunder sounded, followed by a flash of lightening. It was as if the sky was announcing “This is the final boarding call for flight MORON, to ANYWHERE BUT HERE.”

“I want to go home NOW!” Giovanni yelled,

Getting my hands on Stella required that I mount the playground apparatus and suffer the indignity of running up the slide and leaping across the shaky drawbridge, always ten steps behind her, because she is a speed demon, with particular emphasis on the demon part.

“This is NOT GOOD LISTENING!” I shrieked at her, over the thunder.

Meanwhile Giovanni was yelling prophecies like Nostradamus: “LISTEN TO ME! THERE IS GOING TO BE A TORNADO!”

“For the last time,” I yelled, ”There are NO TORNADOES IN PARK SLOPE!”

I finally caught Stella, stuffed her in the stroller and speed-walked home, just as it started to rain. As we rushed through our front door, I patted Giovanni on the head and said, patronizingly, “See that? Safe and sound.”

But Giovanni had already run to the window

“Mommy,” he said, his voice breathless, “come look.”

The sky was no longer a charming shade of Gotham-City-Gray, it was Crap-Is-Going-Seriously-Wrong Black. Flashes of lightening split the darkness over and over and a spectacular surround-sound thunder boomed.

Then, suddenly, we couldn’t see the neon lights of the stores across the street anymore, or the cars down below or anything. The very air in front of the window grew dense and dark. I’m no meteorologist or anything but when it looks like you can scoop a handful of air into your hands and made a ball of doom with it, it’s probably a pretty bad sign. Then, the black cloud which consumed the street began to howl so loudly that I got flat-out freaked-out. I closed the blinds, took the kids in the other room and distracted them with an impromptu tea party.

About a half hour later, David came home from work and told us that on his walk from the train he’d seen trees that had been uprooted, crushing cars, and that a man was blown down the stairs of the subway and was carried out on a stretcher.

“What was it?” I asked.

“T-o-r-n-a-d-o,” he spelled out.

“No. Freaking. Way.” I replied.

“What does that spell?” Giovanni asked.

“Are you kidding me?” I said, laughing at the insanity of it all.

“Taaar,” Giovanni ventured, “taar-ney-doo? What’s a tarneydoo?”

Then his eyes grew big, “Tornado? Does it spell tornado?”

“Umm.” I stammered, “Ummm.”

“That was really a tornado? Really?”

“Well, I don’t know for sure,” I answered, “I mean, I think they have to analyze the high-velocity …“

But he was not about to be dazzled and disoriented by my invented jibber-jabber, “You lied, Mommy,” he said, very matter-of-factly, “You said we can’t have tornadoes in New York.”

“I know I did, honey, but . . . but . . .” For once, I was at a loss for words.

“Mommy didn’t lie,” came David to the rescue, “There never had been a tornado in New York before. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime sort of thing. And, you know what else? Sometimes even Mommies make mistakes.”

But Giovanni didn’t look upset. In fact, he looked relieved.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he reassured us, “I feel better. I saw a real live tornado and it wasn’t so bad after all. Nobody’s house got picked up and blown away.”

“This is true,” I said, shooting David the “are-you-getting-this?” look.

We had a pleasant evening and the kids were A-OK, no problems going to sleep or off to school the next day. But when I went to tuck Giovanni in the next night, he said he had a question.

“Sure,” I said, “Shoot.”

“Are there volcanoes in New York?”

“That is a very good question,” I replied, flipping through my brain’s exceedingly slim volcano index – Vesuvius, Bali Ha-i, was Mount Fuji volcanic or was it just a regular mountain? — Then I took a deep breath and said: “I’m gonna have to get back to you on that.”

To read more of Nicole’s adventures in Mommyland, visit her blog A Mom Amok at http://amomamok.blogspot.com.

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Leisurely Exercise with the Right Rewards

September 21, 2010 By admin Filed Under: New Wave

It is with a heavy heart that I announce my retirement from yoga. I have never considered myself a Yogi and my yoga experience to date would best be described as, “scattered.”  I am confident that my decision to never unroll my yoga mat again is the right one. • I first got into yoga several years ago when I wanted to be fit, healthy and embrace a more meditative lifestyle. Unfortunately, I’m as flexible as an office chair, which is to say, not at all. My lack of flexibility and complete laziness caused each pose to become a cheapened custom one. Downward Facing Dog became Rug Pose (face down on the floor). Warrior Pose became I Can’t Go Any Further or My Pants Will Rip Pose. • While I have often felt comfortable cheating basic yoga techniques (chair pose isn’t meant to use an actual chair?), I decided to call it quits when I found out about Bikram yoga. It’s like regular yoga, but in a room that’s hot as hell. This completely negated the relaxed and lazy nature of yoga that I had embraced. To me, Bikram yoga is as off-putting as having an instructor who yells, “STRETCH IT, WUSS!!!” • Now, I will need to get my exercise through other means. Since I spent the summer draped over my AC unit, I need to get the move on this fall. Good thing there are so many places that beg to be checked-out in each corner of our neighborhood. I can walk from North Slope, to South Slope to the parts of 4th Ave people who don’t require a mechanic’s service have never seen. I can do the walking on my time and, best of all, I get to taste food and check out new hang-outs instead of telling people, “No, I REALLY can’t stretch any further.”

Dharma Yoga Brooklyn
Dharma Yoga Brooklyn

Too Bad I’m Retired
Great! As soon as I announce my retirement from yoga, a new place opens. I bet it’s got a weird shtick or makes you do an obscure yoga style like only doing poses inspired by artichokes. What? No? It focuses on classical styles for any level of student? The classes focus on different levels and cores such as postures, meditation, relaxation, chanting and philosophy? Well, I bet it’s one of those giant gyms with a million people in every class. No? It’s in a beautiful, sun-drenched space on the second floor of a building built in the 1850’s? The classes are small, casual and allow for a lot of attention from the instructors? It must be expensive, right? It’s donation based? Really? Just when you think you’re out, they pull you back in! Check out Dharma Yoga Brooklyn, the yoga studio with the most natural light at 82 6th Ave at Bergen. (718) 395-7632. www.dharmayogabrooklyn.com.

Branded Saloon
Branded Saloon

A Bar For the Wild West. You Bring the Wild.
You may claim to hate country music, but I bet you $5 you sing along to Friends in Low Places by Garth Brooks when it comes on at a bar. In many ways, Branded Saloon is the equivalent to that song. The country boys have been begging for a place like this and, chances are, you’ll enjoy it too. If you’re looking for a real deal saloon, that’s more San Antonio than speakeasy, set the GPS unit on your horse to the Branded Saloon for some decent bar grub, straight forward beers (they even have Lonestar beer) and a boot cut jeans attitude. It’s a good place to go and not just a good place to be seen. Only in New York could something like a straight-up saloon be thought of as a theme bar. I recommend checking out the downstairs pool table with its separate jukebox. Even the smallest group down there will make you feel like you’re having your own private party in the land of the armadillos instead of right on Vanderbilt. Relax…have a beer and enjoy the saloon style doors at Branded Saloon – 603 Vanderbilt Ave. (between St Marks Ave & Bergen St). (718) 484-8704

Rock Shop
Rock Shop

4th Ave Rocks
We all want the same thing: a place that’s perfect. A place that’s got a nice outside area for the days when the weather’s perfect (12 days a year), a breathy, relaxed, space indoors to play some pool, watch the game or just enjoy a beer. And a place to watch some good live music and get swept up in the energy of the night. Rock Shop, the new bar/venue/roof deck combo on 4th Ave has them all. The roof deck is both open and spacious. It’s a great place to mingle among friends and stumble into new ones. Inside, there are TVs everywhere and casual nooks to talk, watch or blend in. Downstairs, separated from the more laid back and toned down atmosphere is the space for pushing the decibels, an intimate performance space that breeds energy. Owned and operated by Michael Winsch, formerly of Bowery Ballroom, this club grantees to rock with former Bell House/Union Hall booker Jack (Skippy) McFadden bringing in the talent. Check out Rock Shop and it’s variety of ways to spend an evening at 249 4th Ave. (between President St & 5th Ave). (718) 230-5740.

Parkslope Eatery
Parkslope Eatery

Rotisseriechicken and Artisanbread
While the sign may confuse you (they spell Park Slope as one word) the advantages to having Parkslope Eatery open in the neighborhood are pretty clear. Just walk by and see the window full of artisan breads or the racks of beckoning rotisserie chicken to see what I mean. It’s not a breakfast place, it’s not a lunch place and it’s not a dinner or take out place. It’s all of the above and the variety is endless. Grab a breakfast sandwich in the a.m., grab a falafel in the afternoon or saddle up to what might be the best chicken in the neighborhood for dinner. It’s a European style cafe with the feel of something less pretentious. Grab some bread on your way home at the corner of 7th Ave and 4th Street.

Where “Everything” is an Acceptable Answer
Usually, when you ask an owner of a food establishment, “What’s good,” they will respond with, “Everything!” In almost every case, you should be immediately be skeptical. However, when you ask them at Bencotto, they might be right. Bencotto, has your traditional pizza joint fare, but mixed in with your slices of cheese and your house salads is an extra sense of quality that makes it feel like a meal and not just takeout. Two things worth your attention on the first trip are the stuffed garlic knots (chicken parmigiana) and their soon to be signature spinach and artichoke slice. Established by the same people who own Leone’s – the mozzarella supplier to most of your favorite restaurants in Brooklyn – this place has an easy to relax atmosphere with an open, clean and classic interior. Have a seat, enjoy your meal at Bencotto, 291 3rd Ave. (between Carroll St & President St). (718) 722-7200.

Oaxaca Revolucion de Taco
Oaxaca Revolucion de Taco

Not Pronounced, “OH-AH-ZA-CAH”
During my first job, I worked alongside a French guy. He talked about how he used to work for Coach (pronounced, CO-CH). However, because of his accent, it sounded like the name of the brand was “COTCH.” Against my better judgment, I assumed the name of the brand was pronounced as if it rhymed with botch. Yolks on me when 6 months later he gets me a job interview there and the manager had to tell me, “It’s hard to get a job at a place when you don’t know the name of the company.” So when it came time to pronounce the name Oaxaca Revolucion de Taco, I decided not to even attempt it. Well, have no fear, let the taco revolution begin at “WAH-HA-KAH”. Oaxaca’s sister store has been opened in Carroll Gardens for a while and it’s brought its low key style, but high octane taste tacos to the most active section of 4th Avenue. While many lament the inability to get good Mexican food in New York, Oaxaca puts its hat into the ring and, I gotta tell ya, it’s a pretty big hat. The tacos at Oaxaca have that extra level of taste that reveals the meaning of “subpar” with other tacos. Their choices range from carne asada (grilled steak), pollo guisado (stewed chicken), carnitas (braised pork), frijoles (bean and cheese), pescador (fish – heads up, it’s served cold) and a special taco that rotates frequently. Grab 3 tacos with a side of rice and beans for under $10 or take your meal into the cozy eating area they have there (BYOB, baby!).  Don’t feel like you have to stick with their tacos though. Their tortas rival any I’ve had. The revolution can be located at 250 Fourth Ave. (between President St. & Carroll St.). (718) 222-1122. www.oaxacatacos.com

Woodwork
Woodwork

A Hooligan Bar Non-Hooligans Can Enjoy
I know 2014 seems like a long ways away, but it will be here before you can say, “Remember Donovan’s goal?” When 2014 does roll around, remember this: the best place to watch the World Cup is Woodwork in Vanderbilt. However, by that time, you’ll already know this. Woodwork is a bar that is a new type of soccer bar. Gone are the days when soccer bars meant old men dranking pints of Guinness by the dozens in dark, dank, hooligan infested bars. Woodwork may have soccer at its core, but it doesn’t need the World Cup or crazed fans to survive. The lite fare available preaches sustainability and they don’t use factory farmed products. Even the sodas in their guns are conscious and lack corn syrup (brought to you by Boylan). Just the simple elegance of the bar should tell you the character of this place isn’t only for crazed futbol fans (the bar is made of reclaimed wood from a dairy farm in Massachusetts). However, this is not to say that soccer is nothing more than a byproduct of Woodwork. At all times they have soccer matches from around the world on their flat screens (“they play more than once every 4 years?”) and their giant pull down screen gets used for Wii FIFA soccer tournaments every Monday night. Is soccer in America here to stay? I don’t know, but I sure hope Woodwork is. Check out an English Premier League match at Woodwork and see why people are so intense about it (Woodwork and the game) at 583 Vanderbilt Ave. (between Pacific St & Dean St). (718) 857-5777. woodworkbk.com

’Cause All Inclusive Resorts Have Terrible Food
We should all go on casual dates more. Whether it’s date number 1 or date number 1,000, there’s a new place in town that has the right vibe for a great time without the sense of forced romanticism. Kaz An Nou is a French/French Caribbean styled place that offers delectable food offerings in a cozy, not trying to force the moment, space. The warm flavors mixed with the warm interior and energetic music makes it a great space to explore.  Translated to “our house” in Creole, Kaz An Nou has entrees that won’t require you and your date to go Dutch ($10 – $15) and the concise menu will give you a lot to mull over. For appetizers, it’s hard to pass up the stuffed avocado or the escargot (come on, be adventurous). The entrees are just as exciting as the Agoulou is a West Indian style burger with avocado salsa, choice of cheese and an optional fried egg (go for it!). My new favorite casual date spot is BYOB and is at 53 6th Ave. (between Dean St & Bergen St). (718) 938-3235. www.kazannou.com

I LOVE Being Spoiled
We’re so spoiled. We’re like a kid who gets a new toy every week and when we open a cool dart gun we say, “yeeaaaahhhh….I already have a dart gun.” Fortunately, we’re not spoiled with toys (actually, I might want to go back and change that to unfortunately), but we are spoiled by having lots of charming restaurants who are committed to locally farmed products, locally sourced dairy, meat and sustainable seafood. The good news is that Thistle Hill Tavern, the new gastropub with these values, comes into our neighborhood with something more than value.It comes in with style and a distinct taste all its own. In other words, this dart gun’s got a laser scope and an automatic reload feature. Owned and operated by David Massoni, John Bush, Chef Rebecca Weitzman and Fat Mike (yup, Fat Mike from NOFX) this gastropub is the type of place that would only open quietly in a place like Park Slope. The space itself is beyond charming as every inch is exquisitely designed in a style I’m deeming “Comfort Chic” (a la Bar Toto/Tano). They are open for Lunch/Brunch every day (can’t tell you how much I like the fact that they’re more lunch than brunch on the weekends) and have a great set of sophisticated cocktails to give any meal a little extra special twist. Order some fries so you make sure to get some of their homemade ketchup the next time you’re at Thistle Hill Tavern – 441 7th Ave. (between 15th St & 6th Ave). www.thistlehillbrooklyn.com

Where Norm Would Drink
More often than not, when you open a bar that’s not located in an easy accessible strip, there’s an urge to give that bar a “worth the effort” quality. That usually translates to gimmicks and lots of noise that covers the fact that if this bar was around the corner from you, you’d probably ignore it. Lowlands, the sister bar to Abilene in Carroll Gardens, however, has taken a different approach and opened a bar for locals to love on 3rd Avenue and 14th street. This dimly lit bar gives the interior a divy feel without the dingy connotations that usually accompany it. There aren’t any TVs so come to Lowlands if you’re feeling friendly and wanting to engage in conversations. The mirrored walls, the painted floors and the subtly interesting interior along with a dozen beers on draft at accommodating prices (happy hour is 5-8, $1 off each drink) are reason enough to find your way to this neighborhood joint. Also, the always friendly bartenders and the open patio in the back, which may be between 3rd and 4th Ave, but feels like a friend’s backyard, encourages an evening or afternoon of meandering conversations.Deep in the lowlands of the Slope is the comfortable place with the attitude you’ve been looking for. Check it out at 543 3rd Ave. (between 13th St & 14th St.). (347) 463-9458. www.lowlandsbar.com

Zora Space
Zora Space

If Only Van Gogh Lived in Park Slope
We’ve all had crazy ideas that our friends and family have told us to let go of. Thankfully, Zohreh’s husband didn’t. Through his “go for it” attitude, Zohreh got up and went for it and earlier this summer she opened Zora Space, an art/performance space/cafe. Zohreh’s mission statement is decidedly clear: to invite, inspire and promote all artists from every genre. She means it too. Zohreh (a fellow Park Sloper) is a former filmmaker who got tired of constant struggle to find an audience without a pushy publicist and wanted a space where an artist could find their audience more easily. Unlike many spaces, putting on a performance is something you apply for, not something you pay for. The shows are all donation based and every single penny donated goes to the artist who is performing. All that is asked for in return is for the artists to promote, promote, promote…and bring hungry/thirsty friends. The cafe (which just got its beer/wine license) helps keep the variety and depth of performances coming and keeps the mission statement genuine and in-tact. Swing by for a muffin (or 70) at 315 4th Ave (between 2nd & 3rd St). (718) 832-4870. zoraspace.com

Are You a Spooner?
Every once in a while my girlfriend and I try to meet up for lunch during the week. That’s when the tug o’ war begins. I try to get her to come uptown, she tries to get me to go downtown. Unfortunately, she’s got an ace in the whole when she mentions, “Afterwards, we could go to Jacques Torres by my office.” She knows I can’t resist their chocolate! Well, now I’ve got an ace in the hole. “Why don’t you come up here and then later tonight, when we’re back in our lovely neighborhood of Park Slope, we’ll go to Wickedspoon for some frozen yogurt and get Jacque Torres covered Cheerios as a topping.” Game. Set. FroYo!Wickedspoon shares a space with Atomic Wings and offers tasty frozen yogurt (in flavors such as plain, pomegranate, chocolate and red velvet) and the widest range in toppings of any yogurt place around. Toppings range from fudge covered graham crackers to wasabi peas to gummy bears to fruits of all kinds (blackberry, blueberry, kiwi, mango, etc., etc., etc.) They also have specialty toppings such as their balsamic sauce and their lemoncello sauce that leave the Pinkberry vs. Red Mango debate feeling a little unnecessary. Check out the Froyo and leave an idea for a wicked combination (if it gets on the menu, you’ll win an iPad) at 321 9th St. (between 5th Ave & 6th Ave). (347) 987-4810

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Teach Your Children Well

September 20, 2010 By admin Filed Under: Hypocrite's Almanac

Teach Your Children WellLike the last couple columns, this one is in two parts. I told you I was going to be more organized last time but because I’m a hypocrite and promise breaker I just can’t stay on one topic. I also think I should just shell out the co-pay for the ADHD formal diagnosis. That might make my life easier.  I joke about it enough. It would be cool to be certifiable and get a bunch of people off my back at the same time.

Man, the summer took a lot out of me. I’m a parent and I can’t afford camp the whole summer so I had to run what I call “MommyKampf” for four weeks. The activities vary from a trip to the Museum of Art and Design (one of the greatest museums in the city, by me) and a picnic lunch in Central Park to lying on the dirty carpet in the living room sorting buttons and eating the leftover Halloween candy which was just found in a keepsake box meant for first locks of hair and pre-school paintings. Kampf, like any poorly run camp, is subject to the whims of its director. If it rains, we watch too much television and fight.  If it’s too hot, we fight and watch too much television. Kampf is not perfect but it’s our camp and we don’t have to bother ourselves with updating a fancy website chock full of glowing testimonials. But since you asked, here’s a quote from one of our loyal campers: “It was pretty fun. I mean, sometimes it was super boring. But I liked when we did stuff. I liked hanging out with the dog and watching television. That was the best.”

Here’s what I learned at camp and what I am here to teach you this column. Teach your kids stuff. I don’t mean why Venus is Hotter than Mercury (totally true, dude). I mean teach them how to do useful stuff around the house. As MommyKamf ran on I got a little snappy and would yell out commands I remembered from my youth such as “Make Your Beds, Load the Dishwasher! Empty the Trash Cans!” At the end of the day, none of these chores were done and I demanded an explanation. I was met with blank faces. Then it hit me. My kids didn’t know how to do anything around the house. My bad. I had been too busy explaining the lifecycle of a walrus. Instead I should have taught them to stop and smell the laundry.

So this past summer I found myself giving morning classes in Home Maintenance. The bedmaking class was the most successful. They adopted the “make it while in it” approach with enthusiasm. I also threw in the “put your pajamas under your pillow” bonus lesson which they also seemed to enjoy. We practiced our new skills every morning.  After that routine was established I began offering a whole host of electives: Feed the Dog (in two easy steps), Laundry Sorting 101, Glass Cleaning (with emphasis on mirrors). All classes went remarkably well and when put in weekly rotation everyone seemed a whole lot happier knowing what was expected of them.

Kids actually like responsibility, and they also like being rewarded for it. Some parents do sticker charts and allowances. I prefer to borrow the old school phrase “earn your keep.” In the New York Magazine article about how parents hate their lives (I don’t, by the way, but I act like I do to get dates) it wasn’t too long ago that people had kids to get a little help around the house/farm/family business. Now, kids are like safety deposit boxes in which parents cram unfulfilled dreams, not too mention a ton of money to teach them stuff they never learned (e.g. karate, macrobiotic cooking, and Mandarin). Because we have a limited budget we’ve opted out of classes and substituted in “duties.” I decided not to call our new activities “chores.” “Chores” has a ring of medieval drudgery to it and “do your duties” has alternate connotation that any seven-year-old can appreciate. I even get the giggles when I shout it from my post at the kitchen sink. Try it with me. “DO YOUR DUTIES!” Fun, right?

Summary. Teach your kids stuff that helps you around the house. Everyone will be happier or at least you will be. And kid knows when mommy is happy she makes cookies or orders in Thai food. Sometimes she’ll even drink two beers at dinner and forget to make you brush your teeth. End of segment.

Segment two stems from the heaviest of hearts. Just as we were hitting our stride in the summer, we got sucker punched. A tragic sudden death—our beloved Gramma, my husband’s mother—brought us to our knees. The loss was epic for us all. She was a loving mother, a non-judgmental mother-in-law and the model grandmother. She could weather a 45-minute phone call from a toddler or a three-hour bounce house birthday party without a single complaint.

When death comes without warning, before mourning can begin, the shock must dissipate. This is a very painful process akin to the chemical-like burning experienced when frostbite toes thaw.  After they hit room temperature, our hearts then had to reconcile the tragic loss of a mother and a grandmother so deeply beloved. It sucked big time. It was and is a long and involved process.

Rumi said “The cure for the pain is in the pain.” And the pain is very real. When you lose someone dear to you, your chest feels constricted as if your heart is encased in concrete and has forgotten how to do its job. We were lucky. We had great support of family and friends. Sometimes people can feel like warm blankets wrapping you up, keeping you safe and warm. I have never been the one inside the blanket before. I was always the outsider, tentatively offering a weak “if there’s anything I can do, please call.” Death is one of the few things that connect us all. But if you haven’t experienced a significant loss it’s hard to know how to help those who are suffering.

Having been a mourner I thought I’d write this column about the crap you should not do to help those left behind. I’ll also add the stuff that helps too.

Here’s stuff that I thought was useless and sometimes maddening:  Any unsolicited therapy type advice. (This goes triple if you are just a business associate.) If you have suffered a loss, and did most of your mourning while watching Doris Day movies don’t presume what worked for you will work for the mourner. Stop telling us how to mourn. I’m serious. Stop talking. Our hearts are aching and you are making us mad. Offer your sympathy then send a plate of cookies to the house later on in the week.

The “better place” line. Maybe, but who the hell really knows? If it was a sudden death, it probably isn’t true. In our case, it’s unimaginable. She was adored by friends and family and had a great dog/house/car. She loved her life. Where’s better than that?

Telling the deceased grandkids some crazy story about where their Gramma is now: We told our kids that Gramma is dead. She’s not coming back. Then we answered questions, which were few. If you tell a four and seven-year-old that Gramma is now a star in the sky looking over them every night to make sure they are good girls and boys you will have to field the following questions:

Which star is she? Can she see when it’s raining out? Stars die. When will her star die? When it does, will there be another funeral in space? Does she know the moon? Do they have parties? That’s a lot of questions when you’re dealing with a lot of details already. Don’t offer explanations to the kids at the service. You might think you’re being helpful, but you’re not. Let the parents deal with the kids in their own way. That being said, do ask them about their Barbies or Silly Bandz.

Here are some things that were very helpful during the difficult time: Small diversions. Babies are great. So are puppies and invitations to weddings. Anything life affirming. Flowers, not so much. If you want to send flowers, send money instead to the dedicated charity. My mother-in-law’s charity was the ASPCA and when someone donates, we get a card with puppies and kitties looking out a window. This makes me smile.

Food later on in the week. You get tons of food in the beginning and then nothing. It’s nice if it’s spaced out a little. The amount doesn’t matter. Twenty servings of lasagna are nice but so is a loaf of banana bread. Seriously. It’s a huge comfort to know people are still thinking about you when you’re still thinking about your loss.

Space. If you don’t get called back or experience erratic behavior from a mourner, do not assume you did something wrong that needs apologizing or processing. Lower your expectations. Mourning takes time. Check in every once in a while but be gentle. I’m sure you know this intuitively but everyone mourns in their own way so it bears repeating. I often write this column as if I’m talking to a room full of idiots. I can’t help it, I’m a bitter jaded hypocrite. Not that you could tell by this month’s column. Death has dwarfed my tendency to do one thing and say another.  Life is precious. Hug your family and friends while you’re all still here.

Cripes. Got all soft on you there. Summary: 1. Teach your kids to do stuff so you don’t have to. 2. Life is short. See you next time.

Filed Under: Hypocrite's Almanac

Going Down?

September 20, 2010 By admin Filed Under: Dispatches From Babyville

Going DownI used to complain constantly about what a pain it was to live in a walk-up with two small children. But since moving into an elevator building, I have come to see that the pain in my behind was from the kids and not the stairs. As it turns out, it’s still a three-ring circus whenever we enter or exit our house, although for entirely different reasons. In fact, the elevator, which I’d counted on as a cure-all, has created problems of its own.

Don’t get me wrong: I love our elevator more than it is reasonable to love a steel box. But while it has liberated me from the physical burden of being a pack mule, it has saddled me with a mental strain. Walking up stairs is simple, one foot in front of the other, but riding an elevator, like any other situation in which you must share a confined space with strangers, requires your behavior to adhere to certain unspoken rules. Of course, there are always individuals who shrug off these conventions: on the subway these are the people that eat stinky, messy food or tell detailed stories about their sexual exploits or sing to the music on their headphones at full voice   On the elevator, these people are my children.

It works like this: as soon as the doors close on the elevator, a signal is released in my 3 and 5 year-old’s brains to say something odd, inappropriate or just really god-awful loud.

This might just be the uncouth sound of a bodily function, or the announcement of future body functions, as in, “I NEED TO DO A HUMONGOS POOP!”

But usually the off-putting words are spoken directly to our fellow passengers. The best case scenario is that Giovanni, my sociable son, will be friendly, super-friendly, so friendly it is almost an assault, like the time we stumbled upon a pretty middle-school girl in the elevator after-school.

“What’s your name?” Giovanni asked, instantly interested.

She was busy looking at her cell phone and didn’t hear him.

“What’s your name? What’s your name?” he repeated.

“GIRL!” shouted Stella, “Say your name, girl!” My kids have a serious good cop/ bad cop thing going on.

“Lauren,” she mumbled, staring at the elevator doors.

With this, Giovanni fired forth a barrage of questions, leaving nary an opportunity for her to answer: “How old are you? What school do you go to? Where’s your mother? What’s the number you live in?”

This last question, it was clear, was the most pressing, and he asked her again “What’s your number?”

“SAY YOUR NUMBER GIRL!” Stella shrieked.  .

Lauren, clearly wishing she’d taken the stairs, asked me, the official Crazy-English translator: “What do they mean?”

“What apartment number do you live in?’ I explained.

“Oh,” she answered as she stepped out on the 3rd floor:”3B.”

The doors closed again and Giovanni announced: “I am going to write that girl a letter and bring it to her house!”

I tried to dissuade him. I tried to distract him. But at the end of the day I walked him over to 3B and helped him slide an anonymous letter which read “her is a pictr av the sun. you r nis,” under her door, if that was, in fact, her real apartment number.

As elevator behavior goes, friendly advances from a five year-old, no matter how persistent, are generally beyond reproof. Where I get into trouble is with my daughter.

Stella looks like she just stepped off the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel: pale yellow hair, rosy cheeks – the whole nine yards. But when she opens her mouth, it’s a different story.

“What beautiful eyes!” people on the elevator often exclaim.

“I don’t like you!” she snaps back with venom, “Go away!”

This response usually works to paralyze her appreciators, but if they persist in making conversation, she’ll pull out the big guns: “You can’t talk to me!” “This is my elevator and you can’t be in it!” “You’re annoying!”

It’s not that she’s cranky or upset. In fact, she’s at her happiest when she is berating and scolding others in a small box from which there is no escape. I know this because of the grin which spreads over her impish face afterwards.

I’ve come to accept the fact that my daughter is, at present, just really, regularly unfriendly.  Ok, hostile. Ok, more belligerent than a drunk who’s been cut off.

This is shocking to me because I’m a people person. When I board an elevator (and I’m not doing damage control for Stella) I make light, palatable, diverting small talk, the conversational equivalent of muzak. I’m as amiable as a Southerner except I know when to stop talking. Yet, as with so much in parenting, this friendliness has caused a backlash in my daughter.

I’ve grown so accustomed to Stella’s gnarly, snarly elevator bit that when I see children who are perfectly nice to others for no reason whatsoever, I can’t help but conclude that they are either cuckoo for cocoa puffs or under the influence of Children’s Benadryl or a similar mind-altering substance.

One morning last week, I was rushing Stel off to school and we got on a crowded elevator. Among the many riders was a brother and sister, about Stella’s age, with their pregnant mother. I smiled at the children. The children smiled at me. The children smiled at Stella. Stella growled at them like a rabid dog. Then she informed me, “Betsy doesn’t like them!”

Betsy is Stella’s imaginary sister, and frankly she’s a bad influence. Where Stella is mischievous, Betsy is nefarious. Betsy has a lot of opinions about things and they all fall under the “I hate it” category. I am currently filing paperwork to have Betsy excommunicated from the family.

The little girl on the elevator had a nicely-maintained black bob and was wearing an adorable flower-print sundress, making me have second thoughts about how I’d allowed Stella to dress herself for school in pink penguin pajamas. She had been wearing a fetching frock this morning, but only because she’d put that on to sleep. She’s like an infant with her days and nights switched, only with wardrobe. But I’ve learned to pick my battles with this iron-willed child, and the battle at hand was over Stella’s habit of saying “Go away! I hate you!” to each and every person she encountered. She was under strict instructions not to direct the word “hate’ at anyone, period.

So now, I stood in the elevator, holding my breath and hoping we could make it to the lobby without an incident. But Stella said nothing, Instead it was the girl who spoke, turning to her brother and saying: “I love you, Jack.”

And little Jack said, “I love you too, Pearl.”

Everyone on the elevator, including me, oohed and ahhed. Who wouldn’t? It made your uterus hurt, it was so cute.

Encouraged by the response, Pearl went on: “I love Jack and I love my Daddy and I love my Mama!” she said, flinging her arms around her mother’s legs. Then she put her hand on her mother’s pregnant midsection and said, “Hello little baby! Hello! I’m your sister!”

Stella squinted her eyes and cocked her head, which I knew from experience did not bode well.

“Do you have a baby in your belly?” she asked the mother, innocently enough.

“Yes, I do,” the moms replied with a smile.

“Oh,” Stel answered thoughtfully: “I hate that baby.”

Every passenger on the elevator, including but not limited to Pearl, Jack, the mother, me, and probably the in-utero baby – gasped audibly.

“Stella!” I exclaimed.

To make matters worse, my daughter broke into a huge grin which stretched from one blond pigtail to the other.

Thankfully, at just that moment, the doors of the elevator opened and I bounded through them, exclaiming, “Sorry! So sorry!” over my shoulder.

Wasn’t the first, and won’t be the last time I have to make a hasty exit after a doozie like that. Though I’m inclined to make a big show of being shocked and aghast – you know the show I mean, where you exclaim loudly, “I don’t know WHERE you learned to talk like THAT! You know BETTER!” in defense of your parenting skills — I’ve learned it only fans the flame of bad behavior, so I try, whenever possible, to just let the mortification roll over me and subside, before reminding my daughter that it is not kind to tell a mother that you despise her fetus.

But it does make me remember fondly the days when we lived in a walk-up, where the only people who suffered in the freak-show of my family getting in and out of the house, was me. And so I’ve decided that until the reigning Mean Queen of the Elevator can soften that razor-sharp tongue of hers, we’re hoofing it up the stairs. Not only it is rehabilitating, it’s good for the glutes.

To read more of Nicole’s adventures in Mommyland – in and out of the elevator – visit her blog at amomamok.blogspot.com

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