New York City used to be a mecca for odd little shops. These dark, dusty emporia would be up or down flights of stairs, creaking wooden floorboards stretching back into promising shadows, low tin ceilings shedding lead paint flakes onto barrels of merchandise below.
The real estate boom swept most of these relics out of their rickety tenements, and then, wherever the landmarks commission didn’t dig in, swept away the buildings as well, in favor of bland blue glass condoliths with bright plastic bank branches on the ground floor.
Water Street, which formerly offered all the rope merchants, boarding houses and brothels an able-bodied seaman could desire, is now a canyon of office buildings. A few relics remain; one non-marine but redolently New York concern lasted from 1895 until just a few months ago:
In a follow-up to our latest food pr0n post about cauliflower, dewberry let us know in the Rumper Room how preparing the “dark matter” went for her:
By the way, I served the cauliflower tonight (with pork roast, biscuits and salad). I had roasted it with lemon and garlic and olive oil.
After tasting it, the littlest kid told me, “Mom…I do not like that white broccoli at all!” (And he loves broccoli) Then later, as he was scraping his plate, he said, “that cornyflower was simply terrible.”
Mr. dewberry and I quite liked it. We will see if more comes in this week’s produce basket.
Comment by dewberry on 04/26/09 at 09:48 PM
“Cornyflower.” That rocks in a million different ways…
MORE: Also via dewberry, we find out that the great cilantro debate isn’t only raging here at Rumproast. It’s spreading.
It’s Sunday, everybody dance. This song by King Khan & The Shrines was one of my favorite songs from last year and they just released a video for it. You can download an MP3 of the song here courtesy of Vice Records. Enjoy.
Anyway one of the things I do every year after the draft is wake up early on the Monday after and run a Google News search on the terms “football” and “like a sponge.” Then I count how many new NFL draftees in their initial conference calls with their new teams’ beat reporters say something along the lines of, “I’m just going to be like a sponge out there, soaking up whatever the coaches teach me.” Last year the number surpassed 20 for what I think was the first time. You tend to hear it more from the guys who have been coached a lot by agents, high draft picks especially, guys who need to be taught not to say things like, “I just can’t wait to sign my deal, buy an Escalade and get laid.”
He loves football, too. Is there any doubt that he’s the second coming of Hunter S. Thompson now?
We think you’re missing the point of this exercise, Jesse. The fairly simple idea here is to apply to you the same rules that you have repeatedly applied to others. So, as per the Jesse Watters School of Ambush Interviews, you no longer get to decide whether or not to answer our questions. It wasn’t up to Hendrik Hertzberg, or Amanda Terkel, or William Arkin, or a host of other people you ambushed. So now it’s not up to you.
This is going to be fun to watch.
RELATED: Our short Twitter run-in with Jesse the big fucking pussy here.
UPDATE: I was duped, along with a lot of other people. The Jesse Watters Twitter account is fake. D’oh! Well played, whoever was behind it.
A 23 million year old fossil from the Canadian Arctic has been discovered that has scientists buzzing! This is a fossil remnant of a transitional mammal that has not been seen before. It looked a lot like a seal except for one important difference. Instead of flippers it had front legs! It was a walking seal! This is an artist’s representation of how it might have looked:
A website about Puijila Darwini has been setup here.
The importance of Puijila is that it represents an evolutionary link between a mammal that once walked on land and one that now swims in the sea.
It represents a completely new genus and species, so the scientists who discovered it had to come up with an original name. Puijila is a derivation of a word in the Inuktitut language, which is spoken by the Native Americans who occupy Nunavut, the area of Canada where the fossil was found. It is a word that is generally used to refer to a young seal and is intended to honor the people of Nunavut whose support has been critical in to the success of archeological research in the area.
And don’t ask me how it’s pronounced. This site has a pronounciation guide plus lots more information. The Darwini piece you guys should be able to figure out.
Isn’t this stuff just so much more interesting than reading about the blatherings of Those Darn Republicans? Some days, anyway.
The Minnesota House of Representatives went insane last night. Chloe O’Brian from 24 introduced a “good government thing” (she really called it that) and then some guy from the podunks tried to amend her amendment and then everyone in the House turned into Shecky Greene. They all laughed their asses off and hinted about porn and then in the end poor Chloe was so embarrassed by it all that she withdrew her amendment and shot herself in the face. Or something like that. Maybe you can make sense of it. All I know is I’m glad I don’t live in Minnesota because their state government belongs in a clown car.
Here’s the latest addition to Rumproast’s ongoing and erratic food pr0n series. This entry comes to us from Rumproast’s resident comedic genius StrangeAppar8us. It’s a reprint of a comment he made in the Rumper Room (visit it, you must) in response to a query by dewberry as to how to prepare cauliflower. It was so damn funny and true that I asked Strange if I could front-page it. Enjoy.—Kevin K.
“Dark Matter” on Plate
Cauliflower is a mostly notational food—texture without essence, utility without passion, a strictly decorative rearrangement of dirt, water and sunlight. It is the “mercy fuck” of side-dishes—you only eat it because you feel so sorry for it.
Cheddar cheese, LOTS of melted cheddar cheese. Any heavy, opaque salad dressing or chive dip will also work.
If you have time, drench it in tempura batter, fry it, stick a paper parasol in it, garnish with litchi nut and lemon rinds…then set it out on the back porch and pray for raccoons.