CBGB, the birthÂplace of New York’s 1970s punk scene, closed in 2006, with PatÂti Smith headÂlinÂing the final show. It was the end of an era, anothÂer great New York instiÂtuÂtion shutÂting its doors.
As the tweet above from indie radio staÂtion WFMU sugÂgests, CBGB will be reinÂcarÂnatÂed apparÂentÂly as a restauÂrant in a Newark AirÂport terÂmiÂnal, with a menu offerÂing CheeseÂburgÂers, ChickÂen Wings, CapÂrese SalÂads, Seared TogÂaÂrashi Tuna, and Kobe Chili Dogs. The menu doesÂn’t seem to be shootÂing for authenÂticÂiÂty, but maybe, hopeÂfulÂly the bathÂrooms will.
DiaÂgeo, the disÂtiller of sinÂgle malt whiskies includÂing Lagavulin and Oban, has teamed up with Nick OfferÂman (actor, author, woodÂworkÂer and scotch enthuÂsiÂast) to creÂate a new video series called “My Tales of Whisky.” ApparÂentÂly the video series will be made in difÂferÂent styles, with difÂferÂent kinds of stoÂry lines. This one is pretÂty straightforward–just Nick sitÂting in front of a fire drinkÂing sinÂgle malt scotch (Lagavulin) for 45 minÂutes straight, simÂply starÂing and sayÂing nary a word. Tonight, maybe you can grab your own favorite libaÂtion, stare right back, and try not to blink.
I think we’ve all had moments when, belÂlyÂing up to our favorite sushi bar, we’ve watched the chef in action behind the counter and thought, “I wonÂder if I could do that?” Then we see a docÂuÂmenÂtary like Jiro Dreams of Sushi and think, “Well, no, I probÂaÂbly couldÂn’t do that.” Still, you don’t have to live, breathe, and dream sushi yourÂself to get someÂthing out of pracÂticÂing the craft, and if you want to get a hanÂdle on its basics right now, you could do much worse than watchÂing the video series Diaries of a MasÂter Sushi Chef.
HiroyuÂki TerÂaÂda, the masÂter sushi chef in quesÂtion, first learned the basics himÂself at home from his father, then conÂtinÂued his studÂies in KĹŤchi, on the JapanÂese island of Shikoku, then made a name for himÂself in AmerÂiÂca, at NoVe Kitchen and Bar in MiaÂmi.
If you realÂly want to start from square one, TerÂaÂda has also put togethÂer a four-part minisÂeries on makÂing sushi at home from groÂcery store ingreÂdiÂents. When you get those teachÂings down, you have only to pracÂtice — and pracÂtice, and pracÂtice, and pracÂtice some more. From there, you can also move on to TerÂada’s roll-speÂcifÂic videos, which teach how to make some of his more elabÂoÂrate creÂations: the crazy salmon roll, the uni temÂpuÂra monÂster roll, even someÂthing called the meat lover’s roll. Would Jiro approve? Maybe not, but the MiaÂmi nightlife crowd cerÂtainÂly seems to.
“The DepresÂsion was not fun,” the late YouTube star, Clara CanÂnucÂciaÂri, states in the very first episode of her Great DepresÂsion CookÂing web series, above. Her first recipe—Pasta with Peas—would likeÂly give your averÂage urbane foodÂie hives, as would her knife skills, but Clara, who startÂed makÂing these videos when she was 93, takes obviÂous satÂisÂfacÂtion in the outÂcome.
Her filmÂmakÂer grandÂson ChristoÂpher CanÂnucÂciaÂri wiseÂly kept Clara in her own kitchen, rather than reloÂcatÂing her to a more sanÂiÂtized kitchen set. Her plasÂtic paper towÂel holdÂer, linoleum lined cabÂiÂnets, and teapot-shaped spoon rest kept things real for sevÂerÂal years worth of step-by-step, low budÂget, mostÂly vegÂeÂtarÂiÂan recipes.
Her fruit-and-gingÂham ceramÂic salt and pepÂper shakÂers remained conÂsisÂtent throughÂout.
How many teleÂviÂsion chefs can you name who would allow the camÂera crew to film the stained tinÂfoil linÂing the botÂtom of their ovens?
NonaÂgeÂnarÂiÂan Clara apparÂentÂly had nothÂing to hide. Each episode includes a couÂple of anecÂdotes about life durÂing the Great DepresÂsion, the periÂod in which she learned to cook from her thrifty ItalÂian mothÂer.
To what did she attribute her youthÂful appearÂance?
Clean livÂing and large quanÂtiÂties of olive oil (poured from a vesÂsel the size and shape of a cofÂfee pot).
How to avoid anothÂer Great DepresÂsion?
“At my age, I don’t realÂly care,” Clara admitÂted, “But for the younger genÂerÂaÂtion it’s bad.” In the worst case sceÂnario, she counÂsels stickÂing togethÂer, and not wishÂing for too much. The DepresÂsion, as we’ve menÂtioned, was not fun, but she got through it, and so, she implies, would you.
The series can be enjoyed on the strength of Clara’s perÂsonÂalÂiÂty alone, but Great DepresÂsion CookÂing has a lot to offer colÂlege stuÂdents, undisÂcovÂered artists, and othÂer fledgÂling chefs.
Her recipes may not be proÂfesÂsionÂalÂly styled, but they’re simÂple, nutriÂtious, and undeÂniÂably cheap (espeÂcialÂly DanÂdeÂlion SalÂad).
HomeÂmade PizÂza—Clara’s favorite—is the antitheÂsis of a 99¢ slice.
Those on a lean ThanksÂgivÂing budÂget might conÂsidÂer makÂing Clara’s Poor Man’s Feast: lentils and rice, thinÂly sliced fried steak, plain salÂad and bread.
Right up until her final, touchÂing appearÂance below at the age of 96, her hands were nimÂble enough to shell almonds, purÂchased that way to save monÂey, though crackÂing also put her in a holÂiÂday mood. FoodÂies who shudÂder at PasÂta with Peas should find no fault with her wholeÂsome recipe for her mother’s homeÂmade tomaÂto sauce (and by extenÂsion, paste).
But what about its cherÂry pie? Only one man could take that case: FBI SpeÂcial Agent Dale CoopÂer, the main charÂacÂter of David Lynch’s groundÂbreakÂingÂly strange ABC teleÂviÂsion draÂma Twin Peaks. A great many JapanÂese peoÂple love cofÂfee, but no small numÂber also love David Lynch.
And so, when the opporÂtuÂniÂty arose to take simulÂtaÂneÂous advanÂtage of local enthuÂsiÂasm for bevÂerÂage and filmÂmakÂer alike, GeorÂgia CofÂfee seized it, workÂing in the robust traÂdiÂtion of JapanÂese adverÂtiseÂments starÂring AmerÂiÂcan celebriÂties to reunite memÂbers of TwinPeaks’cast, reconÂstruct the ficÂtionÂal town of Twin Peaks itself, and have Lynch direct a new mini-mini-mini-seaÂson of the show, each episode a forty-secÂond GeorÂgia CofÂfee comÂmerÂcial.
The first episode, “MysÂtery of G,” finds CoopÂer in the Twin Peaks SherÂifÂf’s DepartÂment, enlistÂed in the search for a missÂing JapanÂese woman named AsaÂmi. He and Asami’s husÂband examÂine the first piece of eviÂdence: an origaÂmi crane with a G on it. The secÂond, “Lost,” introÂduces two more inscrutable artiÂfacts: a phoÂto of AsaÂmi beside a rare roadÂster, and a mountÂed deer’s head. The latÂter leads him to Big Ed’s Gas Farm, where in the third episode, “CherÂry Pie,” he spots the car and, on its pasÂsenÂger seat, a mysÂteÂriÂous wedge of red bilÂliard balls (which, of course, reminds him of his favorite dessert). The fourth, “The ResÂcue,” closÂes the case in the woods, where CoopÂer finds AsaÂmi, trapped and backÂwards-talkÂing, in — where else? — the red-curÂtained room of the extra-dimenÂsionÂal Black Lodge.
Every step of the soluÂtion to this mysÂtery requires a cup of GeorÂgia CofÂfee — or, rather, a can of GeorÂgia CofÂfee, GeorÂgia being one of the best-known variÂeties of that vendÂing machine-ready catÂeÂgoÂry of bevÂerÂage. The west may nevÂer have gone in for canned cofÂfee, but Japan drinks it in enorÂmous quanÂtiÂties. What betÂter way to adverÂtise a JapanÂese interÂpreÂtaÂtion of cofÂfee in the earÂly 1990s, then, than with a JapanÂese interÂpreÂtaÂtion of Twin Peaks? Alas, the highÂer-ups at GeorÂgia CofÂfee didÂn’t ultiÂmateÂly think that way, givÂing the axe to the planned secÂond series of Twin Peaks comÂmerÂcials. Maybe that’s for the best since, as for the actuÂal taste of GeorÂgia CofÂfee — well, I’ve had damn finÂer.
left: Johannes VerÂmeer, The MilkÂmaid. right: Arthur Coulet, d’après Johannes VerÂmeer
It has been sugÂgestÂed plauÂsiÂbly that VerÂmeer’s kitchen maid is makÂing bread porÂridge, which puts stale bread—there is an unusuÂal amount of bread on the table—to good use by comÂbinÂing it with milk and a few othÂer ingreÂdiÂents to make a fillÂing mash or meal.
It’s a matÂter for conÂjecÂture. PerÂhaps VerÂmeer wantÂed to title his paintÂing The Bread PorÂridge Maid, but caved to marÂket research sugÂgestÂing that MilkÂmaid would betÂter appeal to what Liedtke calls “male viewÂer’s amorous musÂings.”
RecentÂly, graphÂic artist Arthur Coulet made bread a focal point in Vermeer’s MilkÂmaid and othÂer iconÂic works, ironÂiÂcalÂly by PhoÂtoÂshopÂping it out.
See more, includÂing work by Jean-François MilÂlet, VinÂcent van Gogh, CarÂavagÂgio, Giuseppe ArcimÂbolÂdo, and Jeff Koons in Coulet’s Gluten Free MuseÂum.
Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is an author, illusÂtraÂtor, and Chief PriÂmaÂtolÂoÂgist of the East VilÂlage Inky zine. Her play, FawnÂbook, is playÂing in New York City through NovemÂber 20. FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday
Joseph HerÂschÂer, a kinetÂic artist from New Zealand, has a knack for makÂing some pretÂty imagÂiÂnaÂtive Rube GoldÂberg machines. Back in 2012, we showed you The Page TurnÂer, a device that gives creÂative assisÂtance to anyÂone still readÂing newsÂpaÂpers in a print forÂmat. Next week, we’ll hopeÂfulÂly get a chance to feaÂture his most recent conÂtrapÂtion. (Stay tuned for more on that.) But for now, as we head into the weekÂend, let’s admire The Falling Water, HerÂscher’s cockÂtail-makÂing machine that plays on the name of a famous Frank Lloyd Wright creÂation. You can watch it go above. And for those who want to play along at home, here is the recipe for the drink:
- 30mls (1Oz) 42BELOW FeiÂjoa VodÂka
— Ch’i or LemonÂade
— Long slice of seedÂless cucumÂber
— Ice
Cut a long thin piece of cucumÂber on a diagÂoÂnal.
Rest it against the inside of a HighÂball glass.
Fill the glass with ice, add 42BELOW FeiÂjoa.
Top with Ch’i or LemonÂade.
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