Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

A simple lesson



The harvest.
It was a chilly morning in New York one day this week, and a truly integrated cluster of homeless persons slept on a grate as it noisily vented warm air from Penn Station below. Rolled in roiling, tangled blankets, black and white and brown limbs intermingled, seeking warmth from the roaring vertical wind. Passersby rush on, each busily on a mission, with disapproving glances. 

Later, lunching at a well-known chain restaurant across the river in Hoboken, a small, hunched man with a wild white beard and simple knit hat and rumpled, soiled clothing, eats standing up. Looking like a creature from “The Hobbit,” he performs quick, obsessive, ritualistic manipulation of his food and drink, finally eviscerating the sandwich and devouring the filling. He is closely watched but outwardly ignored by other diners, cautiously watchful nearby. 

It is a matter of great, learned, debate, whether God exists, and if so, which one.

But it matters not. These people, the least among us, are equally imbued with human rights. Whether God-given or inherited from the Universe, these are fully human creatures, not less than any of us.

At the other end of the privilege spectrum are the highly educated, the trained, the cultured, the deep thinkers. And they care, deeply. And know that they can improve the lives of us all, if only we’d listen, and obey.

These are they who prescribe, command, compel. The new Ten Commandments. Thou shalt not live on the street. Thou shall not consume large sugary drinks. Thou shalt wear seat belts, and not smoke, and a thousand other things. 

Because they are educated and enlightened. Because the are concerned. And because they think themselves our betters.

But they are not.

This country was a grand experiment, splintered from the regencies and monarchies and religious shackles of mother Europe. It was founded on the principle that "all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness." Sound familiar?

So let us consider one early example of the power of individual freedom. It resonates yet today, though greatly muted.

In November of 1620, a group of Separatists left England on the Mayflower seeking religious freedom and economic opportunity. The first several years were extremely difficult, near famine, with poor crop yields and perilous scarcity.  Nathaniel Philbrick, author of “Mayflower,” takes up the tale:

“The fall of 1623 marked the end of Plymouth’s debilitating food shortages. For the last two planting seasons, the Pilgrims had grown crops communally – the approach first used at Jamestown and other English settlements. But as the disastrous harvest of the previous fall had shown, something drastic needed to be done.”

“In April, [William] Bradford had decided that each household should be assigned its own plot to cultivate, with the understanding that each family kept whatever it grew. The change in attitude was stunning. Families were now willing to work much harder than they had ever worked before. In previous years, the men had tended the fields while the women tended the children at home. ‘The women now went willingly into the field,’ Bradford wrote, ‘and took their little ones with them to set the corn.’ The Pilgrims had stumbled on the power of capitalism. Although the fortunes of the colony still teetered precariously in the years ahead, the inhabitants never again starved.”

A mystery. Or perhaps not – simply human nature. When treated as free persons, owners of their own labor and the fruits thereof, the Pilgrims prospered. And as they prospered individually, so did the colony.

A small, hoary example, perhaps, but timeless.

The lesson is simple. Our "betters" are so only in their imaginations and inflated egos. Let each choose their own path. Offer your advice if you must, but restrain the impulse to impose. As an equal, you do not have that right.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Yankee serendipity


Who knows from where good fortune flows, whether heaven, or someone in it is smiling down on us, or what? A very early start to the day for a business meeting in the Hartford CT area, I leave with an hour to spare, the sun not yet risen. The plan is to take mostly secondary roads and avoid the hectic stress of the morning commute. Into Rhode Island, I head west on US Route 6, then take the scenic Hartford Pike (RI 101) which diverges in Scituate.

Having lived in the area for 26 years, I had never driven the Hartford Pike. I am rewarded in Foster, near the Connecticut border, by signs announcing Jerimoth Hill which, at 812 feet, is the highest point in Rhode Island. Note to self – a likely place to explore on some sunny, autumn Saturday.

The Hartford Pike soon becomes Connecticut 101, wending through forested hills, small villages, and the occasional farm. Continuing on US 44, Connecticut 74, and I-84 for a bit, finally ending up in Tolland, a peaceful community outside of Hartford. A stop for coffee, still running an hour early. Then a phone call – the meeting has been unexpectedly rescheduled.

Nothing to do but return home, but by which route? I could return the way I came, but something pulls me to explore. The Mass Pike is the quickest but clearly hectic and the most boring. Exiting I-84 in Sturbridge, I turn east onto US Route 20, hungry for breakfast. But franchise restaurants and fast food joints hold little charm. No, I am looking for a locally owned outfit, preferably an old fashioned diner.

Headed east, I enter Charlton and suddenly the vision of a classic “Worcester diner” appears on my right, nearly flashing by, but as no one is on my tail I am able to brake sharply and swing into the parking lot. It looks perfect, and promises to satisfy my jonesing for hot coffee and sunny-side-up eggs. Entering, I find my expectations wildly exceeded.

The Yankee Diner was manufactured by the Worcester Lunch Car Company in the late 1930s and wandered about central Massachusetts a bit before settling in this spot on US 20 in Charlton. The interior boasts a long counter populated with stools, several booths along the windows, a business-like hot grill, and a smiling, friendly staff.

The proprietor, Mike Plouffe, is himself of hearty Yankee stock, hailing from nearby Oxford. Mike has a long love affair with the culinary arts, starting with an eight year hitch as a cook in the US Army followed by classical training at the Virginia Culinary Institute. Mike has held several posts at top restaurants and, interestingly, a stint in Dry Tortugas cooking for Uncle Sam again, but always wanted his own place and jumped at the chance when the Yankee became available.

This combination of classic diner with culinary excellence is the wonderful surprise. Imagine homemade corned beef hash prepared daily from whole briskets, buttermilk pancakes made from scratch, and freshly baked biscuits. When a customer requests Hollandaise sauce for his omelet, Mike does not reach for a jar, but rather breaks two eggs, separates the yolks, adds freshly squeezed lemon juice and melted butter, and whisks over an impromptu double boiler. Voila, Hollandaise!

After a wonderful breakfast of eggs and home fries supplemented by a bottomless cup of coffee and engaging, friendly conversation, I continue east on US 20 to Massachusetts Route 146, then south to Rhode Island and shortly after, home. This day which could have been frustrating has instead offered new experiences, new sights, good food, and intriguing conversation with new acquaintances.

Good fortune may be subject to heavenly intercession, but we can lend a helping hand. If we shuffle our routines a bit, travel a slightly different path, and keep our minds open, even a mundane business journey can yield a day of surprise and contentment.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Sanitary antics


“Employees must wash hands before returning to work.” This sign was found in the restroom of a famous Seattle-based coffee franchise. Why do they focus on employee cleanliness? Because even a short list of foodborne illness vectors contains such delicacies as campylobacter, hepatitis A, shigella, E. coli O157:H7, salmonella, and other lovely organisms. And if customers were to become ill from eating at this establishment, that would not be good for profits.
One of the most simple, cheap, and effective means to prevent foodborne illnesses is to have employees practice strict sanitary hand washing procedures. Hence the signs. But there is one small problem – the public often share the same restroom facilities with the employees, and the sanitary habits of the public cannot be underestimated.
Knowing that, the food service provider posts a sign instructing her employees to follow a strict hygienic procedure. The instructions on this sign are as follows:
  1. Water
  2. Soap
  3. Wash (for 30 seconds)
  4. Rinse
  5. Dry
  6. Turn off water (with paper towel)
Why turn off the water with a paper towel? Obviously, because if a previous user of the facilities did not practice good hygiene, the faucet handles might be contaminated with one or more of the lovely aforementioned disease vectors. Gee, I wonder if that applies to the door handle as well?
There were a few problems at this particular establishment… in spite of the sign, there were no paper towels. Only a hot air hand dryer. And the door most unhelpfully opened inward. So how is one to shut off the faucets and open the door without contaminating your hands? And if you, a customer, can’t do it , then how can the guy behind the counter do it?
I recommend that when you run into a situation where you can’t satisfactorily exit the restroom with assuredly clean hands, you need to complain to management that his employees can’t either.