tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305776302024-03-07T15:17:48.359-05:00Culinary TypesOnce upon a time, there was food.T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.comBlogger617125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-34138241495303372016-07-31T00:15:00.000-04:002016-07-31T00:15:03.406-04:00The Most Important Meal of the Day
Warning! This post contains adult content!
Zany and I have turned the page. Her recent office move
to the extreme West Side has basically ruled out lunchtime adventures. Some companies sure know how to deliver a big
buzz kill. We are certain that without
our dollars, the midtown food truck economy is going to suffer. But, we have come to the conclusion that T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com01600 Broadway, New York, NY 10023, USA40.7715384 -73.98163299999998840.771162399999994 -73.982263499999988 40.7719144 -73.981002499999988tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-81974960717264653682016-06-23T22:02:00.003-04:002016-06-23T22:02:55.243-04:00Father’s Day at Apple Trace
Life is
always transitioning, renewing, and yearning to proliferate. But sometimes
things get in the way. A Father’s Day visit to Apple Trace reminds me that life
needs care and cultivation. We need to be our own gardeners. On this day of
fathers and sons, I am contemplating life and legacy as I bend and stoop and
struggle to pull the tough weeds that have engulfed the trees in my care. &T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-72619577268287865782016-04-04T20:40:00.000-04:002016-04-04T20:40:06.645-04:00Ramen Noodles for the Soul and the Nostrils
When the
thermometer flip flops between 70 degrees and 30 degrees during any given week,
it’s a pretty good bet I’ll get smacked with the dreaded spring sinus
infection. Within a matter of hours, I’m at least three of the Seven Dwarfs –
Drippy, Sneezy and Stuffy. I need therapy STAT.
As it
happens, Zany is nursing a pesky post-nasal drip as well, so we arrange for
immediate T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-739123231826403752016-02-21T00:15:00.000-05:002016-02-21T00:15:00.694-05:00Communal Noshing in an UrbanSpace
It is the
darkest days of February. And frankly, the runway to February wasn’t all that
great either. Zany came down with strep throat and spent Christmas in the ER.
I’ve recently recovered from a virulent bout of food poisoning and have been
living on a steady diet of saltine crackers and Chicken and Stars soup. The soup just doesn’t taste as good as when I was
a kid. We are T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com4New York, NY, USA40.7127837 -74.00594130000001840.3275957 -74.651388300000022 41.0979717 -73.360494300000013tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-14816954020339943642015-12-20T00:30:00.000-05:002015-12-20T00:30:01.282-05:00Zany Tidings of Comfort Food and Joy
It is that enchanting
season in New York City where the urban landscape is transformed. Ordinary
steel and cement is transfigured amidst a dazzling display of twinkling lights.
The urban landscape resembles storybook illustrations. In a fascinating, and
somewhat frightening phenomenon, department store buildings literally break
into holiday song. Tourists clog the streets and gridlock T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com7Bryant Park, New York, NY 10018, USA40.7535965 -73.98323260000000815.231562 -115.29182660000001 66.275631 -32.674638600000009tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-36544654042020002242015-11-22T00:15:00.000-05:002015-11-28T09:51:34.598-05:00A Taste of Lebanon at the Toum NYC Food Truck
It is the waning
days of the food truck season. There’s a slight chill in the air, tourists are
beginning to stream into New York City for the holidays, parking is tight, and
it’s getting tough to find a truck to satisfy a food craving.
Food
trucking – by its very nature – can pose logistical problems. Indeed, traffic
patterns, police activity, pedestrian clutter, bad WIFI and U.N. General
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T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-35651453632533166702015-09-13T07:00:00.000-04:002015-09-13T07:00:00.046-04:00"Long Island Food: A History From Family Farms & Oysters to Craft Spirits" by T.W. Barritt Debuts September 14
I’m excited
to share news of the September 14th publication of my first book,
“Long Island Food: A History from Family Farms & Oysters to Craft Spirits.”
It’s the story of a suburban boy’s search for his hometown food culture,
published by the History Press.
Growing up
well fed on meatloaf, tuna casserole and TV dinners, I had little knowledge of
Long Island’s rich agricultural and T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-88745302301863301202015-09-06T19:30:00.000-04:002015-09-06T21:15:33.333-04:00How Mad Are These Men?
Since Zany
returned to reclaim her slot as my alpha food truck maven, I’ve had to become a
bit creative in finding new ways to engage with the other voracious appetites
in my life.
Take my college roommate Ford McKenzie, for example. As you’ll recall, he’s the well-dressed
social gadfly who has taken us along on all manner of food orgies. We’ve gone dawging in Brooklyn T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com2New York, NY, USA40.7127837 -74.00594130000001840.3275822 -74.651388300000022 41.097985200000004 -73.360494300000013tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-67022616258058273242015-08-13T07:45:00.000-04:002015-08-13T07:45:00.816-04:00The Absolute Greek Truck and a Mediterranean Holiday
Zany is
forced to briefly postpone our next food truck adventure as she must attend an
urgent lunch meeting that serves a sorry selection of ham and cheese wraps. I’m not even going to try and make sense of
that.
However, the
postponement is fortuitous as Zeus spends most of the day hurling lightning
bolts at the island of Manhattan. The
subsequent day is brilliant and serene T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com1New York, NY, USA40.7127837 -74.00594130000001840.3275822 -74.651388300000022 41.097985200000004 -73.360494300000013tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-42465409492989918432015-07-26T00:15:00.000-04:002015-07-26T00:15:00.127-04:00A Zany National Hot Dog Day
I’m no
longer in the habit of loitering on open street corners waiting to meet people
for lunch. I no longer order tacos from
trucks or gorge myself on lobster rolls or waffles and dinges. That was another
world, a lifetime ago. Maybe it was
actually a parallel universe. It’s hard
to recall. But I know it all came
crashing to a halt when my al fresco amigo, Zany packed T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-50801097328113716702015-07-19T00:15:00.000-04:002015-07-19T00:15:00.268-04:00Pickled
Hello
again.
Yes, it was
a long, cold winter. But, once again Restoration Farm is in full swing and
bursting with life. And, I am in a constant state of anxiety trying to manage
the overwhelming amount of produce I lug home every week. When you join a CSA,
the battle over spoilage is constant (why does that seemingly indestructible
kale seem to wilt so quickly?) along with a T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-67193149766249172762014-12-21T00:15:00.000-05:002014-12-21T00:15:00.883-05:00Fruitcake Weather and Christmas Memories
Christmas is
always about past and present. Today’s celebrations are inextricably linked to
the sights, sounds, smells and people of bygone holidays.
Every
yuletide, my brothers and I recall the Goodyear Christmas Album – received as a
“premium” at the local tire store – which was the musical accompaniment to our
holidays when we were young. I can still
hear Robert Goulet crooning “DoT.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-79819928742247160372014-12-07T00:15:00.000-05:002014-12-07T00:15:00.491-05:00Raising Dough for Duck Island Bread Company
Julia Child
is said to have once remarked, “How can a nation be great if its bread tastes
like Kleenex?”
It’s a
question Long Island resident Robert Biancavilla took to heart when he
established Duck Island Bread
Company several years ago. Bob’s gorgeous European-style breads and
pastries have been a fixture – and a hot commodity – at the Northport Farmers’
Market for many seasons. He T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com5Huntington, NY, USA40.8681539 -73.4256760000000140.820132900000004 -73.506357000000008 40.9161749 -73.344995000000011tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-14616367034922886792014-11-23T00:15:00.000-05:002014-11-23T00:15:00.735-05:00Thanksgiving at the Farm: All is Safely Gathered In
Once again,
we pause to give thanks. We give thanks for the good times and the blessings,
and if we are really brave and honest, we give thanks for the tough times, and
consider what it taught us, and how it helped us grow.
It’s the
same at Restoration Farm. Some things
thrive and some things struggle, but we give thanks for it all. As Thanksgiving
2014 approaches, we T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com6Old Bethpage, NY, USA40.7625993 -73.453178640.714489799999996 -73.5338596 40.8107088 -73.3724976tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-39102731947812670622014-09-21T22:15:00.000-04:002014-09-21T23:25:54.660-04:00A Farm-to-Table Feast of Pastured Berkshire Pork
It is a
grand finale to summer as the extended family at Restoration Farm dines on
deliciously sweet, farm-raised Berkshire pork and exquisite sides made with
vegetables grown on the farm.
Head grower
Dan Holmes talks about the circle of trust needed to take on a pastured pork
project for the first time, and the magic conjured among volunteers each day in
the spirit of raising wholesome, T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-65727206037751255242014-07-20T10:00:00.000-04:002014-07-20T10:00:05.420-04:00Catching Blueberries
The warm
summer breeze rustles the mass of blueberry bushes. The lanky branches sway and
the berries dance playfully, like toddlers impishly attempting to escape the
embrace of a parent. It is a game. Who can be more nimble, who can stay just
out of reach? In the end, we know it is inevitable we will collide and collapse
in an unruly pile of hugs and giggles.
It is what I
like to callT.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-65471185647228410592014-07-13T00:15:00.000-04:002014-07-13T00:15:00.927-04:00A Visit to Historic Kerber’s Farm
If you’re a
Long Island resident, you may realize that your home likely sits on property
that was once farmland. When first settled, some three centuries ago, Long Island
was a farming community. But today, split-level homes, strip malls, pharmacies
and fast food restaurants have overtaken much of that fertile land.
Kerber’s Farm is one of the last remaining, original farm standsT.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-44643582395848122592014-07-06T00:15:00.000-04:002014-07-06T00:15:00.379-04:00Edible Long Island Welcomes Summer with Sexy Pub Food in Point Lookout, Long Island
The summer is sizzling hot, and Edible Long Island
welcomes the lazy, hazy days with some smokin’ hot, drool-worthy, burgers on
its Summer 2014 cover. Read
about Burger Man George Moatz here, and his penchant for smoked burgers.
Once again, I go “Back of the House” to get the back
story on J.A. Heneghan’s Tavern in the hamlet of Point Lookout, Long Island. Learn
about J.A. Heneghan, an T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-36488027366507076552014-06-29T00:15:00.000-04:002014-06-29T00:15:00.264-04:00Strawberry Jamboree
True
strawberries – and by that, I mean strawberries that are locally grown and
begin to ripen to perfection in early June – are just a fleeting moment in the
landscape of summer. Lasting only two to three weeks, they are deeply red to
the core, and drenched with sweet, sunny flavor.
More and
more I realize that these ephemeral moments are something to protect and
preserve. Perhaps T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com8Old Bethpage, NY, USA40.7625993 -73.453178640.714489799999996 -73.5338596 40.8107088 -73.3724976tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-36733709954759099172014-06-22T00:15:00.000-04:002014-06-22T00:15:00.111-04:00Summer Smiles on Restoration Farm
At precisely
6:51 AM on Saturday, June 21, 2014 Summer grins broadly and announces, “I’m back.”
Still in my
robe, I greet Summer on my backyard deck with a steaming earthenware mug of
coffee in hand. There is still a chill in the air as Summer slips back into our
lives. I am tempted to chide her for taking her own sweet time in returning,
but that would be ungracious. She is here for such aT.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com9Old Bethpage, NY, USA40.7625993 -73.453178640.714489799999996 -73.5338596 40.8107088 -73.3724976tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-22117269062913969582014-06-15T00:15:00.000-04:002014-06-15T00:15:00.023-04:00Greens Galore
That first
blush of green that accompanies the initial distribution of the season at
Restoration Farm is always invigorating – bright, crisp, vibrant greens that kick-start
the body and the soul.
The
youthfulness of the season is evident in curly kale, green lettuce, mizuna and
bok choy.
A bumper crop
of fresh spinach overflows from bright hampers.
T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-63317159771153886062014-06-08T00:15:00.000-04:002014-06-08T00:15:00.023-04:00Stalking Asparagus, Strawberries and the Sound of Strings
Ah, the
weekend! Time to put aside the demands
of the workweek and reconnect with the world outside the office.
The weekend
is a perfect time to explore the simple pleasures of Restoration Farm. Tucked into every corner of the farm, there’s
a new discovery to be found. A sun-drenched visit is a feast for the
senses.
Not many
realize that the asparagus field is T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-49828326340370306712014-05-13T08:00:00.000-04:002014-05-13T08:36:34.529-04:00A Spring Awakening At Restoration Farm
All signs
point towards a new beginning – pouring over seed catalogues on a frigid winter
day, sowing tiny seeds in February when lunar conditions are exactly right, the
colorful pastel eggs that suddenly appear in abundance, and the countless physical
jobs all geared towards coaxing the farm back to life.
It all
points towards this moment – opening day at Restoration Farm, T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577630.post-47133538500561100022014-04-27T00:15:00.000-04:002014-04-27T00:15:00.080-04:00A Trio of Food Truck Titans Tackle the Mac (and Cheese) Truck
It had to
happen sooner or later. The stars align,
the traffic patterns converge, and I find myself food trucking on a stunning
spring day with my BFF Amanda and my college roommate Ford McKenzie. It’s almost as good as the first time the
Super Friends teamed up – but less spandex.
Here’s what transpired.
It started
like any other ordinary, ho-hum day. I
am T.W. Barritt at Culinary Typeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707931838240978818noreply@blogger.com11