https://www.reddit.com/r/bullcity/comments/b0m356/an_open_letter_to_my_fellow_white_progressives_in/
https://sobsey.com/2019/04/12/an-open-letter-to-scott-harmon/
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Monday, May 13, 2019
Good Ale, Raw Onions, and No Ladies - Old Bill
"He was a big eater. Customarily, just before locking up for the night, he would grill himself a three-pound T-bone, placing it on a coal shovel and holding it over a bed of oak coals in the back-room fireplace. He liked to fit a whole onion into the hollowed-out heel of a loaf of French bread and eat it as if it were an apple. He had an extraordinary appetite for onions, the stronger the better, and said that “Good ale, raw onions, and no ladies” was the motto of his saloon."
Joseph Mitchell, "The Old House at Home", 1940
Joseph Mitchell, "The Old House at Home", 1940
Monday, April 29, 2019
Patties
The Jamaican patty was the original inspiration when I first started making our hand pies back in 2009.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUPYFt52FBE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUPYFt52FBE
Friday, April 26, 2019
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Tragedy in Durham 💥 The Fire This Time
On April 10th, a gas explosion destroyed a downtown block in Durham, killing two men, Kong Lee, owner of Kaffeinate, and Jay Rambeaut, utility worker, and injuring 25. I ran to the scene as soon as I saw the smoke rising from where I stood on the patio of the Bakery. I'm not sure why (maybe because I was at the WTC when 9/11 happened?), but I feel this urge to respond to danger when it's presented. Also, I knew that if there was fire on that block of Duke Street, Kong or his son Raymond or customers might be trapped or hurt. Kaffeinate had been one of our wholesale pastry customers and friends since they opened two years ago. Once there, I put on blue latex gloves and helped Erik Nystrom (manager of the blue-shirted Downtown ambassadors of Durham) move several wounded people to safer positions away from the fire and broken glass and helped one injured lady try to get in touch with her mother. One construction worker in particular was very badly lacerated over his entire body, barely able to walk, head bandaged, crying and shaken while a civilian woman held him close to her body and rocked him for comfort and tried to stop the bleeding. I later took some videos of the fire, which I posted to the Bakery's Instagram story. Once paramedics arrived and took control of the injured, I pushed back behind the yellow tape and began walking back to the Bakery, thinking whoever was in Kaffeinate at the time was likely dead. I gathered our employees together in an office and explained what had happened. We tried to push on with the day, but it was heavy and surreal.
My videos:
The next day I posted this memoriam to Instagram story and Facebook.
Sarah Krueger from WRAL posted this photo to her Instagram story.
How do you make sense of a bizarre and seemingly random event of massive destruction? I learned later in the day that April 10th was the 150th anniversary of Durham's founding. That triggered for me a lot of feelings I have had for some time about the contradictions of living in a city of great wealth and education and also a city of great stratification, poverty, and neglect. As a recovering PhD candidate, I read historical events the way a literature expert deconstructs a novel or the way a psychoanalyst decodes a mysterious dream. In this case, watching Mayor Steve Schewel stand helpless with his bowtie and jacket on and his hands in his pockets as the block burned, the meaning was clear as to why this calamitous event might align itself with Durham's sesquicentennial. How could it be that we live in such a wealthy and prominent city with great academies of learning yet basic human safety net issues have remained unresolved for decades, if not longer. It is not enough to pin it on the President, or Congress, or the Capitol in Raleigh. We have a collective responsibility to help the poor, and when we are erecting massive structures and condos, handing out building permits, and stoking the fire of consumer capitalism in Durham, it is irresponsible to not work just as hard, and dedicate as many resources to helping the most needy. What is the use of a 150th birthday party if only certain demographics get to celebrate?
A friend who had access watched the next day as the multi-million dollar antique Porsche collection stored next to Kaffeinate rolled out, many largely unscathed. He said something about that didn't sit right with him, that wealth should be rolled out on a red carpet like that while death, injury, and destruction was still smoldering next door. It hit me like a shot in the chest. What do we Durhamites prize? Money? Wealth? Or humanity?
After the explosion, many people donated to the many fundraisers that were set up to help the victims and those affected, expressing pride for the city's resilience under the hashtag #bullcitystrong. I supported and re-posted these fundraisers on our Facebook. But like the critics of the billion or so dollars pledged to rebuild the Notre Dame cathedral that burned only five days later (another strange coincidence), the question raised is how could there be so much money in the world when so many are without basic services like adequate safety and security, health care, education, food, and housing.
Consumer capitalist society has generated these contradictions of wealth, they are endemic to our society, and they are not likely to go away soon.
What we need right now is leadership. Steve Schewel is possibly the best mayor Durham has ever had if you were to write a report card on him with regards to his liberal progressive values. But watching him watch that fire, the man who always has the answer for everything was momentarily flummoxed. At the 150th kickoff celebration three days later on the 13th, there was a moment of silence, but little else in terms of words that might console us or rally Durham from its mourning.
Tragedy, literal burning, is as symbolic an act as they come. James Baldwin's book "The Fire Next Time" quotes the following lyric from the gospel spiritual "Mary Don't You Weep":
"God gave Noah the rainbow sign,
No more water, the fire next time!"
He extends this to say that if we fail to resolve the issue of (racial) inequality and injustice, our fate is with that of the condemned. We have all the tools at our disposal to make these changes. We just need the collective will. One would hope that this fire wakes us up. Or a hurricane. Or ICE agents detaining innocents. Or queers being banned from bathrooms. I remain hopeful and committed to this work despite our blindness. We have a responsibility to a Rawlsian justice where all boats rise in times of plenty, not just the rich and well-connected.
My videos:
The next day I posted this memoriam to Instagram story and Facebook.
Sarah Krueger from WRAL posted this photo to her Instagram story.
How do you make sense of a bizarre and seemingly random event of massive destruction? I learned later in the day that April 10th was the 150th anniversary of Durham's founding. That triggered for me a lot of feelings I have had for some time about the contradictions of living in a city of great wealth and education and also a city of great stratification, poverty, and neglect. As a recovering PhD candidate, I read historical events the way a literature expert deconstructs a novel or the way a psychoanalyst decodes a mysterious dream. In this case, watching Mayor Steve Schewel stand helpless with his bowtie and jacket on and his hands in his pockets as the block burned, the meaning was clear as to why this calamitous event might align itself with Durham's sesquicentennial. How could it be that we live in such a wealthy and prominent city with great academies of learning yet basic human safety net issues have remained unresolved for decades, if not longer. It is not enough to pin it on the President, or Congress, or the Capitol in Raleigh. We have a collective responsibility to help the poor, and when we are erecting massive structures and condos, handing out building permits, and stoking the fire of consumer capitalism in Durham, it is irresponsible to not work just as hard, and dedicate as many resources to helping the most needy. What is the use of a 150th birthday party if only certain demographics get to celebrate?
A friend who had access watched the next day as the multi-million dollar antique Porsche collection stored next to Kaffeinate rolled out, many largely unscathed. He said something about that didn't sit right with him, that wealth should be rolled out on a red carpet like that while death, injury, and destruction was still smoldering next door. It hit me like a shot in the chest. What do we Durhamites prize? Money? Wealth? Or humanity?
After the explosion, many people donated to the many fundraisers that were set up to help the victims and those affected, expressing pride for the city's resilience under the hashtag #bullcitystrong. I supported and re-posted these fundraisers on our Facebook. But like the critics of the billion or so dollars pledged to rebuild the Notre Dame cathedral that burned only five days later (another strange coincidence), the question raised is how could there be so much money in the world when so many are without basic services like adequate safety and security, health care, education, food, and housing.
Consumer capitalist society has generated these contradictions of wealth, they are endemic to our society, and they are not likely to go away soon.
What we need right now is leadership. Steve Schewel is possibly the best mayor Durham has ever had if you were to write a report card on him with regards to his liberal progressive values. But watching him watch that fire, the man who always has the answer for everything was momentarily flummoxed. At the 150th kickoff celebration three days later on the 13th, there was a moment of silence, but little else in terms of words that might console us or rally Durham from its mourning.
Tragedy, literal burning, is as symbolic an act as they come. James Baldwin's book "The Fire Next Time" quotes the following lyric from the gospel spiritual "Mary Don't You Weep":
"God gave Noah the rainbow sign,
No more water, the fire next time!"
He extends this to say that if we fail to resolve the issue of (racial) inequality and injustice, our fate is with that of the condemned. We have all the tools at our disposal to make these changes. We just need the collective will. One would hope that this fire wakes us up. Or a hurricane. Or ICE agents detaining innocents. Or queers being banned from bathrooms. I remain hopeful and committed to this work despite our blindness. We have a responsibility to a Rawlsian justice where all boats rise in times of plenty, not just the rich and well-connected.
Thursday, April 18, 2019
Monday, April 8, 2019
Thursday, March 28, 2019
Friday, March 22, 2019
Rather Unique
We just had a customer come in, and this happens all the time, that they say, "Look at all those old machines back there, I love it, and everybody hustling and working. It's rather unique. What a great space."
Rather Unique, AZ
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Consumer Exhaustion
Consumer exhaustion is real. In the 1980s, television advertising seemed to aggressively interrupt programming and become a true annoyance, but now everything we do appears programmed and marketed. The emails I get, the banners, the images in my feed, down to how everything is merchandised at the supermarket. Consumption is an everyday desire now in a way that feels pushed upon us and insidious. When sending out social media (we have a listserv, Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook), I'm thinking consciously about contributing to this psychic clutter. You have to play to get people interested in your products, but it is a fine balance of information with sensitivity to overloading. There are times I really want to spend no money because I feel so overwhelmed by all the marketing, but then I also feel times where I am drawn to consumption as if it is part of a circadian rhythm. My whole existence within consumer capitalist culture leaves me with an overall feeling of exhaustion while at the same time I'm decrying the poor to mediocre quality of the goods and services that I often have to choose from.
Uniformity and Process
Consistency is a main virtue of a baker. Same temp, same size, same shape, same recipe, same result, day in, day out. I was struck when visiting Biscuitville (my favorite fast food biscuit) that they put in tools or cheats to make their biscuit-making "like homemade" yet as close to idiot-proof and uniform as possible. First, they have in big numbers "2 12" written on their flour scale, I assume to indicate that the desired weight per batch is two pounds, twelve ounces. Secondly, they have little nubs on the end of the rolling pin (see below) so that each biscuit is rolled to the correct height (not too squashed, not too tall). Through training, they actually get pretty good results for a fast food biscuit. I assume there are other cheats involved, but I haven't signed up to become a biscuit-making employee there as yet.
The bakery is a hubris machine
The bakery is a hubris machine. If you are feeling prideful, a batch burned or turned or spurned will catch you pants down and expose you. Mistakes are made, racks are bumped, trays are dropped, and fingers are burned and cut. If you are careful careful careful maybe you make it through one whole day only to hear that your employee suffered a bad bake or someone forgot the salt. As a baker, you are never flying too high to the sun. Those baker celebrities who seem hip and even their mistakes look blessed? They're imaginary. They don't bake every day. Because if they did, they would show you all their fails, trials, and uglies.
What is it about pie
What is it about pie that makes it perfect? My theory is the contrast of textures. Buttery flaky crust gives way to an oozy sugary sweet filling with chunks of fruit or a velvety custard or eggy chess. It is that complementarity (or contradiction) that sets up the feeling of expectation and desire that brings us back to pie, whether hot, cold, stale, fresh, or in between. Essentially, stratification makes for the tension of the pie plot, a textural contrast that bits of crust will clean away the food particles of filling as it washes around your mouth and in between your teeth.
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
Friday, March 8, 2019
Article on Artisan Baking and Philosophy
Adam Sobsey wrote a nice article in the Indyweek on Alex and Ari (we made a stencil, "Dish", as that is the name of their food issue). Check it out!
https://indyweek.com/food-and-drink/features/dish-ninth-street-bakery-bread-program-philosophy/
photos by Bob Karp
https://indyweek.com/food-and-drink/features/dish-ninth-street-bakery-bread-program-philosophy/
photos by Bob Karp
Rosenfeld's Bagels
Benchwarmer's Bagels has recently opened in Raleigh. This is an audacious thing. Bagelries are more likely to be closing rather than opening these days. Like Melissa Weller of Sadelle's, you need to have a perverse love for bread and a background in the highest echelons of baking, plus significant capitalist backing to open a bagelry in 2019. They are just too hard to make, too hard to get consistently right, and people expect that they should be cheap despite being labor intensive (Benchwarmer's sells a dozen for $19, and they are bready). Each bagel at a place like Benchwarmer's is hand rolled, itself a skill that takes months or years to master. Beyond that, if any of the following criteria are not in a defined range, a "real New Yorker" will insult you (trust me, it's happened to me):
Flavor: Reasonably plain, slightly sweet, with a hint (but no more) of sour.
Texture: Tight crumb, never fluffy, overproofed, or bready.
Crust: Shiny, caramelized, some discernable "crack" upon tearing.
Size: Medium-small
Chew: Toothsome
The archetype for me for an old-school bagel will always be Rosenfeld's Bagels of Newton Center, Mass. It's not the best bagel, and not the flashiest, but as far as they come, it's pretty darn good. Walking up to the counter, you can see the aged bagel man still using the wood boards in the oven, kettle steaming. Like Dom DeMarco of DiFara's, he continues to bake bagels for no good reason other than that it breathes life into him through his work. I told him I was a baker and he told me the secrets to his success:
1. Use All-Trumps Hi-Gluten Flour
2. Include 3% malt syrup by weight of the water in the boil kettle.
3. Develop the gluten (it's going to be a stiff dough, of 48-52% hydration), but don't overmix it.
Oaxaca and Tradition
I visited Oaxaca in November. I was very nervous. I had never been to Mexico before. I don't speak Spanish. I was meeting a lady.
What I found there is hard to put into words; it has taken me some time to come up with the right words.
I found mole, of course, but more than that, I found families. I found businesses centered around families, and especially around grandmothers. Those were the distinctive ones, the ones the other businesses seemed to use as a model.
Capitalist intensity has broken the back of the family in America. Cell phones exist in Oaxaca, but cell phone culture doesn't dominate. Most transactions are in cash. Families tend to live together. The rush of daily city life somehow seems more humane and vehicle speeds are restricted by numerous speed bumps. The people are poorer than the US, yet they seem richer and retain more of their dignity. Zapotec and Mixtec indigenous culture still lives there through the language, music, cuisine, crafts, and spirituality of the people (e.g. Day of the Dead).
If I was to put it into words, it was as I imagined a throwback would be to US American society in the 60s.
I've been to poor American cities before, but most of them are post-industrial. Oaxaca never had a true industrial period - their treasured artisan crafts (mostly made by women) have more vibrancy and international appeal than ever. As such, the post-industrial, post-global phenomenon of the hollowed out city doesn't exist there. And there is no reason that it would develop into an international city with its decrepit ghettos as the rural areas surrounding Oaxaca City are just too poor and cut off by mountains with no great natural resources to exploit. And so, it remains kind of a jewel in its own right. Walkable, affable, with delicious eats everywhere.
I left Oaxaca thinking another way is possible. How do we get back to the family, to slowing down the pace? Is community possible, and do you have to be poor to do it? What traditions can we build today to battle against the tide of urbanization and capitalist intensity?
What I found there is hard to put into words; it has taken me some time to come up with the right words.
I found mole, of course, but more than that, I found families. I found businesses centered around families, and especially around grandmothers. Those were the distinctive ones, the ones the other businesses seemed to use as a model.
Capitalist intensity has broken the back of the family in America. Cell phones exist in Oaxaca, but cell phone culture doesn't dominate. Most transactions are in cash. Families tend to live together. The rush of daily city life somehow seems more humane and vehicle speeds are restricted by numerous speed bumps. The people are poorer than the US, yet they seem richer and retain more of their dignity. Zapotec and Mixtec indigenous culture still lives there through the language, music, cuisine, crafts, and spirituality of the people (e.g. Day of the Dead).
If I was to put it into words, it was as I imagined a throwback would be to US American society in the 60s.
I've been to poor American cities before, but most of them are post-industrial. Oaxaca never had a true industrial period - their treasured artisan crafts (mostly made by women) have more vibrancy and international appeal than ever. As such, the post-industrial, post-global phenomenon of the hollowed out city doesn't exist there. And there is no reason that it would develop into an international city with its decrepit ghettos as the rural areas surrounding Oaxaca City are just too poor and cut off by mountains with no great natural resources to exploit. And so, it remains kind of a jewel in its own right. Walkable, affable, with delicious eats everywhere.
I left Oaxaca thinking another way is possible. How do we get back to the family, to slowing down the pace? Is community possible, and do you have to be poor to do it? What traditions can we build today to battle against the tide of urbanization and capitalist intensity?
the comal is at the center of oaxacan culinary life
quesedilla with freshly made tortilla from masa corn nimatalized on site, with squash blossom and queso
cactus
mountain vistas
monte alban, one of the earliest city-states
fresh squeezed morning juice
insane agave
Sunday, March 3, 2019
Monday, February 18, 2019
The War on Terror Comes Home
George W. Bush began the "War on Terror" in 2001 to battle Al-Qaeda as a result of 9/11. Now, 18 years later, it has come full circle and fears of otherness have created a a war of terror on our own soil, with ICE agents detaining and imprisoning taxpaying citizens. We have literally become the very enemy that we purported to fight when the WTC fell. Rather than making our community safer, these pickups have broken up families and created feelings of suspicion and hatred of whites in the Latino community in Durham. It is shameful to see our government using these tactics to support its political positions on the wall at the Southern border and on illegal immigration. Shame!
https://www.newsobserver.com/news/local/article226258145.html
https://www.newsobserver.com/news/local/article226258145.html
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
How to Choose and Brew Coffee
We began roasting our own coffee five months ago, so I thought I would post some tips here on how to choose and brew coffee, which has a lot more variables than you might think!
Other questions to think about:
1. Are you crushing or grinding your beans? Are the burrs in your burr grinder sharp and changed out on a regular basis?
2. If your roast time is greater than 14 minutes, you're probably baking rather roasting your beans, leading to a flat flavor.
HOW TO CHOOSE AND BREW COFFEE
The two biggest determinants for the quality of the coffee you drink are grind size and freshness. Coffee that is too oxidized will taste stale in the cup. Coffee that is not ground to specifications of your brewing system will absorb too much water or not enough, making for bitter or watery coffee, depending.
Beyond that, the roaster determines the quality of what you drink, primarily based upon the quality of cupping (tasting) done with sample batches, the freshness of the green beans roasted (beans that were harvested over a year prior to roasting are really not worth a goddamn), and the roast level (final exit temperature from the roaster) of the bean. There are thousands of other micro-considerations, but those are the biggies when deciding on selecting, grinding, and brewing roasted coffee.
Other questions to think about:
1. Are you crushing or grinding your beans? Are the burrs in your burr grinder sharp and changed out on a regular basis?
2. If your roast time is greater than 14 minutes, you're probably baking rather roasting your beans, leading to a flat flavor.
3. How much coffee (by weight) are you using per batch?
I couldn't be more pleased with how the coffee at the Bakery has come out. We are aspiring to a light to medium roast Colombian and Guatemalan. Growing up in Massachusetts in the 80s and 90s, I was a drinker of Dunkin' Donuts, which was very good coffee at the time - in fact the coffee was as good or better than the donuts (as Dunkin grew and franchised out of state, they cheapened the product and cut corners such that by 2003 the coffee and donuts were barely a glimmer of what they once were). Another coffee of reference would be Zabar's House Blend, which is again, a very straightforward light to medium blend varieties of which can be found in bodegas all across New York City. Roasting and grinding fresh, I hope you enjoy these flavors that really take me back to the memories of my youth.
I couldn't be more pleased with how the coffee at the Bakery has come out. We are aspiring to a light to medium roast Colombian and Guatemalan. Growing up in Massachusetts in the 80s and 90s, I was a drinker of Dunkin' Donuts, which was very good coffee at the time - in fact the coffee was as good or better than the donuts (as Dunkin grew and franchised out of state, they cheapened the product and cut corners such that by 2003 the coffee and donuts were barely a glimmer of what they once were). Another coffee of reference would be Zabar's House Blend, which is again, a very straightforward light to medium blend varieties of which can be found in bodegas all across New York City. Roasting and grinding fresh, I hope you enjoy these flavors that really take me back to the memories of my youth.
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