“Wheat is life, boy. Don’t let no silly bugger tell you different.”
- Christopher Ketteridge and Spike Mays, Five Miles From Bunkum, 1972
Sunday, October 29, 2017
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Manifest Three: Pastrami and Ale
Mark Solomon, wine aficionado, addresses the group
Chris May, Adam Sobsey, and I have been curating a monthly dinner titled Manifest, which could also be titled Manifest(o), where we perform dinner and then perform a short reading spurred as a reaction to the food and restaurant economy. The 10 Commandments of Manifest printed below should give you more of a feel for it. Mark Solomon (pictured above), Fine Wine and Whisky Director at Leland Little Auctions, brought some vintage deadstock, about 15 wines. Some were remarkable, others went down the drain. Thanks Mark! Also a big thanks to Dave and the crew at Red's Quality Acre and George and Lily at Lil' Farm for supplying the veggies and flowers. Thanks to Alex Ruch for providing fragrant loaves of caraway-perfumed rye bread. And Chris May put together an absolutely superlative New England IPA. I can't wait for more brews from this aspiring brewer! Email me at info at ninthstbakery dot com if you would like an invite to our next dinner. Our menu:
Manifest
Menu 22 October 2017
Monday, October 23, 2017
Loose Perfectionism
I have something I like to use with my managers and staff called "loose perfectionism". Loose perfectionism is defined as while not judging too harshly any one given outcome, nudging the product and the process towards a goal of 95% complete satisfaction that is eventually consistent each time. What this means to be is to not take it as such a moral blow or huge value judgement if you make a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes. The key is learning from them and correcting them with the end goal in mind. So long as you have the end goal in mind, both in the palate's mind and in the aesthetic experience, you can drive this cyclical process forward to your goal. Once achieved, the other key aspect is achieving consistency time and again through proper training, recipes, and protocols. Iterative creative processes can be frustrating, so it is important to use the spirit of what Gilles Deleuze call the "rigourous and inexact" to guide you toward a superlative outcome.
On Yeast
Bubbly, natural yeast used for rising bread dough, is fickle. I've spent years of daily feedings learning its ways. If you decide to make a natural yeast starter from scratch, a typical feeding regimen from water and flour to yeast takes about three weeks.
There are many different starter concentrations and hydrations ("wetness" of the starter) to be used in your final dough. To name a few, there are "young" levains, sour starter, liquid levain, and salted bigas.
Looking back at my experimentation, I have found the following factors to be the key decision points in determining the final outcome:
There are many different starter concentrations and hydrations ("wetness" of the starter) to be used in your final dough. To name a few, there are "young" levains, sour starter, liquid levain, and salted bigas.
Looking back at my experimentation, I have found the following factors to be the key decision points in determining the final outcome:
- Starter concentration by hydratation.
- Usage of commercial yeast in place of or in addition to natural starters in rising.
- Feeding times. How many times per day?
- Resulting cell concentration and cell "hunger" from feeding schedule.
- How much starter to use by total dough weight.
- Overnight retarding in bulk rise vs. rising in shaped form vs. using a same-day bulk rise formula
Sunday, October 22, 2017
Friday, October 13, 2017
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Ms Jacqueline

Sunday, October 8, 2017
Pathological Progress
"If you do something nice for somebody in secret, anonymously, without letting the person you did it for know it was you or anybody else know what it was you did or in any way shape or form trying to get credit for it, it’s almost its own form of intoxicating buzz." - David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
A lot of people don't understand me, and they tell me as much. I often give away bread, pastries, tee shirts, hats, and cookies to our regulars and friends of the Bakery. And it is not like the Bakery is so rich! Before I owned the Bakery, I ran a sliding scale Farmer's Market stand on Hunt Street where we sold baked goods regardless of the customer's means.
A lot of people don't understand me, and they tell me as much. I often give away bread, pastries, tee shirts, hats, and cookies to our regulars and friends of the Bakery. And it is not like the Bakery is so rich! Before I owned the Bakery, I ran a sliding scale Farmer's Market stand on Hunt Street where we sold baked goods regardless of the customer's means.
The closest person to I have met who is like this is George O'Neal, owner of Lil' Farm in Timberlake. He routinely gives away veggies to me and other friends, sometimes bartering, sometimes just to bless you with a bunch of mizuna or a bagful of new potatoes.
There is no real reason or logic behind charitable giving. It's not a sales ploy. It's not an exercise in morality nor has it a basis in religion. It just feels good. It's not something I decided on. It's a pathology.
Just as you might give your children the last serving of food at the table rather than feed yourself, the pathology of charity is one we can extend to the whole world if we have the right perspective. The delight of of the gift is unrivaled. To be the giver can be as rewarding as being the recipient. Try giving something away today. See how it feels.
Just as you might give your children the last serving of food at the table rather than feed yourself, the pathology of charity is one we can extend to the whole world if we have the right perspective. The delight of of the gift is unrivaled. To be the giver can be as rewarding as being the recipient. Try giving something away today. See how it feels.
Precariousness
Is the world stable?
In October of 2016, I fell off my roof while cleaning the gutters. What you realize when you are falling, is that the air is painless. When you land, you feel nothing for a moment as your vision goes black. And then the pain and trauma sets in. I was lucky, I only broke my arm. If you ever want to know what it's like to be a baker with a cast up to the shoulder, just ask me. It was one of those situations where you learn to trust and train the people around you because injury has made you virtually useless.
I go back to the roof in my mind often, the moment of distraction, the phone ringing, the car passing by and blinding me momentarily with the sun reflected off the windshield, the thoughts of my girlfriend who I was trying to see later in the day, the podcast I was listening to from my phone, and finally the ladder slipping out from under my feet as I clutched, flailing, at the metal gutter. The air was painless, and in a moment I went from my usual self to a world of pain as I went into shock and ceased to be able to use my limbs and struggled to breathe. I was all alone, and though my neighbor saw me fall, no one rushed to my aid. Nothing prepares you for shock. I faced it alone, and only through the adrenaline rush and force of will drove myself to the ER, all the while trying not to pass out.
The world is in flux. The world, like our lives, is more precarious than we think. One moment you are doing the gutters, and the next you are asking a nurse whether your fist will ever be able to unclench. Who will be there when you fall? Is the world robust enough to heal from a shock? What systems, what safeguards are adequate to traumas of our times?
In October of 2016, I fell off my roof while cleaning the gutters. What you realize when you are falling, is that the air is painless. When you land, you feel nothing for a moment as your vision goes black. And then the pain and trauma sets in. I was lucky, I only broke my arm. If you ever want to know what it's like to be a baker with a cast up to the shoulder, just ask me. It was one of those situations where you learn to trust and train the people around you because injury has made you virtually useless.
I go back to the roof in my mind often, the moment of distraction, the phone ringing, the car passing by and blinding me momentarily with the sun reflected off the windshield, the thoughts of my girlfriend who I was trying to see later in the day, the podcast I was listening to from my phone, and finally the ladder slipping out from under my feet as I clutched, flailing, at the metal gutter. The air was painless, and in a moment I went from my usual self to a world of pain as I went into shock and ceased to be able to use my limbs and struggled to breathe. I was all alone, and though my neighbor saw me fall, no one rushed to my aid. Nothing prepares you for shock. I faced it alone, and only through the adrenaline rush and force of will drove myself to the ER, all the while trying not to pass out.
The world is in flux. The world, like our lives, is more precarious than we think. One moment you are doing the gutters, and the next you are asking a nurse whether your fist will ever be able to unclench. Who will be there when you fall? Is the world robust enough to heal from a shock? What systems, what safeguards are adequate to traumas of our times?
On Table Bread
In the 80's, you couldn't go out to eat without a basket of bread showing up at the table. Now, it is a rarity as the cost of procuring good table bread has increased and many diners eschew gluten.
More importantly perhaps, what was once a means for prix fixe and fine dining restaurants to fill the bellies of diners before plating small servings, now the rare presence of free table bread only prevents diners from ordering more plates. At a local fine dining restaurant, when the bread service was discontinued in the 2000's, diners rebelled for three months, and then acclimated and simply ordered more to the expectant delight of the management. Now bread has become an appetizer, and if you want the bread basket and the compound butter, you will pay for it, to the tune of up to $8.00. One of the local restaurants that still gives away table bread (though the last time I was there it was unsalted, which tastes like a punishment) is Gocciolina - decidedly old school.
More importantly perhaps, what was once a means for prix fixe and fine dining restaurants to fill the bellies of diners before plating small servings, now the rare presence of free table bread only prevents diners from ordering more plates. At a local fine dining restaurant, when the bread service was discontinued in the 2000's, diners rebelled for three months, and then acclimated and simply ordered more to the expectant delight of the management. Now bread has become an appetizer, and if you want the bread basket and the compound butter, you will pay for it, to the tune of up to $8.00. One of the local restaurants that still gives away table bread (though the last time I was there it was unsalted, which tastes like a punishment) is Gocciolina - decidedly old school.
Saturday, October 7, 2017
Thursday, October 5, 2017
The $250,000 slice of rye bread
I like rye bread. Good rye bread, chewy, with hints of caraway.
I would say I would pay, oh, about $250K for a good slice of rye bread.
"Madness?" you say?
But that's exactly what I did.
I bought a down and out regional independent bakery for the small hope of make a good slice of rye bread (and incidentally, it cost a lot more than $250K).
Why would I do such a thing?
Am I insane?
I have asked the same question.
All the turnover I've experienced, the mechanical breakdowns, the ingredient mis-orderings and frantic runs to Compare Foods to buy 25-pound sacks of sugar or a dozen slicing cucumbers, was all in service of baking a half-decent piece of rye bread.
At a certain point, the rye bread isn't the point, it is the ideal of transcendence through food, through reaching through the palate and re-creating something that only exists in your mind, if you could go back to your first Katz' deli experience in the Summer of 2000, and taste that rye bread, that corned beef, that brown mustard.
The rye bread is not at all the point. The point is the pursuit of the rye bread, and the ability to share it with others, to give something to someone that they will never forget, for all the love and time that has crafted it.
Today, the Rabbi from Temple Beth El came over for a chat and I sent him home with a bag of hot ciabatta rolls. Earlier, I had shown him how the ciabatta is loaded into the hearth oven, and about the "mother" starter (over three decades old and still kicking!) that rose the dough. I hope he leaves and the ciabatta makes a little imprint on his mind at his family's table, for that is what bread has done for me.
I would say I would pay, oh, about $250K for a good slice of rye bread.
"Madness?" you say?
But that's exactly what I did.
I bought a down and out regional independent bakery for the small hope of make a good slice of rye bread (and incidentally, it cost a lot more than $250K).
Why would I do such a thing?
Am I insane?
I have asked the same question.
All the turnover I've experienced, the mechanical breakdowns, the ingredient mis-orderings and frantic runs to Compare Foods to buy 25-pound sacks of sugar or a dozen slicing cucumbers, was all in service of baking a half-decent piece of rye bread.
At a certain point, the rye bread isn't the point, it is the ideal of transcendence through food, through reaching through the palate and re-creating something that only exists in your mind, if you could go back to your first Katz' deli experience in the Summer of 2000, and taste that rye bread, that corned beef, that brown mustard.
The rye bread is not at all the point. The point is the pursuit of the rye bread, and the ability to share it with others, to give something to someone that they will never forget, for all the love and time that has crafted it.
Today, the Rabbi from Temple Beth El came over for a chat and I sent him home with a bag of hot ciabatta rolls. Earlier, I had shown him how the ciabatta is loaded into the hearth oven, and about the "mother" starter (over three decades old and still kicking!) that rose the dough. I hope he leaves and the ciabatta makes a little imprint on his mind at his family's table, for that is what bread has done for me.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Mayoral Candidate Pierce Freelon's Durham Diagnosis
A nice summation of the issues facing our city's denizens this election season:
https://static1.squarespace.com/static/58ef9dfb86e6c0436ee14c5b/t/59bc32b39f7456ce003063bb/1505505972352/Freelon_for_Mayor_-_A_Plan_for_Durhams_Future.pdf
https://static1.squarespace.com/static/58ef9dfb86e6c0436ee14c5b/t/59bc32b39f7456ce003063bb/1505505972352/Freelon_for_Mayor_-_A_Plan_for_Durhams_Future.pdf
Monday, September 11, 2017
Frank Ferrell
On Frank Ferrell, by Mo Ferrell, the original founders of Ninth Street Bakery:
Some of you may know that he has always liked big projects. And some have heard that he is working on a book that traces the earliest beginnings of Ninth St. Bakery. Back to our roots of practice at San Francisco Zen Center and working at Tassajara Bakery. He and friends Dan Howe and Elaine Maisner worked in the back baking and Elaine, cake finishing. I worked in the front with customers and loading trays with pastries that sold like wildfire those days, 1977ish. The bakery was in the Haight Asbury district. The bakery had a line out the door from opening till 2pm.
Of course the Bakers were up in the wee early hours, sitting meditation and then over to the bakery to begin mixing.
This life did shape the rest of our lives, and maybe why he still wakes at these early hours. He hasn't actually started the memoir, but hopefully will write all the stories down as he remembers them now.
Some of you may know that he has always liked big projects. And some have heard that he is working on a book that traces the earliest beginnings of Ninth St. Bakery. Back to our roots of practice at San Francisco Zen Center and working at Tassajara Bakery. He and friends Dan Howe and Elaine Maisner worked in the back baking and Elaine, cake finishing. I worked in the front with customers and loading trays with pastries that sold like wildfire those days, 1977ish. The bakery was in the Haight Asbury district. The bakery had a line out the door from opening till 2pm.
Of course the Bakers were up in the wee early hours, sitting meditation and then over to the bakery to begin mixing.
This life did shape the rest of our lives, and maybe why he still wakes at these early hours. He hasn't actually started the memoir, but hopefully will write all the stories down as he remembers them now.
Thursday, September 7, 2017
They need to be told what they want
"Cooking for people doesn't necessarily mean cooking what they want. It's a little bit like they need to be told what they want, so they can enjoy better than they thought they would." -- Hugue Dufour
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Manifest: Smoke
Smoke was the theme this time for our Manifest dinner. Smoking food for communal meals is a tradition as old as human civilization itself. Many thanks to Chris May and Adam Sobsey. Chris smoked 40 pounds of meat! Check out the picture of us below sliding a massive cutting board heavy with prime cuts across the farm table. It was epic! Thanks as well to the twenty-five guests who came and enjoyed this great meal for a value price ($25) and shared their own stories of making our community a more equitable and communal place. Check out the post on the first dinner to read Adam's writing and get a sense for what we are trying to accomplish. If you would like to be added to the guest list for future dinners, please reach out to us via email: info at ninthstbakery dot com.
MANIFEST
Menu 27
August 2017
Openers:
Marinated
eggplant
Cherrywood-smoked
tuna belly & grouper collar
Ninth Street
Bakery breads
*****
From
the smoker:
Beef Brisket
(Texas post oak, salt & pepper rub)
Puerco Pibil
(pork shoulder, banana leaf, annatto, citrus reduction)
Thai-style
BBQ Ribs (baby backs, St. Louis rub, honey, nam chim kai)
Chorizo &
longaniza sausage
Yucatan
pickled onion
Radish
mustard
Radish greens
chimichurri
*****
Sides:
Smoked
Carnival Squash
Smoked
peaches with roasted squash seeds
Refrigerator-pickled
cucumbers
*****
Dessert:
Burnt caramel
buttermilk chess pie
*****
Produce:
Li’l Farm, Red Hawk Farm
Fish:
Locals Seafood
Pork:
Fickle Creek Farm, Firsthand Foods, Carniceria Superior
Beef:
Firsthand Food, Hoofbeat Farm, Walker Farm
Bless this food. Bless us all.
* * * * *
Manifesto
by Chris May
Barbecue, simply put, is the practice of
cooking meat with fire. It is the oldest culinary technique we know. So old, we
believe it began with the mastery of fire by our human ancestors, Homo Erectus.
It is no wonder then, that with each great human migration, nearly every
culture in the world has developed and perfected their own form of barbecue.
Now, the techniques may vary— open grilling, clay ovens, earth covered pits. It
might be called, Asado, Braii, Gogigui, Lechon, Mezze, or as my Peruvian ancestors
call it Pachamanca, but the practice of patiently cooking meat and gathering
with friends and family to share it, is truly universal.
Our menu this evening is an attempt to
marry the familiar “American” barbecue with flavors and influences from other
cultures. Specifically, honoring the cultures of the individuals that harvest,
produce, and prepare our food here in the U.S.
Now I’d like to take this time to share
with you some words from Andrea Reusing, A James Beard award-winning chef and
the owner of The Lantern, a restaurant in Chapel Hill. From: http://www.npr.org/sections/thesalt/2017/07/30/539112692/a-chefs-plea
--
Inequality does not affect our food system
— our food system is built on inequality and requires it to function. The
components of this inequality —racism, lack of access to capital, exploitation,
land loss, nutritional and health disparities in communities of color, to name
some — are tightly connected. Our nearly 20-year obsession with food and chefs
has neither expanded access to high-quality food nor improved nutrition in
low-resource neighborhoods.
Only an
honest look at how food gets to the table in the U.S. can begin to unwind these
connections. Food workers, as members of both the largest and lowest-paid U.S.
workforce, are in a unique position to lead these conversations. Many of us
have already helped incubate policy change on wage equality, organic
certification and the humane treatment of animals. But a simpler and maybe even
more powerful way we can be catalysts for real change in the food system is to
simply tell the stories of who we are.
Take immigration.
Our current policy renders much of the U.S. workforce completely invisible.
This is more true in the food industry than in any other place in American
life. There is a widespread disconnect on the critical role recent immigrants
play in producing our food and an underlying empathy gap when it comes to the
reality of daily life for these low-wage food workers and their families.
Our
state produces half the sweet potatoes grown in the U.S. — 500,000 tons a year
— which are all harvested by hand. A worker here has to dig and haul 2 tons to
earn about $50. In meatpacking plants, horrific injuries and deaths resulting
from unsafe working conditions are widespread. Farmworkers are exposed to far
more pesticides than you or I would get on our spinach. Poverty wages allow
ripe strawberries to be sold cheaply enough to be displayed unrefrigerated,
piled high in produce section towers. Nearly half of immigrant farmworkers and
their families in North Carolina are food insecure.
When as
chefs we wonder whether a pork chop tastes better if the pig ate corn or nuts
but we don't talk about the people who worked in the slaughterhouse where it
was processed, we are creating a kind of theater. We encourage our audience to
suspend their disbelief.
The
theater our audience sees — abundant grocery stores and farmers markets,
absurdly cheap fast food and our farm-to-table dining rooms — resembles what
Jean Baudrillard famously called the simulacrum, a kind of heightened parallel
world that, like Disneyland, is an artifice with no meaningful connection to
the real world.
As
chefs, we need to talk more about the economic realities of our kitchens and
dining rooms and allow eaters to begin to experience them as we do: imperfect
places where abundance and hope exist beside scarcity and compromise. Places
that are weakened by the same structural inequality that afflicts every aspect
of American life.
--
In terms
of food service labor, what does an ethical food economy look like? How do we
take steps to change the status quo?
In ideal
world, our society would recognize the true value of the labor that makes our
food possible by fairly compensating and including/supporting the migrants
doing this work in our communities. The cost of doing so would be passed along
to us as consumers.
Unfortunately,
a specific roadmap for completely changing the reality of our food economy does
not exist, but there are a couple thoughts I would suggest we consider.
Tonight,
we are taking the first step by learning and being mindful of the food environment
we participate in. The decisions we make as consumers can influence the market
in which we operate. You can choose to eat at restaurants that pay a
living wage, or that support community initiatives that help migrant workers. In
most cases, however, restaurant wages are still the lowest in our
country. The next time you eat at a restaurant, your tip can make a
significant impact on your server and depending on the restaurant, cooks and
bus staff.
To
elaborate further on Andrea Reusing’s essay, there are other ways that we can
support the under-represented, and under-resourced Latino migrants that make
our food economy possible. I work for El Futuro, a mental health clinic just
right around the corner from here that helps Latino families in our community. Not
long ago I remember one of our clinicians telling a story of a child client
that was having some trouble in school. A family friend referred her to our
clinic. This young girl was doing poorly in classes due to trauma experienced
during her migration here. Her father, a food service worker, did not speak
English and was not sufficiently equipped (time, financial resources) to help
his daughter. Our therapists worked with this young girl and eventually her
father, to build a strong support system at home and address not only her trauma,
but her father’s as well. Today, she is thriving in school and working towards
a brighter future.
El Futuro is one of several non-profit
organizations serving the Latino community here that help to create a community
of welcome. Organizations like these recognize the economic disparity and the
insufficient access to resources that exists for our Latino neighbors. If
you want to support and engage with those that make your food possible,
consider volunteering with or financially supporting one of these
Latino-serving non-profit organizations.
El Futuro
El Centro Hispano
A place at the table


The main course
Adam Sobsey speaks to food culture and gastronomy
Twilight feast
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Farm to Table
Eric Smith, artisan woodworker and farmer in Timberlake, NC, built us a fantastic 8' long farm table for our patio. Previously, he has also contributed a table to Panciuto in Hillsborough and other local establishments. We are stoked to have this piece of handmade furniture, crafted from salvaged boards. The farm table brings people together - it is really a special way to share a meal. This is the second table we have added to the patio, the first (about two months ago) from local craftsman Todd Levins.
I was able to do a short email interview with Eric, who happens to be a great writer and thinker as well as a carpenter:
When did you first get into carpentry?
I started doing carpentry about 12 years ago in the small seaside town of Essex, Massachusetts. I was in my mid-20's and, oddly enough, working at a bakery at the time.
How did your skills develop?
I had absolutely no experience when I applied for a job fixing antique chairs at Walker Creek Furniture in Essex. My boss told me he was glad I was inexperienced because I would do things his way and not the 'right' way. After gluing spindles, stretchers and back-splats together for several months, I graduated to fixing dressers and whatever else people would drop off at the store to get fixed. Over time I began to gather the basic skills of woodworking and also a general knowledge of wood and how it's used to make useful objects. My boss noticed that I had a flair for creativity and began to ask me to create 'one-off' pieces of whimsical furniture for the showroom, some of which were very well-received. A few years later I was running the wood-shop where I had started out fixing chairs in the corner with only a handful of tools that I knew how to use.
Tell us about your idea for this table in particular, any technical details, and any special considerations.
I've always liked the atmosphere of 9th St Bakery - the big industrial expanses of floor-space, the unpretentious straightforward feel of a bakery interested in turning out delicious food and beverages, the location right in the cusp of downtown Durham. I wanted to make a thoroughly sturdy table, both in form and function, to match the industrial scale of the place. But I also wanted to make something warm and familiar in the way that bread is warm and familiar, and also inviting and down-to-earth. The design is simple, classic, dependable and, hopefully, not without a degree of rugged elegance.
Tell us about the wood that you used for it what it's made of, and where you found it?
The wood for the table top is 'heart pine' and I got it at the Reuse Warehouse in Durham. They got it from a 100+ year old tobacco barn a few counties over and milled it up into manageable thicknesses. Heart pine is very resinous and thus holds up very well over time, as well as finishing to a lovely flame-orange glow when oiled. The wood for the base is also mostly heart pine, the legs having come from a dumpster that I raided a few years ago. The channel running up the sides were where the floorboards interlocked.
Tell us about your connection to the Ninth Street Bakery and the connection between the Farm and the Bakery
I've enjoyed coming to the Bakery in connection to Lil Farm's partnership with 9th St. in its production of Queen George's Ginger products. Many late nights of filling jars with candied ginger and syrup, the radio blasting and my energy levels sustained by a steady supply of delicious baked goods, coffee, and the insistent cadence of the assembly line. Visiting in the day time is a much different experience. I've had some very lovely and calm moments sipping coffee on the patio watching Durham busily hum all around me. It's awesome to see produce from Lil Farm end up in a fantastic soup or some other offering. But the Farm can't take credit for the Mandelbrot - that's my favorite thing they make...except for maybe the Babka. Or challah. Hard to decide.
I was able to do a short email interview with Eric, who happens to be a great writer and thinker as well as a carpenter:
When did you first get into carpentry?
I started doing carpentry about 12 years ago in the small seaside town of Essex, Massachusetts. I was in my mid-20's and, oddly enough, working at a bakery at the time.
How did your skills develop?
I had absolutely no experience when I applied for a job fixing antique chairs at Walker Creek Furniture in Essex. My boss told me he was glad I was inexperienced because I would do things his way and not the 'right' way. After gluing spindles, stretchers and back-splats together for several months, I graduated to fixing dressers and whatever else people would drop off at the store to get fixed. Over time I began to gather the basic skills of woodworking and also a general knowledge of wood and how it's used to make useful objects. My boss noticed that I had a flair for creativity and began to ask me to create 'one-off' pieces of whimsical furniture for the showroom, some of which were very well-received. A few years later I was running the wood-shop where I had started out fixing chairs in the corner with only a handful of tools that I knew how to use.
Tell us about your idea for this table in particular, any technical details, and any special considerations.
I've always liked the atmosphere of 9th St Bakery - the big industrial expanses of floor-space, the unpretentious straightforward feel of a bakery interested in turning out delicious food and beverages, the location right in the cusp of downtown Durham. I wanted to make a thoroughly sturdy table, both in form and function, to match the industrial scale of the place. But I also wanted to make something warm and familiar in the way that bread is warm and familiar, and also inviting and down-to-earth. The design is simple, classic, dependable and, hopefully, not without a degree of rugged elegance.
Tell us about the wood that you used for it what it's made of, and where you found it?
The wood for the table top is 'heart pine' and I got it at the Reuse Warehouse in Durham. They got it from a 100+ year old tobacco barn a few counties over and milled it up into manageable thicknesses. Heart pine is very resinous and thus holds up very well over time, as well as finishing to a lovely flame-orange glow when oiled. The wood for the base is also mostly heart pine, the legs having come from a dumpster that I raided a few years ago. The channel running up the sides were where the floorboards interlocked.
Tell us about your connection to the Ninth Street Bakery and the connection between the Farm and the Bakery
I've enjoyed coming to the Bakery in connection to Lil Farm's partnership with 9th St. in its production of Queen George's Ginger products. Many late nights of filling jars with candied ginger and syrup, the radio blasting and my energy levels sustained by a steady supply of delicious baked goods, coffee, and the insistent cadence of the assembly line. Visiting in the day time is a much different experience. I've had some very lovely and calm moments sipping coffee on the patio watching Durham busily hum all around me. It's awesome to see produce from Lil Farm end up in a fantastic soup or some other offering. But the Farm can't take credit for the Mandelbrot - that's my favorite thing they make...except for maybe the Babka. Or challah. Hard to decide.
Eric inspecting his work
The table in action (in the foreground)
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Manifestos
Adam Sobsey returned from a summer trip to France with a mission: to reimagine the moderately priced, high quality bistro food that is so common in towns large and small outside of the big cities like Paris. This food relies on fresh ingredients, not processed food, and is prepared to order. Tipping is not part of the culture (service/gratuity is included in the cost of the meal). A sense of communality and community is the ethic of the bistro.
We discussed this over Mapo Tofu at Szechaun Garden and the possibility of creating a dinner around these principles (at the Bakery) on a recurring basis.
Adam's a writer, and I brought up the fact that really, what he was laying down was a manifesto about the state of our food economy and modern gastronomical habits. His "day" job is as a bartender at a local fine dining restaurant, so these issues are presented to him literally five nights a week.
The manifesto was written and performed, the food was prepared, and the people enjoyed. This was on July 30th. Our next one is August 27th. Check out the pics and video below.
To everyone who passively enjoys the food culture of the Triangle, I say check your passivity at the door. Great privilege means that we have the onus to think actively about food culture. I hope these events spur more discussion, more behavioral and consumer changes, more manifestos. We have titled the event Manifest, and we hope you can join us. Manifest will be unlike fine dining, and more like family meal, served family style, without tipping, for a moderate cost ($20-$30pp).
We discussed this over Mapo Tofu at Szechaun Garden and the possibility of creating a dinner around these principles (at the Bakery) on a recurring basis.
Adam's a writer, and I brought up the fact that really, what he was laying down was a manifesto about the state of our food economy and modern gastronomical habits. His "day" job is as a bartender at a local fine dining restaurant, so these issues are presented to him literally five nights a week.
The manifesto was written and performed, the food was prepared, and the people enjoyed. This was on July 30th. Our next one is August 27th. Check out the pics and video below.
To everyone who passively enjoys the food culture of the Triangle, I say check your passivity at the door. Great privilege means that we have the onus to think actively about food culture. I hope these events spur more discussion, more behavioral and consumer changes, more manifestos. We have titled the event Manifest, and we hope you can join us. Manifest will be unlike fine dining, and more like family meal, served family style, without tipping, for a moderate cost ($20-$30pp).
MENU
Pan amb tomaquet
Insalata caprese w/ hand-pulled mozzarella
Spicy yellowfin tuna “dragon” “roll” w/
shiso-celery leaf chiffonade
Accompaniments:
Provençal piment
cabbage sort of like the kind we had at that place in Borough Market
Potato-cucumber salad in celery vinaigrette
Potato-cabbage wok-salvage
Sweet minty tomatoes
Ari’s tarte tatin
Ari’s tarte tatin
Yellowfin Sesame-Encrusted Tuna Loin Encrusted with Shiso and Celery Leaf
Adam and the fruits of the BYOB
MANIFEST
The common, recurring image of our
present moment: a person sitting in a parked car, with the engine and the air
conditioning running, using a smartphone, drinking a soda and/or eating fast
food.
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
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