getting to know Mucha’s “Job” today ✏️
getting to know Mucha’s “Job” today ✏️
by @draxie (at Brighton Beach 14)
Hugh Merwin is the senior editor of Grub Street and wrote the article “Shell Station” in The Seashore Issue, in which he surveys eight different types of clams. Here, he shares his recipe for clam dip.
Take it away, Hugh:
I grew up working in a sort of broken-down clam bar on Long Island’s Great South Bay. One summer we took over the adjoining fish market—we just knocked a big hole in the wall with sledgehammers to connect the two spaces—and in the rubble I found a stack of old promotional recipe cards with instructions for the original Kraft Music Hall Clam Dip, which reportedly caused a shortage of canned clams in Manhattan the moment it was published in the 1950s. I replaced canned clams with fresh steamers, Worcestershire with some funky Roman-style garum. It was actually amazing, especially after letting the chilled and mixed ingredients mingle for a while. —Hugh Merwin
Makes around 1 3/4 cups
18 littleneck or topneck clams, steamed in 1/4 cup of water, cooled, and shucked
6 tablespoons clam cooking liquid
Juice of one lemon
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon garum or Thai fish sauce
4 dashes Angostura bitters
8 ounces good-quality cream cheese
White pepper to taste
1. Combine clams, cooking liquid, lemon juice, salt, garum or fish sauce, and bitters in a food processor. Pulse until clams are rough-chopped and ingredients are blended. Add cream cheese and pulse, occasionally scraping down sides of food processor with spatula, until everything is smooth. Add white pepper to taste. Clam dip is best after it sits, refrigerated, for a few hours. Serve with sturdy potato chips.
White dude in St. Louis named Kevin Miner was wanted for burglary.
He eluded police officers until they conducted a search of a resident’s home and found him.
He attacked both officers, breaking one cop’s hand. The media even alludes to Miner being forced to “fight back” against the police because of how he was being apprehended!
Miraculously, the cops managed not to punch him in the face repeatedly, put him in a chokehold, or shoot him six times including once in the face and once in the head.
He, in fact, barely had a scratch on him.
The next time someone says to you:
"BUT IT’S NOT ABOUT RACE (Patent Pending)!"
Throw your tea dead in their face Dominique Deveraux-style and pump on away from them like Naomi Campbell.
I’m gonna miss this lil house 🌆🍷 (at CloudHouse)
Toni Morrison on “Post-racial America”
"And I will know the difference when I, you know, see these policeman start shooting white boys in the back—because they have keys in their hands that look like guns. Then when you ask me that question, I will say, ‘we got there.’ They can do something that outrageous and talk to some white parents, and say, ‘Oh! Excuse me. I thought it was a gun. And when THAT makes sense, then we’re in good shape.”
- Toni Morrison on when she will know that America has actually achieved a post-racial state
today there was a worm and he squirmed across the sidewalk, away from a nice little garden with soft, wet dirt.
ahead lay more sidewalk, then a sewer grate, then a line of parked cars, then a road no less than three lanes wide.
he squirmed like he was going somewhere.
i thought i might pick him up with my giant human hands and place him gingerly back in the soil where he came from,
as if i had the right to decide where he should go.
and i remembered that yesterday there was still the same worm, squirming backwards maybe, toward the nice little garden with soft, wet dirt.
and though he’s only a worm, doing his worm work, he made a choice.
and i thought i’m only human, doing only the same.
blueberry ebelskiver kinda Tuesday 😘😘😘
Becky and I on our way home from the bookstore (at Unnameable Books)
catering off-site in Brooklyn Heights tonight for @bklynlarder !
something about a watermelon margarita just tastes better on the beach 😛 (at Beach 67)
chiocciole with pattypan squash, kale, chicken sausage, lemon, parmigiano, & chili flake 😘