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Is there an award for this?

There is a very nice Polish grocery store not so far from Anchovy World Headquarters, called Starsky’s. Among other things, they have an excellent selection of Polish sausages from Goralska to double-smoked. They also feature lots of different smoked fish and excellent fresh-baked breads. You can buy a selection of dried mushrooms including porcini and bay boletes. However, at the best of times, it’s crazy in there. At the sausage counter, they have samples, and some days it’s like a feeding frenzy. I’ve learned the strategy for shopping there. Go immediately to the sausage counter and take a number. You might get number 77 when they’re serving 34, but don’t fret. Simply go do the rest of your shopping, taking care to return before your number comes up.

Today, Starsky’s was extra unbelievably crazy. The parking lot was full, the parking lot next door was full and people were parking on the street. Unphased by this, I entered the store, only to be propelled forward into the vegetable area by an unruly throng. Once I completed my shopping I discovered the line-ups to pay went halfway back into the store.

Although there should be an award for surviving this store on the Saturday before Christmas, I knew there wasn’t one, so I made my own award and bought a Polish plum filled donut.

Dinner tonight, by the way, is split-pea soup, which I made this afternoon. Awesome.

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Remember Burl Ives?

The first record I ever owned was a 78 by Ernest Tubb, Walkin’ the Floor Over You. The second record I ever owned was by Burl Ives. You almost never hear Burl Ives music anymore. Maybe you never even heard of him, I don’t know. Ives was an American actor and singer who lived from 1909 – 1995. He was black-listed during the 50s but allowed to work again after he testified. From Wikipedia:

Ives was identified in the 1950 pamphlet Red Channels and blacklisted as an entertainer with supposed Communist ties.[21] In 1952 he cooperated with the House Unamerican Activities Committee (HUAC) and agreed to testify. He stated that he was not a member of the Communist Party but that he had attended various union meetings with fellow folk singer Pete Seeger simply to stay in touch with working folk. He stated: “You know who my friends are; you will have to ask them if they are Communists.”[22]
Ives’s statement to the HUAC ended his blacklisting, allowing him to continue acting in movies. But it also led to a bitter rift between Ives and many folk singers, including Seeger, who accused Ives of betraying them and the cause of cultural and political freedom in order to save his own career. Ives countered by saying he had simply stated what he had always believed. Forty-one years later, Ives reunited with Seeger during a benefit concert in New York City. They sang “Blue Tail Fly” together.[23]

 

Burl Ives was in a number of films, including Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I mostly knew his music though. Here are a few samples…

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27th Street Anchovy King

Somebody typed 27th Street Anchovy King into a search engine today and landed you know where. I just want to say, it felt kind of good to be king for a day.

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The Comfort Food Diner

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve taken you on a little trip up to the Comfort Food Diner, but I made up a little concoction this week I just have to share. I suggest here that my vegetarian and vegan friends go for a little walk, or perhaps visit some other sites. This post is not for you.

Left-over Pot Roast Pasta

To make this delicacy, you first have to have some left-over pot roast. In this case, along with a generous chunk of roast, I also had the liquid I braised it in, complete with a few chunks of carrots, a few mushrooms and some onions that had pretty much been cooked down into sauce. You need it all.

First, resist the temptation to simply make up a pot roast sandwich. Let’s save that for another day. Instead, prepare the left-over roast by breaking it up into smaller pieces. Next, choose your pasta. I leave this choice entirely to you. Bring a big pot of water up to a boil and toss in your pasta.

While the pasta starts cooking, coarsely chop up lots of garlic. Add some olive oil to a heavy pan, heat it up and gently start cooking the garlic. Add in generous quantities of dried chiles. I dry my own scotch bonnets in my handy mushroom dehydrator because I like them plenty hot but you might find red chile flakes from the market more to your taste. Don’t let the garlic burn. Instead, add two or three cups of pasta water, then when the pasta is a couple minutes away from being ready, add the left-over pot roast to the pan with the garlic and water, along with whatever braising liquid and veggies you have with it.

When the pasta is just this side of being fully cooked, drain it or for long pastas, simply fish it out with tongs, and add it to the sauce and roast bits, tossing it about for a minute or two. Shut the heat off and add in a generous amount of freshly grated Italian cheese (your choice which one) along with a handful of chopped up parsley or basil. Toss it one more time. Finish with some fresh ground pepper, and enjoy with a cold beer.

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Cape Cod Girls

The other day I posted various versions of Big Rock Candy Mountain. In putting that together, I stumbled into Baby Gramps. I’m not sure if it’s the way he attacks a song or his unique guitar work or the way he slides into throat singing or what it is, but this character is a really compelling performer. Here he is on Letterman with the Akron Family performing Cape Cod Girls.

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Why I’m not a very good sports fan

I heard on the radio that at an “ultimate fighting” match in Toronto, one guy broke another guy’s arm…and another guy was knocked unconscious after just seven seconds. I imagine the crowd cheered. In this sport, knocking guys senseless is what it’s all about, but in other sports like hockey, we’re seeing backlash against the idea of smashing guys in the head. I guess this feeling was heightened when the best player in the league took a serious chunk of disability time to recover from a hit to the head.

I think hockey is going in the right direction. It’s one thing to play a physical game, but another to try to wreck a player’s career by causing a brain injury. As for ultimate fighting, I have no interest. I imagine some of those guys are going to seriously damage one another. Hopefully nobody gets too badly hurt. It scares me though, how popular this activity is here in Toronto.

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Big Rock Candy Mountain

Baby Gramps

Image by sjrowe53 via Flickr

The Big Rock Candy Mountain has been a favourite song of mine about as long as I can remember. One of the first records I owned was the Burl Ives version. I’m sure some of you are thinking, ah-ha that explains a lot.

Here’s Baby Gramps. Baby Gramps leaves me speechless…

Bill Dooley…

And finally, Sourdough Slim…

This is a hobo song. Utah Phillips used to distinguish between hobos, bums and tramps, referring to tramps as the intelligencia of the “Traveling Nation”. He said, “Hobos work and wander, bums drink and wander and tramps dream and wander.”

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Dirt

Cover of "Dirt Farmer"

Cover of Dirt Farmer

I just heard on the radio that Justin Bieber has his own line of fragrances. I told Tuffy P about it, suggesting that The Beebs has a little lab in a trailer he takes with him everywhere, and after performances, he goes back there and invents new fragrances – a life-long interest, don’t you know.

Tuffy P suggested that  Levon Helm should get his own fragrance called Dirt Farmer. She said, “Now that’s a fragrance I’d buy for my man.”

Do I get some kind of prize for mentioning Justin Bieber and Levon Helm in the same post?