Do you serve real whipped cream?

One of my favorite gastronomic delights is whipped cream. I mean, real whipped cream. I’m talking about the transformation of heavy (or whipping) cream into whipped cream that goes so well with an infinite variety of desserts—ice cream, cake, puddings, crêpes, etc. These are dishes that one can find just about everywhere in Europe and, perhaps, elsewhere as well. Isn’t that true for America as well? Almost everyone in this country likes whipped cream a lot but, sad to say, the real stuff is not a staple of restaurants and ice cream establishments. One gets, instead, fake whipped cream. Yes- I’ll say it again! It’s phony. Not real. Chemistry has intervened to place a whipped cream substitute in cans that looks good on desserts but which doesn’t taste like the real thing. One spoonful will reveal that we are tasting something that’s been air-driven from a can and which compares poorly with the real thing. Cool Whip is pretty good; it almost tastes like whipped cream but it’s still a product of food scientists that have striven to produce a product that can be packaged for an indefinite period of time and sold until its expiration date. It has some shelf life and will certainly last longer than the real thing but, is still a poor substitute.  What bothers me the most, though, is that many Americans have gotten so used to this chemical product with an indefinite shelf life that they can’t tell the difference between it and the real thing. Chances are they may never have had the real thing. After all, it’s so much easier to take a whipped cream bomb out of the fridge and spray it on the desired target than to get a hand beater or electric mixer to prepare the cream in 3-4 minutes while adding sugar and, perhaps, some vanilla.  So who cares?  Who’ll even know the difference?! Well I care! I’ll know the difference and I’ll make my usual comments to my fellow diners. I’ll also patronize those few institutions that do serve the real thing. In my home town of Amherst, Massachusetts, Bart’s Ice Cream does prepare sundaes with real whipped cream and their sundaes are delicious. Outstanding! And their steady stream of customers bears witness to the appreciation of their products. Bart’s is certainly not alone; there must be many emporia of desserts that produce and sell real whipped cream; I just don’t know them all but would certainly sing their praises if I but knew. In all fairness, though, real whipped cream in bombs does exist. I remember as a kid buying ice cream sundaes at a “candy store” in the Bronx that served the real thing from a bomb. The store owner, himself, filled this dispenser with whipping cream and, with the aid of some CO² capsule or device, was able to produce a spray of the real thing. And I’m sure that many others did exactly the same thing before the invention of this commercially successful hut tasteless whipped cream substitute. This invention has done a serious disservice to the promotion and appreciation of authentic food. I think it’s time for the American people to focus on this topic of whipped cream for their own pleasure and satisfaction and, most importantly, for upholding the truth and authenticity of the real thing. Say “no!” to phoniness in food. Let the food scientists mess with other ersatz contributions to the food chain—but, damn it, don’t mess with whipped cream. Amherst, Mass, December 28, 2008  

I’ll have an order of fries!

I like French Fries a lot; always have. Like many of my fellow citizens, I’ve enjoyed them since I was a kid and almost never miss a chance to order them in restaurants. But- from the time I did my military service in Germany in the 1950s and “discovered” fries in Europe, mainly in France, Belgium and Germany, I’ve become a tougher judge of fries made in America,I can speak with authority about Belgian fries because I’m a native of Antwerp and married a Bruxelloise and visited the old country many times since 1958. I have many relatives there and they all have deep fry machines to prepare this delicacy from scratch at home. In all parts of the country- in Wallonia in the south as well as Flanders in the north, the quality of fries is superior. They are often sold in frietkots, ubiquitous little shacks throughout the country that produce and sell fries on a continual basis. You see people lined up at these stands the way you find them lined up for ice-cream on a hot summer day in North America.You then have a choice of having your fries with any of several condiments such as pickel, mayonnaise, curry, or others that accompany your order.This is a wonderful dish to make your trip to Europe worthwhile but there’s a down side to this delicacy. Once you have tried them on your travels abroad, you can become very unappreciative of fries prepared in the United States. In most American fast food establishments famous for their fries such as McDonalds, Burger King, Wendy’s, etc. it is impossible to find them  anywhere near as tasty as those found in Western Europe. The pre-frozen fries that are shipped to restaurants in plastic bags and given that second oil bath prior to serving, just doesn’t succeed as well. Though the best of these commercially prepared fries might be acceptable, many, to my way of thinking, taste like cardboard. I think that most customers don’t pay much attention to the quality of fries they purchase but there is a difference between these and those that are deep fried twice in peanut oil as in slow-food restaurants. Those that take special pride in their fries, invest the time and use the appropriate ingredients, can make a superb dish.This is not a frivolous topic. Much has been written about the preparation of French fried potatoes in newspaper and magazine articles and, certainly, on numerous web sites. They all go into great detail on methods of preparation such as cutting, refrigerating and cooking them. Those with the patience to go through these procedures, will discover the incredible difference in taste. And- once you’ve  discovered that difference and become an impassioned believer, you can then visit the frietkotmuseum located in the heart of Antwerp, right near the Grand’ Place and learn even more about this art form which has existed in Europe for centuries.

Hats off— well, maybe not quite yet…

If you’re curious to see how men’s hats have evolved in the past 70 years or so, you have but to view some of the films of the 1940s and 1950s. You could count on seeing Humphrey Bogart, Edward G. Robinson and their contemporaries sporting a hat in all kind of situations in comedies and dramas. This was the era of my youth and I remember vividly the fedoras of winter and panama hats of summer each time I took the New York City subways. They were an essential part of the fashion landscape and were part of the wardrobe of all subway riding businessmen. My father had several hats in his collection- maybe three or four fedoras, with the brim turned down, and wore them well into the early part of the 1960s.

Women, too, wore hats in those days but were far less obvious on subways though I do remember seeing them and their hats in restaurants or afternoon social gatherings. Some of their hats included a net-like veil that struck me as rather bizarre. Why did they want to hide their face? But then—what did a twelve year old kid know about fashions in the 1940s!

One of the strangest customs of the 1940s and 1950s was the freshman beanie. These were basically skull caps with a bill  sporting the college logo and colors. I remember wearing one as an NYU freshman in 1953. I liked it a lot and enjoyed showing off my new affiliation. I wore it for about a week during our new student orientation but stopped shortly thereafter and don’t remember ever seeing them again either on campus or anywhere else. I think they lasted for a shorter period of time than those six-foot scarves with horizontal stripes in the school colors that college students wore in the 1950s and 1960s.

The wearing of hats at the time adhered to an unwritten code: men took them off in elevators and never wore them when seated at meals. They tipped their hats to ladies and held them to their chest at sporting events during the national anthem. Men removed them at the dinner table though women wore theirs. Radio ads helped popularize the fashion. One of the more frequent ads featured a female singing “I go for a man who wears an Adam hat.” The male retort was- “Well, if she feels like that, I’ll buy an Adam hat!” and it ended with the female re-singing the very first line. I heard this ditty many times while listening to ball games on WHN and WMGM. The big manufacturing site of men’s hats was Danbury, Connecticut. There was even a factory team in the 1930s known as the Danbury Hatters. The old relationship remains because even now, there’s a brand new hockey team in Danbury nicknamed the Mad Hatters.

The Kennedy era began in the 1960s and the new president didn’t wear the traditional top hat at his inauguration, or any hat, for that matter. This might well have been the beginning of the end of this fashion. It also marked my departure from New York City and I began to think less and less of hats in my travels. I remember seeing fewer and fewer during the 1970s and 1980s except, perhaps, for those wide-brim hats worn by women at college commencement exercises or other formal summer events.

It wasn’t until the 1980’s or so when the baseball cap appeared on the scene. They started out as a symbol of pride– a fashion statement telling others that you were a loyal fan of a particular baseball team. Though they had been fashionable for many years among the young, they became more and more ubiquitous. Soon caps began to sport logos, symbols and names of other establishments- sport-related and not. Football players on the sidelines were wearing caps when they weren’t wearing their helmets. In the 1980s and later, men and women began to wear caps in great numbers- especially the adjustable one-size-fits-all type that allowed wearers with a pony tail to display it. The true baseball fan, the serious believer, chose, instead, to wear the authentic sized cap that fitted perfectly the contour of his/her head.

During the 1980s, the baseball cap was adapted by many American companies as part of their uniform and it became internationalized as more and more people throughout the world began wearing them—first, caps of American teams and later on, those with the logo or symbol of other affiliations. Many organizations overseas, too, adopted them as part of their uniforms. I’ve seen French police wearing them in certain locales as well as fast-food employees.

The cap became more and more popular in the 1990s and soon college kids were wearing them backwards. This fad was to last about a decade or even longer and people in all walks of life were wearing them with the bill either in front or in back—students, actors, professors, workers in all industries, TV talk-show guests and citizens of all countries. The backward bill has diminished in recent years but the cap lives on. As for the fedora– they must be for old timers and for jazz musicians. One just doesn’t see many of them anymore.

The hat has undergone a major transformation. It was once a symbol of formality–something you wore for important occasions. In the ensuing years, it has become the hallmark of informality. People now wear them to dress down and both men and women go hatless on formal occasions. The etiquette of yore, too, has gone the way of the fedora; men no longer feel obliged to remove them neither while sitting down to eat nor when riding in elevators. As for women—they continue to wear them where and whenever they wish though, perhaps, do so to a lesser extent than a few years ago.

Let’s Join a Rotary.

Each time I drive in town and wait endless moments for the light to change, I seethe because of the waste of time and gas. Sometimes the waiting time is excruciating as we wait for those left and right turn indicators, a pedestrian light and a standard all purpose green light. A typical wait at the main crossroad in Amherst can be several minutes. God help you if you don’t manage to cross in the waning moments of a yellow light before that red light shuts you out for another few minutes.

I admit that these comments come on the heels of a trip to the U.K., Belgium and France where the use of rotaries is common. Rotaries exist on thousands of miles of roads and save lots of time, gas and frustration. They allow you to drive in a circle until you reach the desired road at which time you exit. They even allow you to reverse directions. As for pedestrians, they can cross at a red light timed to go off at appropriate intervals. If there’s little pedestrian traffic, those on foot can rely on crosswalks on streets emanating from the circle. Rotaries are not unknown in this country; there are several scattered throughout this immediate area.

There’s an excellent one in Vermont at the northern exit of Route 91 leading to Brattleboro. There’s also an important traffic circle at Bourne at the gateway to Cape Cod where one can view the traffic on the Internet thanks to a webcam posted at that spot. All the intersections in Amherst regulated by traffic lights, including those on the streets adjoining the UMass campus, could use one.

My first choice would be for the principal intersection of town- that of North Pleasant and Amity. The uneven positioning of the streets that make up this intersection would make it a perfect site for a rotary. We waste so much time and gas waiting for lights to change which is all the more agonizing since rotaries help maintain an even flow of uninterrupted traffic. The question of safety is all important, of course, and several national studies have shown that traffic circles can help reduce accidents since they force cars to slow down and drive more carefully. One major objection to rotaries is that Americans aren’t used to them though they could get used to them if they existed in greater numbers. The one main thing to understand about rotaries is that drivers must wait until there’s a break in the circle traffic before entering but once they are in the circle, they have the right of way and continue until they find their exit.

Apparently the town plans to build two traffic circles in South Amherst near the Atkins supermarket. That’s good news. I hope that this project gets underway soon and that if they are successful, the town will consider building others in this area. Rotaries make sense. They save on gas and on mindless waiting. With gas selling for around four dollars a gallon, they could help reduce fuel expenditures considerably. The reader interested in learning more about the good and bad aspects of rotaries is encouraged to review a number of reports on the Internet.