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March 2017



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The holiday season is officially underway in the United States. The ever-marvellous Susan Stamberg has begin her radio coverage of Thanksgiving recipes. (And yes, I have tried making the infamous cranberry relish, and yes, it does look like lumpy Pepto Bismol, and I didn't like it very much, but my dad is nuts about the stuff.)

She's foisting it off on Martha Stewart today.

Common Census. This is a very cool idea.

It's USA-conjoined-48-only currently, but what it is, is a project to consensus-map the USA. So <i>is</i> Upstate New York really a part of New England culturally, despite not having the historical associations with the six New England states? Or is it a little bit of the Mid-Atlantic states stranded up by Canada?

The people will decide.

More quotations collected, as I work tonight:

Accurs'd be he that first invented war!
They knew not, ah, they knew not, simple men,
How those were hit by pelting canon-shot
Stand staggering like a quivering aspen-leaf

--Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great, Act II scene iv

--and on a lighter note--

What is beauty, saith my sufferings then?
If all the pens that ever poets held,
Had fed the feeling of their masters thoughts,
And every sweetness that inspir'd their hearts,
Their minds, and muses on admired themes:
If all the heavenly Quintessence they still
From their immortal flowers of Poesy,
Wherein as in a mirror we perceive
The highest reaches of a human wit:
If these had made one Poem's period
And all combin'd in Beauties worthiness,
Yet should there hover in their restless heads,
One thought, one grace, one wonder at the least,
Which into words no virtue can digest:

-- Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great part I, Act V, Scene i


Can I play too?

I am much better for your worthles love,
That will not shield me from her shrewish blowes:
To day when as I fild into your cups,
And held the cloath of pleasance whiles you dranke,
She reacht me such a rap for that I spilde,
As made the bloud run downe about mine eares.

Christopher Marlowe, Dido, Queen of Carthage, Act 1, Scene 1

or, to quote the J. Giles Band, "Love stinks."

BTW, on a Thanksgiving-ly note: I have a recipe for cranberries that calls for the cranberries to be cooked with miniature marshmallows, cherry jello, and chopped walnuts and celery. It makes a mound of pink and dark red stuff that is surprisingly good.


So is Upstate New York really a part of New England culturally, despite not having the historical associations with the six New England states? Or is it a little bit of the Mid-Atlantic states stranded up by Canada?

Having lived the first 24 years of my life in various parts of NYS, I would say that most of eastern NY *is* culturally a part of NE, the Hudson Valley is more Mid-Atlantic, and western NY is almost the midwest. It's a really big state (by northeastern standards). :)
As a Connecticutian (possibly moving back soon) I like that assessment.)

And yeah, anybody who has driven the Northway can attest to the VAST SIZE of upstate New York.
I live in MA now, and the folks here have no idea. When I say I'm going to a festival in western NY, they think it's a three hour drive. Ha!
I'm looking forward to seeing exactly what the boundary of Upstate is. I personally enjoyed saying that I identified myself as being from Western NY and the Finger Lakes. I always bristle at the midwestern label -- I think that here in Rochester life is much more like Pittsburgh and Cleveland rather than Boston and New York, but it's still a long way culturally from Indianapolis or Kansas City.
I lived in the Rochester area, and that's pretty much what I meant about 'midwestern.' Like Ohio. :)
Martha was already familiar with it, said i sounded wonderful an that she'd be trying it this year. But she said that right after a lengthy discussion of how she loves Brussels sprouts, so that has to weigh in .
My family always had the Susan Stamberg cranberry, um, slush as our cranberry dish. I never knew other people didn't like horseradish in their cranberry sauce for years and years.
For me, it's not the horseradish so much as the icy sour cream. *g* I like horseradish, but cold things hurt my teeth, and the sour cream is... too oleaginous.
"is Upstate New York really a part of New England culturally,"

Nah. Connecticut isn't even part of New England anymore. It's a suburb of New Jersey.

We're like the drive-over state of new england. People go to boston or new york and don't look out the windows much.
Don't make me come up there and shovel your porch, Doctor.
No, no, just Fairfield County. We can carve that off the state any time now!

I heard the interview with Martha this morning. Susan sounded almost delirious when Martha said she was going to try to make the stuff. I'm not. Go Martha!
I like that cranberry sauce. After being something of a doubter the first time around, it's come to be the preferred sauce around here.

And it definitely beats the stuff out of the can with the ridges still on--apparently, to a startling number of people, the ridges are crucial to a proper Thanksgiving. :-)
I think they see the ridges as cutting guides. Also, some don't like cranberry rinds (don't ask me how THAT came up in conversation).
I make my own cranberry sauce. Equal parts cranberries and water, half to a third as much sugar, cloves, nutmeg, orange zest, splash of cointreau.

Come on over.