My (Partial) Week of Italian Food in Washington, DC

In November the Embassy of Italy’s Istituto Italiano di Cultura – Washington celebrated the Week of Italian Food in America.  That week also, coincidentally, saw the opening of the Carpaccio exhibit at the National Gallery of Art.  To both events I say,  Buon Appetito!

Lovely Baking  

On behalf of the Istituto, I was invited to attend a Baking Masterclass taught by an Italian chef,  Rita Monastero.  Chef Rita has appeared on Italian television, written 11 cookbooks (alas, none in English, although one has been translated into Turkish), and has taught in-person classes throughout Italy and in Bangkok.  She is known as LovelyCheffa, which might lose something in translation.

Most of the students in the class were the lucky winners of a lottery conducted on social media, so I was not the only one taking many pictures, intending to post a record online!  But we did have to put down the camera (me) and phones (everybody else) because the class was hands-on with the dough.

Chef Rita started by demonstrating how to mix dough by making a well for the wet ingredients in the pile of flour on the table and attacking it with your hands until something forms that can be kneaded and left to rise.  Although I understand that this is a traditional European technique, I usually opt for a bowl and sometimes even a dough hook when I bake.  Chef didn’t disagree.  “I usually use a machine at home,” she admitted.  But she was good at it!

Chef Rita Demonstrates Mixing Dough
Recording Layering the Meat

The first project was a loaf of Semi-sweet Plaited Bread, filled with deli meat and cheese.  Chef made one, with help from some of the students, but since it has two rises and bakes for one hour, the finished product was produced by the magic oven just before class was over.  No one minded.

Chef Braids the Bread
Slicing the Finished Loaf

We also made Pumpkin Roman Buns, and got to practice a roll-up-and-tuck technique which promised to counteract the density of adding in mashed pumpkin.  Since the class buns didn’t have time to rise, we once again had to take it on trust that ours would have turned out as perfect as Chef Rita’s precooked ones did.

Rolling and Folding Rolls
Rolling Lesson
Like This?
My Rolls with the Recipe

The last lesson was one we all enjoyed, not least because we all got to take home the finished product: Grissini, or Italian Breadsticks.  We mixed a very simple dough and practiced fashioning sticks of varying thicknesses and lengths.  Names on the baking paper ensured that the batches were not mixed up.  Mine were delicious, if I say so myself.

Well, Not Bad for a First Try

At the end of the lesson, we indulged in a final round of recording the photogenic products.  Then we ate those products for lunch.

Finished Photogenic Products

And Lovely But Disappointing

The National Gallery of Art opened a new exhibit: Vittore Carpaccio: Master Storyteller of Renaissance Venice. Now I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression; I didn’t expect the pictures to be all about food, even though, when I hear “carpaccio” (and I think I’m not alone in this), what comes to mind is the dish of shaved raw meat dressed with vinaigrette.

This exhibit is rather a collection of the paintings of the appetizer’s namesake.  The legend holds that Giuseppe Cipriani, founder of Harry’s Bar in Venice, Italy, invented the dish in 1963 to honor a patron who was ordered by her doctor to eat uncooked meat.  The name came from the red pigments of the dresses in an exhibition of Carpaccio paintings near the restaurant.

Why was I disappointed?  Because search though I might, I could find nary a reference to food or cooking in any of these fabulously sumptuous pictures.  Full of detail as they were (and they were!  Many of them reward the prolonged gaze), they were sadly bereft of pictures including my particular obsession.  In only the very first example of Carpaccio’s work, at the entrance to the exhibit, did I notice any activity related to food gathering.  Admittedly, that one was terrific – a group of gentlemen in boats on the lagoon, fishing with egrets. 

The Gentlemen Fish While the Ladies Pose

I had to be satisfied for the rest of the exhibit with marveling at the paintings for themselves: St. George spearing the dragon, St Augustine in his study, a portrait of a fine young knight in armor half German and half Italian, according to our tour guide, Gretchen Hirschauer, curator of Italian and Spanish painting.

St George and the Unlucky Dragon
St. Augustine and Curator Hirschauer
Dragon Lives! As Wall Decoration

This exhibit of work by a Renaissance master not very well-known outside of Venice will be on view until February, 2023.  Go see it, and don’t ask, “Where’s the beef?”

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Happy International Stout Day!

My good friends at Taylor Strategy wanted to be sure I was aware of this “day” dedicated to my favorite style of beer.  They’re the PR firm for Guinness, so it makes perfect sense.  When they offered to send me a couple of bottles of Extra Stout to use as inspiration for an article, I graciously accepted.

Unboxing the Guinness

I went to the Guinness website in search of inspiration for recipes using or compatible with stout.  There are many; most of them either use beer as an ingredient or are designed to stand their ground with it by using bold, complementary flavors.  I chose Curried Cauliflower Gratin as an easy dinner dish to go with stout.  I added some sausage meat to make it a one-dish meal.

Cauliflower About to be Baked
And Ready to Eat

The recipe was easy to access from the Guinness site, which is not always a given.  The layout on the recipe page is sometimes confusing, and ingredient usages are not always clearly specified. Be sure you read the recipe closely before you choose it!

The difficulty level for the cauliflower dish is given as “easy,” which is correct.  This contrasts with the frankly “hard” rating for the featured recipe for Stout Day, contributed by Chef Kwame Onwuachi. The Ribeye Suya Skewers with Peanut and Guinness Extra-Stout Aioli is described as “elevated street food… sure to bring complex aromas and robust flavors to your home.”  The complete dish involves preparing five separate recipes; the ingredient list for one of them could not be found on the site.  And if you believe that the total prep time is only 25 minutes, I have a bridge you might be interested in purchasing. (Ironically, it’s the Peanut and Guinness Extra Stout Aioli ingredient list that’s missing – the only component that incorporates the ingredient of focus.)

But I digress.  The cauliflower was delicious.  It went very well with the Extra Stout.  Happy International Stout Day, indeed!

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Review: Nine Night at Round House

The Jamaican funeral tradition of Nine Night shapes the current production at the Round House Theatre.  Family matriarch Gloria has died and lies in state in her bedroom, while her family welcomes the community to celebrate her life with food, drink, dancing, and the airing of grievances.  It falls on Gloria’s cousin, Maggie (Kim Bey), and daughter Lorraine (Lilian Oben), to carry on the tradition while trying to sort out their feelings for her and the rest of the family.

The revelry occurs mostly offstage while the audience is treated to crackling performances by Anita (Kaitlyn Boyer), Lorraine’s daughter, Robert (Avery Glymph), and Sophie, Robert’s wife (Katie Debuys).  Family relationships are hashed over, and plans for the disposal of Gloria’s house proposed and contested.

Maggie has the best lines.  When the cremation of Gloria’s body is suggested, she replies, “We don’t cook our people!”  And another, and (I confess) rather baffling exclamation, “Don’t shoot the goose because the chicken never laid the egg!”

Robert, it appears, is a bit of a scam artist.  He tries to persuade his uncle Vince (Doug Brown) to fall in with his plan to sell the house, which Lorraine opposes.  She is trying to exorcize Gloria’s spirit from the house and her own psyche, when a visit from Trudy, Gloria’s daughter left behind years ago, makes an entrance which electrifies the play.

Trudy (Joy Demichelle) brings presents from Jamaica (including the all-important rum) for everyone, but more importantly, she’s a life-force which pushes all of the family towards confrontation of their personal demons.  The resolution of old issues moves the play towards its climax, together with the final resting of Gloria’s perturbed spirit.

Round House is continuing its own tradition of matching the offerings in its Fourth Wall Bar and Café to the current production.  It has partnered with Negril Jamaican Eatery, a venerable (over 40 years!) establishment with several locations in the area, to provide curries, patties, and coco bread together with one nod to the London setting of Nine Night, a banger sausage sandwich. For sweets and drinks, rum cake, sorrel (hibiscus) tea and Ting (Jamaican grapefruit soda) are available, along with three custom-designed bourbon and rum cocktails.

Avery Glymph (Robert), Doug Brown (Vince), Kaitlyn Boyer (Anita), Kim Bey (Maggie), and Lilian Oben (Lorraine) in Nine Night at Round House Theatre. Photo credit: Round House
Kaitlyn Boyer (Anita) and Joy DeMichelle (Trudy) in Nine Night at Round House Theatre. Photo credit: Round House
Cast, Director (Timothy Douglas) and Author (Natasha Gordon) at the Opening Night Party
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Three Odd Things: July 2022 Edition

I didn’t have to leave the front aisle of the Olney Harris Teeter in order to gather the Odd Things entries for this month.  The seasonal Summer display included what might be the epitome of the bone-laziness of the American people crossed with a slightly less disgusting but still snort-inducing appliance.

First, this:

Mo Muss, No Fuss, No Fun

S’mores-in-a-bag.  Not kidding. 

A product which takes possibly the most nostalgia-infused production ever, which can only properly be produced by an open flame, the marshmallow held in the sweet spot of a campfire for just the right amount of time for the proper char and meltiness; the Hershey’s milk chocolate square poised on the graham cracker, ready to receive said marshmallow neatly and without slopping off the sides; the warm but not burning sensation of the gooey, melty, crunchy, perfect bite of a summer night; and puts it in a bag for shelf-stable consumption.

May whoever conceived of this travesty be condemned to having every marshmallow they ever try to toast fall off into the flames.

And then right next to the sacks of decadence was a stack of electric burners designed for melting marshmallows on a tabletop.  Is there no end?  Does anyone have house space for a single-use appliance designed for possibly the narrowest of applications ever?  (Says the admitted owner of a breadmaker which has sat unused for many many years.)

Just a Little More Fuss

And think of the mess when the marshmallow falls off your stick and melts on your kitchen table, or worse, falls on the burner itself!

Strolling over to the produce aisle, I found the third Odd Thing: Baby Groot flogging roasted pistachio nuts.

I Am Green Groot
Full of Nuts

Is there a rivalry going on between advertising agencies?  Baby Groot vs. Baby Yoda?  I thought it was cute when I saw the “I was Groot” chopstick rests and even bought a couple, but this is really going too far.  I can see that it’s way too late to stop the tide of merchandising tie-ins, but I never thought of Groot as a pistachio tree, and I bet he didn’t either.  Assuming there are pistachios in the “Guardians of the Galaxy” universe.

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Wild Backyard: Spring-Summer 2022 Edition

So, maybe succession is real.  When I was lamenting the dearth of pokeweed, for years so prolific in my backyard, my daughter suggested that it was just the natural progression of the species population.

But isn’t that the whole point of having lawns, yards, gardens, etc.: to tame the spread of nature and halt the processes that would return our artificial savanna to Eastern woodlands?  How dare the pokeweed decide to overrule us humans and absent itself by its own volition?

Whatever, the profusion of poke seems to have been supplanted by a fine harvest of wineberries.  I’ll be the first to admit that I have encouraged the several thickets that have sprung up on the edges of my yard, as I really love this wild fruit.

Wineberries: Part of the Harvest
Wineberries on the Bush

Totally ignored by commercial fruit interests, more fragile than raspberries, covered with mostly-benign thorns, fairly seedy, these bushes supply me with breakfast fruit for their all-too-brief season in the late spring through early summer.  I usually manage to beat the birds and deer to enough of them to eat them fresh (many go directly from bush to mouth) and freeze a few for later.

This season, there were plenty to eat and also to use to produce a batch of shrub.  I made a small amount of this old but newly-trendy elixir last year as an experiment and wished I had made more.  This time, I used a whole quart of apple cider vinegar and have plenty to try out with new uses.  Besides just drinking it mix-and-matched with sparkling water, lemonade, and/or hibiscus tea, I’ve used it to quick-pickle onions and as a substitute for vinegar in salad dressing.

It keeps for weeks in the refrigerator.  I look forward to finding many more uses for it!

Shrub Begun

The purple shiso is shaping up to be another fine crop.  I’ve been marinating leaves overnight in soy sauce, garlic, brown sugar and red pepper flakes, then wrapping each leaf around a small chopstickful of warm rice.  It’s the Korean way, and takes practice to do it gracefully.  Even when the little bundles fall apart (which mine do frequently), they are still delicious.  Even better with a little sesame oil.

Shiso in the Pot
Shiso Escaped
Shiso Marinating

The shiso was a gift from a friend of mine a few years ago.  She warned me that it would take over the yard, so I planted it in a large pot on my patio.  I am now finding it in odd places where, I suppose, the birds have had their way with it.  It hasn’t managed to overwhelm the grass (and assorted interloping weeds) of the lawn yet, and I imagine the regular cutting keeps it in check.  I don’t mind having a pop of purple in odd places around the place – and tasty with it!

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Dogfish’s Latest Spin: Fermentation Engastration, Layers and Lay-ers

I should not have been surprised to learn of a collaboration between Gastro Obscura and Dogfish Head Brewery.  I’ve been enjoying regular email from G.O. for several years now, informing me of weird and wonderful things of culinary interest.  (See also my review of their book, Gastro Obscura: A Food Adventurer’s Guide.)

And Dogfish Head: such a good match in attitude and spirit!  Their previous adventures have included Midas Touch with the University of Pennsylvania Museum, a beer based on a 2,700-year-old recipe.  I have a dogfish-shaped church key with their motto, “Off-centered Ales,” both practical and whimsical.

Bottle and Bottle Opener

Now comes their latest oblong-shaped effort, dubbed “Fermentation Engastration.”  A little bit of an eye-roll, maybe?  This multisyllabic moniker (strange even for their line of product) commands attention, but the description of the beverage behind the label as “the turducken of the beer world” inspires amused interest, and a desire to experience it for oneself.  Fortunately, I was able to do that.  Sam Calagione, Dogfish Head founder and brewer, kindly sent me a bottle to taste.

I’m aware of the term “turducken” by way of Paul Prudhomme, the late, lamented New Orleans chef.  He popularized (if not invented) this example of culinary excess, by which a deboned chicken is stuffed inside a duck, which in turn is stuffed inside a turkey.  The whole construct is then roasted long enough to cook it through.  It’s tricky – cooked too long, the turkey breast will be irretrievably dried out; not long enough, and the chicken will be dangerously underdone. The duck should be pretty good, though, especially if seasoned with plenty of Cajun-style spice.

So how does the metaphor translate to a liquid beverage?   Mr. Calagione says, “The ‘turducken’ of beer… artfully melds a whole myriad of complex ideas and brewing concepts into one multi-layered drinking event.”  According to the Dogfish Head blog, “Fermentation Engastration draws inspiration from a collection of complex fermented beverages – a rose-scented sake, a Mid-Atlantic honey and date mead, a bittersweet hard cider, a fruity Muscat wine and a rustic farmhouse ale.”

Translate that to the ingredients on the label: barley, spelt, muscat grape juice concentrate, flaked rice, apple juice concentrate, honey rice syrup, date syrup, yeast, hops and rose petals.

I Had to Share It

Now this could well have resulted in a muddle of undistinguished flavors, but such is the mastery of craft at Dogfish Head that our tasting of Fermentation Engastration resulted in a delightful experience.  Each flavor was distinct, presenting in series and on separate places on the tongue and palate.  As sip followed sip, the drinker was presented with an intriguing, complex experience.  There was a distinct floral essence on the back of the tongue; a sense of grapey-ness, only a touch sweet; and just a tiny hint of hops in the finish.

In short, a unique beer and a worthy entrant in the collection of Dogfish Head’s experimental brews.  I’m only sorry it appears to be no longer available, limited edition as it was.  I’ll look forward to their next collaboration, perhaps again with Gastro Obscura?  An Obscura object of desire.

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Nollywood Dreams Review: Your Dreams Too Could Come True!

The current show at Round House assures many laughs, admiration for the set and lighting design, envy for the amazing costumes based on African fabrics, and a few tasty snacks as well.  What’s not to like?

The plot is admittedly light and fanciful.  Nothing profound or weighty, but if you are looking for a perfect rom-com escape for these warm summer nights, this is it.  The acting is consistently hilarious, matched to parts of the ingenue, the wacky sidekick (sister), the handsome leading man,  the nemesis, and a facilitator or two.  All plot twists one expects are fully present, including the ending. (Happy ending? I bet you can guess!)

Yao Dogbe (Gbenga Ezie), Ernaisja Curry (Ayamma Okafor), Renea S. Brown (Dede Okorafor), and Joel Ashur (Wale Owasu). Photo by Margot Shulman Photography
Joel Ashur (Wale Owasu) and Jacqueline Youm (Adenikeh). Photo by Margot Shulman Photography

Ayamma, a naïf dreaming of making it big in the Nigerian film industry, marks time while working at her parents’ travel agency along with her sister, Dede.  Dede has a crush on Wale Owasu, a big star in said industry.  Suddenly, Ayamma has a chance to audition for a film starring Wale.  A complication: the leading role opposite Wale is all but assured to fall to the established actress, Fayola.  Plot twists and hijinks ensue.

A recurring conceit, and one of the best treats, of the show finds the theater audience cast as the viewers of the Adenikeh Show, whose eponymic embodiment sports ever-more fabulous costumes as the evening progresses.  Is textile porn a thing?  Can I make it one?  Adenikeh’s personality matches her outfits.  As with all the actors, she is a treat to watch.

And speaking of treats, the café at Round House is offering African dishes and specialty cocktails to complete your sensory experience.  I’ll quote the Round House Food and Beverage Manager, Frank Manganello,  as he describes the offerings:

“We have a thematic menu for every show, and try to incorporate food and drink options that enhance the experience of coming to see the performance.   I’ve incorporated the Suya spice blend to add a smoky/spicy kick to a homemade ‘BBQ sauce’ for a shredded chicken sandwich and also as a spicy dusting on roasted peanuts. We’re also featuring the West African superfood, fonio, in a bowl with lots of fresh veggies, herbs, and a tangy yogurt sauce. We partnered with Nigerian-owned Egunsi Foods to offer two items on the menu, a savory and vegan brown-eyed-pea stew called Gbegiri (reminiscent of lentil dahl) and Ata Din Din, a sweet and spicy red pepper sauce, that comes served as a dip with plantain chips. And of course, Dede’s favorite snack (ginger cookies) can be found as well!

“For cocktails, we’re featuring three for Nollywood Dreams. At opening, we were serving ‘Bringing Love’, which contains two locally-owned products! Blackleaf Vodka, Pratt Standard ginger syrup, lemon, and soda water. We’ve got a low-alcohol version of Nigerian Chapman spiced up with Campari, and a Bourbon Old Fashioned with homemade tamarind syrup called ‘The Comfort Zone.'”

At the Opening/Press Night, food was being sampled as well as Blackleaf Vodka, locally imported by entrepreneur Kevin Larkai.  A sip revealed it to be both smooth and complex.

Savory Snax to Sample

And when the cast paraded out for their flowers and hugs, they were resplendent in African fabric duds.  Yao Dagbe, especially, who as Gbenga Ezie sported the most extravagant designs of the male cast, seemed ready for his close-up as boulevardier.

The Cast and Crew Pose
Yao Dogbe Cuts a Fine Figure

Nollywood Dreams at Round House Theatre, by Jocelyn Bioh, directed by Raymond Q. Caldwell.  Through July 3.

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Up Close and Impersonal with Yotam Ottolenghi: With an Aside Concerning a Coincidental Event

Last weekend I travelled out to the Music Center at Strathmore in Rockville twice, and faced a little cognitive dissonance as I was exposed to not one but two cults of personality; two different tribes with the same enthusiastic vibe centered on the object of their obsession.

On Friday, I went to see the opera “The Parable of the Sower.” I knew the book it’s based on is regarded by many in the science fiction community as visionary, one of the seminal works of Afro-Futurism.  I didn’t know that there is a sizable cult of passionate devotees of Octavia Butler’s oeuvre, and it includes Bernice Johnson Reagon and Toshi Reagon.

Bernice Johnson Reagon was a founder of Sweet Honey in the Rock, an a cappella vocal ensemble which has performed traditional and original material since its founding in 1973.  I figured that the combination of Butler and the Reagons meant some powerful magic was happening – and it was. 

After the play ended, the audience was welcomed to stay for a conversation with Toshi Reagon and adrienne maree brown.  Reagon and brown host a podcast called Octavia’s Parables, where they take deep dives into all of Butler’s works.  The play has had a long history of workshops and performances (and its own website).  Fans follow its progress on social media.  In the minds of many, Octavia Butler is alive and well, and lives through her books.  (See my review of the opera here.)

Sunday’s event couldn’t be more different, but eerily similar at the same time.  Instead of a stage filled with musicians and actors, there were two chairs, one each for Chef Yotam Ottolenghi and one for Mary Beth Albright of the Washington Post, his interlocutor for the evening.  The two of them engaged in conversation.  Chef Yotam delivered opinions and inside stories, described his recipe testing process, and explained how he puts a cookbook together.

There was a sideshow in the lobby.  This consisted of a counter where Chef Yotam’s cookbooks were sold.  Long lines formed to purchase pre-signed books.  Another line marked the table where audience members could fill out cards with questions for the chef.  There was, alas, no actual contact with the great man for the hoi polloi, but there was definitely an air of hero worship.

His books foreground vegetables.  Although not himself a vegetarian, he believes vegetables should not take a back seat to meat as the main event, but can shine on their own.  When asked about his philosophy for recipe development, he described a method of layering ingredients and flavors on large platters for best visceral effect.  “The team always asks, ‘Is this Ottolenghi enough?’  Each dish must be Ottolenghified” by adding a surprise of flavor or garnish.

Pressed for details of his testing process, he admitted to some unusual steps.  One involves using “bad” ingredients to see how they would affect the final dish.  Then there is his secret weapon: a woman named Claudine in Wales, who tests every recipe (thousands!) and submits written reports.  This provides the perspective of cooking a dish in the real world.

Audience questions were addressed.  What is your comfort food?  Rice and lentils with fried onions.  It’s known throughout the Middle East; called koshary in Egypt.  Did having kids change your cooking?  Yes!  They’re brutally honest critics.

Asked about the process of putting a cookbook together, the chef talked enthusiastically about styling and photographing the dishes.  “It comes to life when it’s photographed.”  It was not a surprise to learn that his thesis topic (for a major in comparative literature) was photography as a representation of reality.

His restaurants and food shops, all in London, were of interest to the audience.  He is especially well known for the brownies sold there, and here he divulged the secret of their deliciousness: chopped gianduja bars in the mix.  I can’t wait to try it!

Until international travel becomes a bit easier, a visit from an internationally-known chef will have to do.  I don’t have to travel for the gianduja, either.  The internet is my friend.

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America Imagines Japan: Sakura Matsuri in DC

It was amazing that this year’s Sakura Matsuri was the 60th annual Japanese street festival in Washington, but was the first I had been to.  Maybe it had to do with my conviction that it wouldn’t be anything like the several matsuris I had seen in Japan.

It wasn’t a totally uninformed opinion; I have been to several night markets in Asia, and the ones in Portland and Baltimore operate in alternate universes.  I figured that this matsuri would be about the same – an Americanized production with faint echoes of Japan-ness to it.

And, I was right!  But I found myself enjoying it anyway!  Viruses are not the only things that are contagious in our world; I succumbed to a kind of mutual cheerfulness born of shared experience, floating in the air.  Thousands of us were packed into a few blocks of Pennsylvania Avenue determined to have a good time, many imaginatively dressed.  There were plenty of things to enjoy: music, performances, drumming (so much drumming!) kid’s activities, exhibits, shopping, food.

As soon as I walked onto the fenced-off area of the avenue, I saw a familiar brand: Dolci Gelati, a fixture in Washington for several years.  What qualified this unquestionably Italian company to sell their product at a Japanese event?  The flavors they were offering, that’s what: matcha green tea, cherry blossom, vanilla ginger gelato, and Asian pear sorbetto. (And chocolate.  You can’t not have chocolate.)  Gianluigi Dellaccio himself, the company president, was there.  It was nice to meet him.  I’ve been enjoying his gelato at the Takoma Park store for several years now.

Imaginatively Dressed Gelato Customers

There was an interesting assortment of booths for various interest groups.  Origami, traditional Japanese handicrafts, trivia, and many others were represented.  An HBO Max show called Bree’s Bakeoff Challenge attracted some fervent fans.

Bree’s Bakeoff Fans

Other sightings ranged from a little girl in a yukata

Yukata and Capitol

To a clutch of Elegant Lolitas gathered by a fountain

Lolitas and a Guy in a Helmet

To a pair of Okinawan kimono

Okinawa Welcomes You Beyond Tokyo

To the wonderful variety of cosplayers lined up for a contest.

Look! It’s Sailor Moon!

And what about the food?  There was an array of the usual street fair fare, some having little to do with anything Japanese, but also some almost-authentic offerings.  The line for Saku Saku Flakerie was short enough to tempt me into buying two of their buns for lunch.  The black sesame and purple potato buns were tasty.  I thought about the matcha kouign-amann but just couldn’t quite stomach the fusion stretch.

A Little Fusion Cognitive Dissonance

Then there was the taiyaki tent.  Who knew there would be such a demand for fish waffles?  The line stretched for, seemingly, miles.  It did not seem to faze Joriz, who wore an appropriate hat with good humor and great elan. I would have liked one or two taiyaki but would have been late for the fish killing.

Good Sport Joriz

As it was, I arrived in good time to get a seat at the ike jime demonstration.  This technique, as practiced by Andrew Tsui, founder and president of the Ike Jime Federation, assures the very highest quality of fish destined for sushi and sashimi.  Done properly, the fish feel no pain when they are lulled off to oblivion without stress, and cooled immediately in a slurry of ice and water (“slushed.”)  Mr. Tsui’s organization is devoted to teaching fishermen how to handle their catch in this manner to assure top grade product.

This Flounder is Bound for Sushi
It Bleeds Out Peacefully in the Water
The Fish Meets Its Destiny
Future Sushi Chefs?

Following the fish, a lecture on cocktail making utilized this big inflatable bottle of shochu.  There was no shochu inside, and there did not appear to be any samples in the offing.

Big Shochu Bottle, Empty

And following that (for something completely different), a rousing performance by Ryukyukoku Matsuri Daiko of drumming and dancing.  They had the crowd with them right up to the big finish.

They Came From Massachusetts

Browsing the merchandise tents, I found the perfect fairing to remember the day: a pair of chopstick rests emblazoned with “I WAS GROOT” from a woodworker, who also had handmade chopsticks and other admirable stock.  But I have a chopstick rest collection, and the science fiction reference was perfect.

My Chopsticks Need a Rest

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Grace, It’s Generational

Tradition and history strengthen the resolve in the face of impending loss.  A good recipe for black-eyed peas helps, too. 

Grace, a new musical playing until May 14 at Ford’s Theatre, celebrates the multi-generational culinary tradition of a long-established restaurant and catering business run by the black Minton family in Philadelphia.  With daughter Ruthie in danger of losing the restaurant as the customer base vanishes through neighborhood gentrification, the family must pull together to save it, or let it be a casualty of “The Wave of Change,” as the song describes.

At first, bowed by the recent loss of the family matriarch, the two generations gathered for the funeral are obsessed with their own issues.  One brother pushes for selling the place.  He even claims to have a “guy” interested in buying it.  Others support carrying on with the century-old Minton family business, but can’t quite come around to helping Ruthie out with the critical loan payment that is just about to come due.

There’s a cast of twelve mostly outstanding voices, Virginia Ann Woodruff as Miss Minnie and Nova Y. Payton’s Ruthie strongest among them, both with showstopping solos.  Woodruff’s belting belies her shuffling walk and elderly stoop as she assumes the mantle of eldest family member.  Payton’s finest moment comes about midway through the production; in a longer play (this one is just 90 intermission-less minutes), it would surely serve as the Act One curtain.

The backdrop (designed by Jason Ardizzone-West) almost functions as an additional cast member, displaying a mural of the past generations of Minton’s owners, creatively highlighted as each ancestor is name-checked in “Bogle, Augustin, Prosser, Dorsey, Jones & Minton.”   A history lesson that goes down a treat.

From left: Jarran Muse, Raquel Jennings, Nova Y. Payton, Virginia Ann Woodruff, Rayshun LaMarr, Arica Jackson, David Hughey, and Duawne Starling. Ford’s Theatre presents the world-premiere musical Grace, by acclaimed American composer, Nolan Williams Jr, and directed and choreographed by Robert Barry Fleming.

The variety of musical styles include classical jazz, R&B, soul and traditional spirituals, lending themselves to moods from wistfulness to moments of broad comedy.  “Black-Eyed Peas” is hilarious as a study of one-upmanship through salad recipes.  (Speaking of, I can’t remember ever seeing a recipe as lagniappe printed in a theatrical program, but there it is, courtesy of Carla Hall, no less!)

Another rousing number, “The Gospel Bird (This Chicken Died),” starts out as a testament to that fine dish, fried chicken wings, and climaxes with the entire cast doing the chicken dance. 

I don’t think it will count as a spoiler to recount that Grace ends on a hopeful, if rather rushed, note, embodying its title as the entire family is united in their desire to work toward the continuance of the Minton family tradition and culinary enterprise.  Go see it, and you, too, will feel the urge to praise the chicken who died so that you might live.

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