We may be buying into gender stereotypes here, but if there’s one thing that most dads love, it’s solving problems. So forget about buying his yearly tie, belt or argyle socks, and take your pick from our carefully collected list of twenty-five problem-solving products.
After 40 years, a cookbook by some of Americas best-loved photographers is being published for the first time
Perhaps the salient thing about food, from a photographers point of view, is that it doesnt last. Even the most gorgeous, curvaceous pepper those shot by Edward Weston in 1930 are among the cameras greatest still lifes must either be chopped up and eaten, or rot.
Back in 1977, Deborah Barsel, a bored employee at George Eastman House in New York, home to the USs finest photography collection, had the idea of asking artists to contribute food-related pictures and recipes to a cookery book. Nearly 40 years on, the project has been brought to fruition after a box of letters and pictures from the likes of surrealist legend Brassa and William Eggleston, who captured the US south, was discovered in a store room.
Its a great idea whose time has come. Quality cookbooks in 1977 were more likely to be illustrated with sensitive line drawings such as John Mintons for Elizabeth Davids classics on southern European food. Today, photography and cookery are inseparable. I recently went to a restaurant whose lavishly photographed recipe book I own. It was a chance to order dishes whose pictures I have been looking at for years, including ones that are too fussy to cook at home. Damn, no cod cheeks in the fridge! So I ordered the cod cheeks and, yes, they were as good as their photograph.
Now, when I look at the picture, Ill remember the taste, the time, the fun. Foods impermanence makes it the stuff of richly associative memories such as these. I wish I had been at the New York restaurant where Stephen Shore photographed the aftermath of a meal in 1972. It must have been a good one. Black coffee, and a cigar. The sharp colours tell of a meeting, a conversation, maybe business, maybe love: all the social stuff of city lunches. Or was he eating alone?
Real character in photography comes from a precise, rich engagement with the suggestiveness of the physical world. That cigar in Shores ashtray, the cherry garnish on a Neal Slavin hotdog. Egglestons cheese grits casserole, using half a pound of Velveeta cheese, sits alongside his 1976 photograph of an empty diner, whose bright yellow walls evoke the cheese he likes to melt all over his down home food.
As with most of the contributors, Eggleston shares a fondness for ingredients that are now practically illegal on health grounds: this is the 1970s, and the dishes are steeped in the saturates of the time graham crackers, frozen macaroni cheese. This is a cookbook to look at rather than use, if you value your arteries.
Food is not a fetishistic obsession for great photographers, it seems, so much as a movable feast, a theatrical moment in the midst of everyday life. Eileen Cowins vegetable cheese casserole is just lots of veg baked in ricotta: fast and easy, to suit the chaotic lifestyle portrayed in her shot of a kid watching TV from the same table as a couple trying to have a candlelit dinner (pictured overleaf).
Photography is the art of modern lifes flux; the moments that make the best pictures may not be food on a plate so much as pots in a sink, people at a counter, coffee on a stove. Above all, food is social: in Barbara Cranes rawly coloured snapshot of people passing slices of pizza at a party, the sharing is what its all about.
When this lovely project was launched, photography was at a crossroads: modernist masters such as Ansel Adams were still composing pictures of great formal beauty while younger photographers were recording more random scenes. Artists such as Ed Ruscha were exploring the cameras power as a conceptual tool. These pictures allow us to savour a great moment, melting in the mouth like Velveeta cheese.
Pavlova: Grant Mudford
There are many things from Australia I remember with great affection, partly due to their absence elsewhere in the world. I truly miss: old Holdens (cars), gladioli (flowers), galas and kookaburras (birds), Ayers Rock (natural monument) and the bush (outback country). Australian cuisine on the whole is forgettable, with one notable exception: the pav! Its named after the Russian dancer Anna Pavlova, who in 1926 performed Swan Lake in Australia. Description: a soft, marshmallow-centered dessert with crisp, lightly browned meringue crust, topped with whipped cream and fresh fruit.
Egg whites use at least 8
2 rounded tbsp sugar per egg white
1 drop of vinegar per egg white
Heat the oven to 150C/300F/gas mark 2. Beat the egg whites until stiff. Add the sugar gradually while beating; add vinegar. Cover an oven tray with greased paper. Spread the mix out in a disc (nine or 10 inches in diameter), put in the oven, and turn down the heat to 110C/225F/gas mark . Bake for one and a half hours.
Add toppings just before serving: whipped cream, strawberries, pineapple, cherries, kiwi and other fresh fruit.
Based in LA, Mudford is best known for his work with the architect Louis Kahn.
Cheese grits casserole: William Eggleston
Chinese find suggests barley was used for booze before being grown for food – and that beer could have played a role in the development of society
Chinese villagers could have been raising a pint 5,000 years ago, according to new research.
Archaeologists studying vessels unearthed in the Shaanxi province of China say theyve uncovered beer-making equipment dating from between 3400 and 2900 BC – an era known as the late Yangshao period – and figured out the recipe to boot.
China has an early tradition of fermentation and evidence of rice-based fermented beverage has been found from the 9000-year-old Jiahu site. However, to our knowledge, [the new discovery] is the first direct evidence of in situ beer making in China, said Jiajing Wang of Stanford University, first author of the new research.
The team examined residues in the vessels to reveal that the brew was made from a wide range of plants, including broomcorn millet (Panicum miliaceum), Jobs tears (Coix lacryma-jobi) and barley.
The discovery marks the earliest known evidence of barley being used in China, suggesting that the crop arrived in the country around 1,000 years earlier than previously thought.
From dazed election night revellers in Washington DC to a gay Trump voter in Detroit to kids in Kentucky … The US writer gauges the mood of a divided nation
The word surreal is overused and often wrongly used, but in the case of the Washington Post Election Night Live party, the word was apt. First of all, it was a disco. There was a DJ playing a frenetic mix of contemporary Top 40 and pointedly apropos songs such as Pat Benatars Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Youre a real tough cookie with a long history ). Behind the DJ there were dozens of screens showing various television networks coverage of the election. The screens were so bright and so huge, and the colours so primary and vivid, that the experience was like being trapped inside an enormous jar of jelly beans.
Women dressed like Vegas showgirls made their way through the crowd with towering tiered hats adorned with chocolates from one of the evenings sponsors. The chocolates, round and the size of strawberries, were offered in pairs, enclosed in loose plastic sacks a bizarre but perhaps intentionally lewd optic? The bartenders were setting out Campari Americanos by the dozens. The food was by chefs Jos Andrs and the brothers Voltaggio. The Washington Post has a right to celebrate the paper is thriving and its political coverage extraordinary but this felt like Rome before the fall.
At some point early on, the music was turned down for 20 minutes so Karen Attiah of the Post could moderate a live conversation between the current German ambassador, Peter Wittig, and former Mexican ambassador Arturo Sarukhan. The talk was serious and enlightening, but the ambassadors seemed baffled by the nightclub atmosphere, and besides, few people were listening. The party was about the party.
And everyone expected Hillary Clinton to win. The attendees were largely Washington insiders lobbyists, staffers, legislative aides, pundits and producers. Most were liberal and most were confident. The nights only potential for suspense centred around whether or not Clinton would take some of the toss-up states, like Florida and North Carolina. When she was declared the winner which was expected before the partys scheduled end-time of 10 oclock there would be talk of who would be appointed what, with a not-insignificant portion of the partygoers in line for positions in the new administration.
Thus the mood was ebullient at seven oclock, when the event started, and was electric by eight. Kentucky and Indiana were announced for Donald Trump and that news was met with a shrug. More scantily clad women walked through the rooms serving hors doeuvres, and soon there were at least three showgirls wearing hats of towering testicle-chocolates. Young Washingtonians swayed to the music. Drinks were set under chairs and spilled. A young girl in a beautiful party dress walked through the drunken partygoers looking for her parents.
Then nine oclock came around and the party began to turn. Most of the states thus far had gone for Trump. None of these victories was unexpected, but the reddening of the national map was disheartening, and the margins in those states were often greater than expected. He took Texas, North Dakota, Kansas, Mississippi. Not a problem for the crowd, but by 9.30, people were panicking. Trump was leading in Florida and North Carolina. Nate Silver, the statistics shaman who had been roundly criticised for overestimating Trumps chances, now posted that a Trump victory was likely. Ohio was in the bag, Pennsylvania was trending toward him, and it looked like he could win Wisconsin and Michigan. A hundred guests turned their attention from the big screens to their little screens. They paced and made calls. The party emptied and we all spilled into the streets. Beyond the Washington Post building and beyond DC, the country had been swamped by a white tsunami few saw coming.
For foodies, September kicks off pumpkin spice season, but for Halloween enthusiasts, the month before October begins a short duration of time dedicated to all things horror-themed. From books to movies to real-life attractions, fall is prime time for adrenaline levels to spike with fear, and if you thought staged hayrides and deep-rooted mazes gave you a thrill, there are a handful of haunted places to stay overnight sans actors and cheesy, overdone costumes that offer an authentic scare.
I’ve been a fan of haunted houses since I was a kid, and even though I will most likely end up clinging to any article of clothing I can grab onto with my clammy hands, or hovering behind the tallest, largest person in the group for “protection,” I cannot get enough of getting scared. Sitting through horror films, inhaling Stephen King novels, walking through high corn stalks at night, you name it, and I’m probably game. But, I’ve yet to check off an overnight stay at a haunted house from my Halloween-themed bucket list.
Haunted houses are legendary, and there are plenty around the country if you do your research. Here are a few overnight stays that promise paranormal encounters you can brag about to all your friends.
1. The Lizzie Borden House
The chilling ballad of Lizzie Borden is a classic, creepy sing-song that’s been stuck in my memory since childhood. Assuming you’re unfamiliar with the axe murderess, allow me.
Lizzie Borden took an axe,
gave her mother 40 whacks.
When she saw what she had done,
she gave her father 41.
Transforming her Massachusetts home into a bed and breakfast was, in my opinion, bloody brilliant. Though the actual murders date back to 1892, Lizzie clearly made quite the impression (and marketing ploy).
Visitors have the option to either spend the night, or they can rent a floor, or even the entire household, for parties, events, and paranormal assessments. You can also request to stay in Lizzie’s haunted suite if you’d like, but be warned, this humble abode shares a bathroom with the John Morse Room, aka where mommy dearest was murdered.
2. The Stanley Hotel
For those who dedicated the weeks running from September through October to burying their minds in thrillers, The Stanley Hotel is epic for horror enthusiasts looking to get a scare off the page.
Stephen King’s 1977 thriller was inspired by a stay at The Stanley Hotel with his wife Tabitha in 1947. To their surprise, the couple were the only two guests to stay over that fateful night.
King described his spooky, yet inspiring night at The Stanley Hotel,
I dreamed of my three-year-old son running through the corridors, looking back over his shoulder, eyes wide, screaming. He was being chased by a fire-hose. I woke up with a tremendous jerk, sweating all over, within an inch of falling out of bed.
I got up, lit a cigarette, sat in a chair looking out the window at the Rockies, and by the time the cigarette was done, I had the bones of the book firmly set in my mind.
So, you in?
3. Prospect Hill Bed And Breakfast Inn
If you’re looking for a paranormal experience that’s a little more low-key (aka not downright terrifying), the ghosts at Prospect Hill Inn are said to be more playful than petrifying. Guests recall waking up to delicious aroma of muffins, peanut butter, and cookies, even smelling hints of a pleasant perfume in the air.
Of course, ghosts will be ghosts, so random, opening doors and the sound of footsteps are normal occurrences. According to the hotel’s official website, spirits are described as typical guests.
How’s that for co-existing?
4. The Historic Farnsworth House Inn
Taking into consideration just how much history looms in Gettsyburg, Pennsylvania, hauntings are practically expected.
The Farnsworth House Inn offers a ton of ghost walks and presentations to spook, but an overnight stay will also teach you a thing or two about this city’s haunted past.
From the East Cemetery Hill Walk to the Witching Hour Ghost Hunt, it’s safe to say you’ll be in for a seriously spooky stay here.
5. The Queen Mary
Who ever said spirits can’t enjoy the high seas, too?
Voted as one of the most haunted places in America by magazine, Queen Mary docked on Dec. 9, 1967 in Long Beach, California, and has been a floating hotel ever since. Spirit sightings include a dearly departed sailor, “lady in white,” and children who drowned in the cruise ship’s pool.
Daytime tours are open to the public, but we all know everything gets way more interesting when the sun goes down. Guests can partake in paranormal tours at twilight, or spooky seances to encourage a little ghost activity before bed.
6. Villisca Axe Murder House
The best ghost stories are the messiest in my opinion, so if you’re a fan of fear, Villisca’s Ax Murder House is for you.
I normally wouldn’t piece together terror and the state of Iowa, but in June of 1912, two adults and six children were brutally murdered in their own beds, without a suspect to try for the violent crime.
To honor the victims and house the great mystery, Darwin and Martha Linn purchased the mansion in 1994, restoring the home from a vacant crime scene to a tourist attraction that to this day holds pain, great tragedy, and a lot of gruesome horror.
7. Lemp Mansion
Ready for some beer and boo? John Adam Lemp was a German native who came over to America in 1838, starting his life in the states as a grocer and eventually starting his own lager business. He died a millionaire, but you know what they say about money buying happiness (hint: it doesn’t).
The family’s demise is a collage of suicide, a decline in wealth, and liquidation, and apparently the ghosts of Lemp’s past continue to roam the mansion for guests to goggle at. Choose from haunted history and hunting tours to see what these spirits are really up to these days.
8. Captain Grant’s, 1754
Nothing says spooky quite like a cabin in the woods. Add a little history to the mix, and you’ve got yourself a ghostly gold mine.
Captain Grant’s historic inn stands cozy in between Foxwoods and Mohegan Sun casinos, so if things get too freaky, at least you have a few escape options. The bed and breakfast is privy to spirits looking for a place to stay when their cemetery plot feels played out.
And the ownership and staff are aware of their otherworldly guests, offering a Talking With Spirits package that features a communication lesson connecting you with those who have yet to cross over.
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On its 60th birthday, people from Sweden to Bulgaria with doubts about the EU speak their mind about whether the project is worth pursuing
A triple-A rating is more important than solidarity. Were digging our own grave
Author and syndicated columnist David Limbaugh went back and forth with Donald Trump supporters on Twitter today, arguing that the idea that Ted Cruz was somehow trying to steal the election from Trump by attempting to win 1,237 delegates was “entitlement thinking.”Eventually he’d had enough of arguing.
Seems Trump supporters are mad at the world and the only thing that will make them happy is if Trump is the next president. No exceptions.
— David Limbaugh (@DavidLimbaugh) April 8, 2016
Your anger is legitimate but ours isnt. Your vote counts but ours doesnt. Your candidate is entitled but ours must withdraw. Its amazing.
— David Limbaugh (@DavidLimbaugh) April 8, 2016
Its easy to inflame people with suggestions of establishment conspiracy at convention but candidates have right to compete for delegates.
— David Limbaugh (@DavidLimbaugh) April 8, 2016
Trump could have cinched this if he hadnt behaved the way he has, but you guys egged him on like it is a virtue to be unvirtuous.
— David Limbaugh (@DavidLimbaugh) April 8, 2016
@DavidLimbaugh nobody controls Trump.
— patrick jones (@jasper_pirate) April 8, 2016
Including, apparently, Trump. https://t.co/zQcxfgnEQV
— Brit Hume (@brithume) April 8, 2016
— Scott Jones (@POPSradio) April 8, 2016
— PJS (@Smallfindings) April 8, 2016
That’s French for “BOOM.”
— Tim Doran (@DoranTdoran) April 8, 2016
— Rick Worent (@RWorent) April 8, 2016
— John DeFriese (@jmddfr) April 8, 2016
— Bob Gerstner (@BobGerstner1) April 8, 2016
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