Sometimes even the most intrepid need a break from the Lehigh Valley for a weekend. When that happens, the valley's central location makes any number of different adventures possible all within one hundred miles. Just North there is skiing; further North, the Poconos. Directly East is New York City; to the South-East the Jersey Shore. To the South, Philadelphia. To the South-West Amish County. To the West gorgeous Farmlands and the Allegheny Plateau. Something along all the rays of the compass rose.
Historically, it was this central location which made Allentown important as a commercial and industrial hub in the 19th century. Coal produced in the anthracite regions had to pass down the Lehigh & Delaware Canal (through Allentown-Bethlehem-Easton) and later the Lehigh Valley RR before reaching ports in Philadelphia. Even today, the Lehigh Valley sits at the population center of the Atlantic Metropolis which makes it an ideal location for shipping and distribution (as evidenced by the trucking centers at the Western edge of Lehigh County). Since its first moments, the Lehigh Valley's identity has been tied together with its proximity to both a rural hinterland and the great metropolitan markets of the Mid-Atlantic seaboard.
While these commercial concerns may not have much to do with an exciting quality of life, the physical proximity that creates the Valley's distribution success means varied activities and landscapes are quickly in reach. This weekend, I ventured Northward to the county seat of Pike County--Milford, Pa.
There is not too much to say about visiting a small town like Milford. The place speaks for itself. The old brick courthouse bespeaks a time when civic pride rose high enough to finance grand public buildings.
And where people may still genuinely have pride in their sense of political community. The cynic in me does sometimes ask how much this "pride aesthetic" is done for the tourists--though probably not that much as it was the middle of winter and about 10 degrees F (-12C) when I visited--not peak season. And, even if the town's aesthetic and way of life is maintained by outside money, what is the harm in that. What greater truth suffers violence by letting others see a particularly pretty way to live one's communal life.
Inside the Milford Dinner was an actual picture of life in the town. Because It was so cold and so off season, there did not appear to be many tourists in the place. People sat and had eggs and coffee in the warmth. There is a particular yellow hue to the place that made it very inviting compared to the cold, biting, blue sun outside.
Before leaving Pike County, I made one last stop, to Raymondskill Falls, just outside of Milford. The Waterfall is the highest in the Commonwealth and even though I had once worked as a counselor in a camp about two miles away and had jogged by it nearly every day, I had never taken the time to stop and admire it. I was afraid that the falls would lack contrast without the verdant warmth of spring or summer. Luckily, the freezing-cold played wonderful visual tricks with the water.
Instead of the still and clear rush of warm water, the creek that fed the falls was interspersed with flows of ice. The ice swam like dye in the water, circling and eddying in the complex hydrodynamics of the natural pool. The gentle spirals it formed contrasted by the crystal clear water and washed marbles of the upper pool bed was hypnotizing even in the bitter cold. Then, out of the gentle circles, a piece of ice would gently slip into the main current channel and be swept away and down a plunging white torrent framed by draped ice. The complexity of the ice choreography was profoundly more difficult and more elegant than what the human imagination could imagine.
As the water and ice passed the mouth of the falls, it plunged downward across sheer rocks into a second pool. And there with the force of its fall crystallized into a mist of ice in the cold. This micronic ice then billowed up out of the churning pool into the sky. Back as high as the first pool and higher still until you were enveloped in ice and it coated your body and clothes. The sides of the falls, exposed as they were and in shadow built up up thick deposits of brilliantly pure ice.
Trying to describe in words or in a picture the tremendous beauty of great natural monuments is an insane folly. They must be experienced. Thankfully, the Lehigh Valley is so near that its possible to venture out and experience all of this on little more than a quarter tank of gas. Another reason for to appreciate living here in Allentown.
(Video of Kiffle Making Process Included at Bottom)
One of the big themes I want to emphasize about Allentown is cultural interaction and growth. A fundamental qualitiy of American life is inclusiveness of different cultures. It is with pride that we call our selves "the melting pot" of the world. Granted, there is always friction at the edges, but, the history of America is the history of cultural inclusion, growth, and opportunity.
The real Flakey Deal
It is possible to watch the interactions of people through the foods that they eat. We are programmed from birth to appreciate certain familiar flavor palates and foods. We are often suspicious of a new food or flavor when it is presented to us. Its part of a natural conservatism, probably with evolutionary roots, meant to protect ourselves from possibly harmful foods. However, because of it power to prevent us from trying things outside of the familiar, it also has a social tendency to create barriers between different peoples--to form in groups and out groups.
As an example, think of the countless representations in film of someone (say a businessman) going to a new culture and eating its local foods in front of the group of local people. The apprehension and tittering are all about the interaction of an outsider with a group of people tightly connected through the foods that they eat. The businessman shows that he is willing to break through the apprehension of the cultural clash by engaging with an act fundmental to members of a another culture.
I think that there is particular power in food to break down these cultural boundaries for two reasons. The first is because food culture is so deeply ingrained within us. Our flavor palates are formed since the time of birth. Even before real consciousness, our minds are being stimulated with certain textures, flavors, and smells. The strength of the neural pathways these form must be of immense strength. Just consider, for instance, the often physical and primal reaction people can have to food taboos. Thus, when one chooses to overcome that barrier, they are showing a real commitment to accepting another culture. The second reason has to do with the universality of the act of eating. Like rational thought, aesthetics, and morality, every human, universally, must engage with food. We all have similar fundamental taste sensations, like sweetness, sourness, heat, and bitter. Therefore, like an artwork of another culture, we are often able to see a universality of meaning in the things we eat.
That is to say, we can appreciate the other by reckoning that the experience they have when eating their own food is similar both to what i) I enjoy when eating their food, and ii) more generally that what their culture hopes to achieve in preparing their own dishes is also what my culture hopes to achieve in preparing its own dishes. A lot of cultural distance can be covered with a fork. And, incidentally, it might be one of the reasons that America has such an inclusive food palate. Regional American specialties, and even international specialties, predominate in restaurants over the the regional food of one place anymore. Though these restaurants may normalize the dishes to an American palate, we choose to draw from a tremendous number of different cultural influences in our food.
Kiffle's all in a row before baking.
And, so, this brings me to the humble kiffle. Anymore, the kiffle is ubiquitous around homes in the Lehigh Valley and can even be found in local supermarkets depending on the time of year. However, the kiffle is not traditional to the Pa. Dutch nor was it traditional to the Palatine on the Rhine region of Germany from which the Pa. Dutch emigrated. In fact, the kiffle's roots are much further East in the Austro-Hungarian empire. It was brought to the Lehigh Valley by eastern-European and Slavic immigrants around the turn of the twentieth century.
I have to feel that for the traditional Pa. Dutch, this influx of Eastern European immigrants would have been culturally difficult. Not only were the languages spoken entirely dissimilar to Latinate and Germanic families, but, the religions that the new immigrants practiced was also markedly different. While the Pa. Dutch favored modest rectangular churches in the Lutheran tradition, the new Eastern Orthodox churches were baroque, heavily adorned, full of incense, and topped by strange onion shaped domes.
It was into this culture that my paternal grandmother immigrated to from Hungary after the first world war. She learned kiffle making from her grandmother and recorded the recipe on a simple 3x5 card:
The Orginal Recipie
Later, my grandmother, Helen, would marry my grandfather, Peter, whose family was of Russian decent and lived in Carbon County. Together, they had my Father who married my mother who was of German and English descent. Thus, within one generation, people in the two cultures were mingling enough to marry and have children. That's really the promise and pride of the America experiment right there. And, at the heart of it is food breaking down barriers. My mom, when she asks after my paternal grandmother, always asks if she is still making kiffles. They really are that good and that powerful.
I don't know too much about the food-history of the kiffle. I can't even find an etymology of the word in Hungarian, English, or German. They are a simple pastry made from flour, eggs, butter, and cream cheese. Unfortunately, they have to be homemade if you want top quality. Kiffles bought from the store taste flat and dull to me. (They are also quite expensive and not worth the money). Additionally, I am told that there is only one commercial baker in the Lehigh Valley who supplies all other retail markets so it is unlikely that quality in the retail kiffle market is going to rise anytime soon.
That said, a properly made kiffle is an incredibly light, flakey and buttery treat, with a slight hint of sour around the sides of the tongue from the cream cheese and a mild sweetness from the apricot or other filling. If you have never had a real one and enjoy baking, it is worth the effort. And it is a good reminder that even in the heart of Pa. Dutch country, cultural interactions happen and benefit everyone. Which might also be a good reminder to get downtown and try a few of the Caribbean restaurants that are now open too!
Austro-Hungarian Kiffles
6 oz Cream Cheese
2 egg yolks
2 sticks salted butter (1/2 lb)
2 cups all-purpose or pastry flour
Pastry Filling (available from a bakery supply company or homemade)
1. Two hours before work is to begin, remove the cream cheese, eggs, and butter from the refrigerator. Allow the ingredients to come to room temperature.
Allow to come to room temp.
2. If possible, employ your Austro-Hungarian grandmother. She will probably work for kiffles.
3. Cream together the egg yolks, cream cheese, and butter until smooth.
Cream baby cream. . .
4. Slowly, about a 1/4 cup at a time, add the flour. Start the process stiring gently with a spoon, however, the dough may become too dense and if it does, knead the flour in gently with the hands. Do not over work the dough.
5. The dough is ready when it no longer sticks to the hands. Once this point is reached, pull off about three-quarters of an ounce of dough and roll it in the hands to form a ball. Place this ball in a baking dish that has been covered with a light sprinkling of table sugar.
Ummm, dough balls...
6. Cover the baking dish with a piece of parchment paper. Then, place the covered dish in the refrigerator for at least two hours to rest and chill.
7. After the dough balls have rested, remove them, several at a time from the refrigerator. It is important for the rolling process that they remain chilled. Place the balls, one at a time on a lightly sugared counter top. The ball is now rolled out into a disk. To do so, the rolling pin is placed on the ball and pushed vertically once. The oval disk is then turned 90 degrees and a second push is made in a direction perpendicular to the first push (see video). This creates a thin dough disk about an 1/8 of an inch thick. It takes a little practice to get right.
8. The disk, while still cool, is then filled with about a teaspoon of pastry filling. The filling should be spread on the disk in a thin layer, leaving about a centimeter around the edge of the disk without filling. (See video).
Notice the Space along the Edge without Filling
9. The kiffle is then rolled into shape. Start from one end and begin to roll. However, as you are rolling also gently pull outward in the direction perpendicular to the roll to create the ovoid shape. (See video).
10. Place the kiffles seam side down on a parchment-lined baking sheet. Bake in a 350 degree over for about 20 minutes (this time is approximate and can vary). Start the kiffles in the middle position in the oven. Then, once the bottom has browned, move the sheet to the top rack to slightly brown the tops. (The kiffles will darken slightly even after removed from the oven).
It has been a great couple of days for Lehigh Valley culture! The Farmers Market has been open, pork and sauerkraut has been braised, families ate together, and the people of Allentown celebrated the start of another 250 years as a city. Showing the diversity of the town, last night, I ended up celebrating at four different locales--a house party, a formal black tie affair downtown, the Allentown Street Party, and an informal get-together at a friends house. To protect the innocent, I'm not going to mention happening at private parties, but, that's more than equaled out by the fantastic show the City of Allentown put on downtown.
But, before diving in, I want to talk about optimism. The city had reason to be proud last night for the great turnout at the street party. This, however, wasn't reflected in the comments many people made on the morning calls website, such as this one:
No murders, stabbings or shootings yet?
This sure is not the same All-America City I remember as a child on the 200th Anniversary. There was a sense of pride and accomplishment in 1962. That is missing today.
When we encounter someone like this, I think it is appropriate to ask them to be introspective for a moment--to consider if they are the one who actually lacks a sense of pride and accomplishment in their city. When was the last time the person who wrote this actually went downtown and saw the gorgeous post-modern architecture of the new PPL building next to the art deco gem of the old?
Or, when did the commenter drive around Turner street to admire the architectural detailing on many of the fine brick homes. Has this person ever seriously considered a different, more urban way of life and the benefits that urban living can have? I don't mean to be flippant, but what Allentown really needs is people to believe in the idea of the downtown . And that means optimism. Optimism about the build environment, optimism about different peoples, and optimism in ourselves. This spirit of the community is neither a conservative nor a liberal value--it should not be political. Great advancement could come to the downtown with ideas from either side of the aisle so long as we care enough to try to communicate those political visions within the city!
A great example of this were the occupy Allentown protestors who were at the street party last night protesting against the new arena. I don't necessarily agree with all the aims of this organization, but, it is important that they were out there expressing their voice and creating dialogue about what the downtown should be like instead of pretending like it is some giant black hole.
Something else I don't think negative commentators understand is that the downtown is not a human wasteland either. There are plenty of people who care about what is happening there and who came out in the cold with their families to celebrate as a community--to recognize that urban space has been important in the Lehigh Valley for over 250 years.
This brings me to my final points which are replies to concerns raised time and again by naysayers: crime and parking. Both of these issues are incredibly complex to discuss in the abstract, but on the ground, they were not issues whatsoever. Last night there were absolutely no problems at the street party. I am aware someone was superficially wounded elsewhere in the city by a stray bullet but the police presence in the street was strong and the crowd was in incredibly good spirits.
Parking and traffic were similarly non issues. Arriving at 11:00PM, there was still parking within 100 yards of Hamilton Boulevard. Closer than what is typical at the mall. Traffic ingress and egress was not a problem either.
This all goes to show one simple idea that bares repeating time and again--it is easy to cast stones in the abstract--to postulate about all these horrible problems. But what you really need to do is get downtown and experience what it offers. If you have issues after that point, there should be a dialogue about them and a fix if possible. But, lets not just hate for the sake of hate. What type of philosophy is that? Why would a community want to make that its banner!
Happy 2012! Looking forward to another great year in the Lehigh Valley.
Today is New Years Eve Day which means another turn of the cycle. I personally don't have too many superstitions associated with the New Year, but, there are certain food traditions in our family associated with the holiday. Not surprisingly, these traditions are informed by the local food culture of the Lehigh Valley.
The traditional New Years good luck dish around here is pork and sauerkraut "Schweinefleish und Sauerkraut." I am told by my brother (a former Wegmans employee) that the year Wegmans opened, there were huge shortages of both pork and sauerkraut leading up to the holiday. This suggests that the German heritage of the valley is still alive and well among the old-guard and newcomers alike. My butcher at the farmers market also made sure that I reserved a pork shoulder (Boston butt) well in advance of the holiday because he also has massive runs on the prime cuts.
A little more on the tradition itself . . . . Many of the original inhabitants of the Lehigh Valley were of German origin. They were not "Dutch" as the term Pennsylvania Dutch might imply. Instead the term "dutch" is a bastardization of the German word for German "Deutsch" which early English settlers mispronounced. The Germans who settled in the Lehigh Valley were mostly from the Electorate of Palatine on the Rhine (around present day Cologne). Those settlers brought with them many traditional German foods such a sauerkraut (which was used to preserve cabbage for the winter months) and hogs which were the predominant meat in early Pennsylvania. Both cabbage and hogs grow well in the Lehigh Valley which has a climate similar to the Palatine.
Why pork and sauerkraut came to symbolize good luck I do not know. However, it probably had its roots in the practicality and sensuality of the meal. Hogs were not typically butchered until November when the weather was cold enough to prevent quick spoilage of the meat. Meats that would go bad quickly like offal were eaten first and formed the basis for foods like scrapple or preserved through charcuterie techniques. Hams were cured and then placed to smoke in the hearth of the home in the tradition of Westphalia. Other fresh cuts could be preserved for a month or so in brine or made into country sausages--both of which figure in traditional pork and sauerkraut dishes.
Sauerkraut, too, would have been plentiful and much of it would be finishing fermentation around the new year. Cabbage can be grown most of the year in Pennsylvania and a June/July planting will yield cabbages ready by late October. These cabbages can usually be left in the ground for another month or so in the November cold and processed into sauerkraut in early December. (It was important to extend out the cabbage season as long as possible to keep sauerkraut fresh until spring vegetables started to arrive in early May). Fermentation takes about month and, thus, would have been ready toward the middle to end of December.
And so, come late December, the Pa. Dutch farmer would have had a "second harvest" of pork products and preserved cabbage ready to keep the family going through the winter until the spring thaw. Certainly, a farm family would have felt blessed to have this new food on hand to bring in another year of the agricultural cycle. And, the sensuality and savor of sauerkraut properly braised in pork fat followed up with a tankard of beer is enough to sate almost any fear of the unknown and welcome a new and hopeful year.
Having said that, lets review what pork and sauerkraut was not: it was not a healthy dish. In fact, it's pretty terrible for you. The traditional dish was meant to be a thanksgiving for the bounty of land and that land provided foods that were unctuous and sating. This isn't a bad thing. Its all right to eat poorly once and a while to remind ourselves of what things used to be like and how the people who lived before us eat and celebrated the lives they lived. And, lets face it, cabbage braised in pork fat is simply, irrefutably, delcious. Life is worth the indulgence.
So, that generally, is what what pork and sauerkraut is not. As a more specific point, pork and sauerkraut is not a pork loin boiled in a can of industrial sauerkraut. If you ever had pork and sauerkraut and thought it was insipid, raw, and disgusting, this is probably how it was prepared. Instead, I want to make the following recipe available. If you make this and savor it you will know why those early German farmers thought this meal meant good luck in the new year.
The following recipe is adapted from Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child. The recipe is for a French peasant dish known in the French as choucroute garnie. Roughly translated this means garnished sauerkraut. Although this dish is French, it comes from the territory known as Alsace, which history buffs know was an area of France contested for hundreds of years between the German peoples and the French peoples. Alsace is, geographically, close to the Palatine, and several wars in the mid-seventeanth century fought in Alsace actually helped spur immigrations to America from the Palatine. The refinement of this dish marked by removing much of the brined flavor of the cabbage and creating a braising liquid with wine and stock would have been much closer to the Palatine palate compared to the brute flavors of raw sauerkraut preferred in other parts of Germany.
Choucroute Garnie
1 Boston Butt (available from farmers market)
1 Tbs. Lard (or vegtable oil)
2 lbs fresh sauerkraut (available from Farmers Market)
1/2 lb slab bacon (available from the Farmers Market)
1/2 cup thinly sliced carrots
1 cup sliced onions
4 sprigs parsely
2 bay leaves
6 peppercorns
10 juniper berries
1 cup dry white wine (or dry Apple Wine)
2 to 3 cups chicken stock
1. Forty-eight hours before making the dish, liberally sprinkle Boston butt with salt and white sugar. Cover and place in a non-reactive pan.
2. Drain sauerkraut from its container and then place in a non-reactive bowl and fill with cold water. Swish the sauerkraut around once or twice and after 8 minutes, pour off the water and collect the kraut in a colander. Return the kraut to the bowl and again fill the bowl with cold water. After an additional 8 minutes, strain the kraut.
3. After straining the kraut a second time take small handfuls of the wet kraut out of the colander, squeeze all the water out of it with your hands, and reserve the dry kraut in a non-reactive bowl. Once all the kraut has been squeezed dry, work to separate the kraut back out into individual strands of cabbage.
4. Cut the slab of bacon into individual 1/4 inch lardons. Once cut, add these lardons to a pan of boiling water for ten minutes. Strain and reserve the lardons.
Homemade Slab Bacon
Bacon Cut into Lardons
5. Add the lard to a dutch oven over medium-low heat. The dutch oven should be capable of holding the Boston butt without the butt touching the side of the pan. When the fat shimmers, add the pork fat side down until lightly browned. This will render out several tablespoons of lard. Flip the butt to the other side and brown over medium-low heat. If possible, try to prevent a fond from forming as it will later discolor the sauerkraut. Once the butt is browned remove it from the dutch oven but do NOT pour off the rendered fat.
Boston Butt Fat Side Down
Browned Boston Butt
6. After removing the butt, add the carrot, onion, and blanched lardons. Sautee over low heat for ten minutes. Do not allow to brown.
7. To the onions, carrots, and lardons, add the reserved sauerkraut. Cover and saute slowly for ten minutes.
8. While the sauerkraut is slowly sauteing, tie the parsley, black pepper, and juniper berries in a small piece of cheese cloth. Add this to the pan with the wine. Add enough stock to just cover the top of the sauerkraut.
9. Place in a 300 degree over for 2.5 hours. Check regularly to ensure there is a slow simmer and that the liquid has not been absorbed completely.
After 2.5 Hours with Sauerkraut Pushed to the Side
10. After 2.5 hours, place the pork, fat side down, back in the pan. The browned side should remain up over the top of the cabbage to prevent discoloration of the braising liquid.
11. Return the Pork and Sauerkraut back to the oven and braise for an additional 2.5 hours (5 hours total). After 5 hours, the liquid should have been completely absorbed. Serve the pork and sauerkraut with some buttered potatoes and maybe a salad with a sharp vinaigrette. Enjoy and praise the new year!
I'd also like to share a link to another blog on Pork and Sauerkraut written by a pair of Lehigh Valley transplants living in Idaho who shared my blog! Thanks to them and Happy New Year!
The Allentown Farmers Market has been an institution in the city since at least 1889. In the nineteenth century, the market filled a need in the city as a central clearinghouse for crops and livestock. Farmers from the surrounding country would bring their foods to market and resell them either wholesale or retail to merchants and customers.
Over time, the purpose of the Farmers Market has changed. With the entry of refrigerated trucking and supermarkets into the food distribution system in the twentieth century, there was no longer a need to locally source food. Fortunately, the market's central location in a dense urban locale made it convenient for mid-twentieth-century shoppers to frequent the market. In fact, the fairgrounds building expanded in 1958 up the ramped incline into a new "western" wing. The narrative of the market through mid-century was continued expansion of the retail market by supplying local meats, regional German specialties, baked goods, and produce.
Things began to change after the mid-century. Like so much related to the Lehigh Valley, suburbanization would change how the people of Allentown related to space and traditional culture. I experienced this shift personally. I was born at the 17th and Chew Hospital and was taken home to a house on the 2000 block of Allen Street. As a toddler, my mom or grandmother would walk with my brother and me the few blocks to the farmers market. Once there, we would shop for the entire week, picking up the fresh produce and meats that were needed. My brother and I also got to pick one treat. I would normally either get black licorice or show fly pie (Pa. German specialties) whereas my brother (always a precocious eater) preferred souse.
The end of my initial personal connection with the Farmer's Market happened in first grade when we moved to a suburban development in Parkland School District. A nondescript and sanitized super market replaced the varied sights and smells of the Farmers Market. Later, when Wegmans opened, I was thrilled to have assess to high quality produce and meats again, but the store lacked the regional specialties, sensuousness, and authentic bustle and interaction of the Farmers Market.
When I went away to college in Lancaster, Pa., I felt a door drop out from underneath me. The supermarkets close to campus were nothing like the Wegmans I was accustomed to and the Lancaster Central Market turned out to be a tourist trap that mostly sold trinkets. There were other farmers markets but, they were miles away from the city center. It was disappointing.
The Allentown Farmers Market, I feared, would have succumb to the same fate: tourist trinkets and memories of when the actual community came together to buy local foods. But, when I walked through the market for the first time since coming home, I was shocked. The pizza place was still there with the jungle juice I used to love as a child, the amish bakery, the candy store, the seafood sore, Burkholders, the spice man, Mr. Bills, even the vacuum cleaner guy. The fact that after almost two decades these shops still remained blew me away.
But, why keep going to the Farmers Market when other supermarkets are arguably closer? The first thing I would answer is cost. There is a reason why the stalwart matrons of Allentown keep pushing their diminutive carts up and down the aisles. The Farmer's Market stalls are run my real people who care about making an honest buck. For comparison, a bunch of Cilantro runs about $2.00 at a local supermarket. I found it at the Farmer's Market for $0.75. That actually starts to add up if you buy cilantro as often as I do.
The second reason is that the Farmers Market is staffed by people who make a living by keeping a local institution alive. That's important to me. People talk all the time about Allentown in the good-old-days. Here are people who day-in and day-out make their living by growing vegetables and raising meat like people have done for hundreds of years. They put their lives where a lot of people put a platitude. We ought to help them out as much as they help us out.
Third is the fact that you can still buy things at the farmers market that you can't get anywhere else. The old-timers opine about a time when things were different--when Allentown and the Lehigh Valley had an identity different from the rest of the United States--when we weren't just a suburb of New York City. Part of maintaining or reviving that cultural identity is having an attachment with the things that made the community different. Food is a big part of that. In fact, my main purpose in going to the market today was to buy pork to make the traditional Pa. Dutch pork and sauerkraut for new years day. My butcher had an excellent shoulder waiting with my name on it.
What you eat and what you think is delicious says a lot about you. When I, as a young child, moved to suburbia my favorite treat changed from shoe fly pie to fruit-by-the-foot. That change repeated millions of times over is how our tastes shifted from a somewhat wholesome substance like molasses to high-fructose-corn syrup. Additionally, the quality of what is available at the farmers market is often higher than what is available at supermarkets. If you have never had a real piece of slab bacon or had chicken soup made from a stewing hen instead of an insipid Perdue roaster, you are missing out.
Fourth, the market is a place where cultural exchanges happen in happy ways. Demographically, the Lehigh Valley is changing--its not the strict German enclave it once was. You might think this is good or bad, but it is reality. We can either fight that reality or looks for ways in which different peoples and different cultures can teach one another.
While I was shopping, I stopped by one of my favorite food stands for a bowl of Vietnamese Pho (a type of light soup). The stand has minimal seating so I had to ask a stranger if I could join his table (he was eating alone). He said yes and we got to talking. He had just moved to New Tripoli from Texas and also loved food. We had a great conversation about places to eat in the Valley and things to do. Its weird to think about: a Texan and a Pennsylvanian talking about Thai food over a bowl of Vietnamese Pho in the Pa. Dutch shrine that is the farmers market. But it happened and it was awesome. There are also Mediterranean food places, BBQ places, mexican food, a pizza bar, and any other number of quick places to grab a bite.
Fifth, the food is mostly local. My only complaint about the Farmer's Market is that it no longer is entirely stocked with local produce and meats. But, doing so would be impractical since come February no one would want to subsist on a diet of only turnips and cabbage anymore. Having said that, most of the chicken and pork is local and so is much of the produce if you know who to ask (and do ask). Suffice it to say, this is still the closest you are going to get to the farm without sourcing everything directly.
Finally, there is the bustle. One thing I miss about living in a big city is the hustle of the place. There is an energy and rythem to a city that has always attracted youth and spurred poets. The Farmer's Market has that energy. The people behind the counters are willing to talk; customers line up at counters and money is still typically exchanged with actual bank notes; people collide and laugh or sometimes look shiftily away. Its actual and authentic in a way that the mad press of other supermarkets is not. And more often than not, the energy is brimming out of people old enough to be your grandparents. You have to go there to experience it.
Last but not least, there are the traditional Pa. Dutch confections. At some point there will be a whole post about the Valley's doughnut culture. But, for now, enjoy.
What is it like to be young in an American mid-size city? More specifically, what is it like to be young in a mid-size city situated in the heart of the northeastern rust belt? Is community possible? Are there young-people with vision and commitment to bring the place back to life? Is there anything to do?
I grew up in Allentown. I went to Parkland for High School, but then, like many of my friends, went away for school. My studies took me to some of the greatest cities around the world. Then, I did something unusual for people my age--I came back to live here.
In the abstract, the Lehigh Valley always had its pluses and minuses: Urban sprawl versus Appalachian vistas and fertile farms; food deserts versus the bustle of the farmer's market; the death of manufacturing industry versus a superb hospital system and two new medical school.
There is genuine hope in the counter-examples. It is too easy to fall into despair; to blame others for the cancers of the city; to retreat into the isolation of suburbia. All too often, the negativity of the Morning Call comment section makes this place seem like a wasteland--like nothing can be done. This, at least to me, seems short-sighted and self-interested.
In fact, there might be a renaissance afoot if only we could change our perspective--to see the good in things instead of the bad. This is not an intellectual project. It is a project of action. It is a project of actually going out in the community and interacting day in and day out with its institutions and people.
And that, ultimately, is what this blog is about. What it is like to live in the Lehigh Valley and to appreciate and comment on what is happening. I'll start later today with a trip to the most Allentown of Allentown institutions--the Fairground's Farmer Market.
