Sunday, January 29, 2012
All American Valley General Store in Seymour. They sell Connecticut-made products, including Connecticut wine, and that's something we can all get behind. Check it out.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Blue Ginger Restaurant outside of Boston.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Edwin Way Teale Memorial Sanctuary at Trail Wood. Teale lived at Trail Wood in the off-season, and in his car traveling the roads of America in the on. He wrote beautifully about the natural world in America, and in Connecticut. Many think of him as our Thoreau, though many don't think of him at all. Go to Trail Wood in Hampton and remember.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Shady Glen Dairy Store has wings! Or at least that's what the pieces of griddle fried cheese look like here. They put them on the burgers, too, of course, and it works even better there. Of course, Shady Glen is also known for its retro waiter/waitress outfits, and its ice cream. We tried "mince" and "grape nuts" ice creams, both good. The photo of the grape nuts will be in A History of Connecticut Food, out in May.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I have another new article up at the Bridgeport History Center, this time on General William Noble. Find it here.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Filipek's Market. Located in a residential district (262 Elm Street) in Meriden, this fascinating slice of Americana - a family run market - used to be the rule, not the exception. Now you have to know where to find these little miracles (the sign is barely recognizable). Filipek's has so much to recommend it, but what it is most famous for is kielbasa. The home made kielbasa will greet you as you walk in, tempting and tasty. They have several different preparations...the spicy one is the best. I have a photo of their wonderful kielbasa, but I'm saving it for A History of Connecticut Food, out this spring.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
My lovely wife has three poems in the last issue of SNReview. Check them out here, and a taste...from "Embargo," a poem about 'smuggling' - Thinking avant-garde rather than criminal, we snickered to each other when we slid nine dollars Canadian across the counter for the Cohiba, packed Havana leaves away, and sealed our fate as smugglers.