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Hunger In America, More Hunger In New England

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While most of the mainstream media have been busily slobbering over Sarah Palin all week, a lot of the blogs and news websites I read have been talking about something that actually matters: a report from the Department of Agriculture that indicated fully 25% of all the children in the United States live in households that experience what the USDA euphemistically calls “food insecurity”. (Link to PDF of the report itself here). “Food insecurity” means that those families basically do not know where the next meal will come from and frequently have to choose between buying food and paying for other necessities, or even choosing which members of the family will get to eat on a given day.

The steep rise in unemployment is the most obvious factor, but the report points out that food insecurity is a problem even for families where parents hold down full-time jobs, indicating that wages are not able to keep up with the increasing cost of food. The Tom Toles cartoon at the top highlights a genuine irony of the situation — obesity from over-consumption of junk calories because the cost of better nutrition is beyond the reach of people struggling economically.

This article from the Daily Beast looks at the data in terms of what the author calls “Disproportionate Hunger” — where the costs of food, housing and energy are disproportionately high and thus exacerbate the situation. Three of the six New England states fall into the “Top 10″ list: Maine, Vermont, and Connecticut (which comes in at an astonishingly high #4). Massachusetts, by contrast, is #49, and New Hampshire #48. New England is traditionally an expensive place to live due to high energy costs for our long winters and the cost of transportation of goods into this region, and it also suffers from a perennially weak economy outside of the Boston economic zone. When times get bad in this country, New England always feels it harder than most.

This post at Fast Company tries to make the case that maybe we should be looking for technological solutions — incorporating engineered food products like the infamous “golden rice” to improve nutrition in junk food — but that’s really terribly misdirected, if you ask me. The availability of adequate nutrition is not the issue in this country. Indeed, even the global crisis in child hunger is less about the availability of adequate nutrition than it is about the iniquities of the economic situation, although it translates into genuine starvation elsewhere in the world. The issue boils down to the inequalities of the economic situation, whether we are talking about Vermont or Ethiopia.

But, hey, as long as all those Wall Street guys got their multimillion-dollar bonuses for bankrupting the rest of the planet, who cares if some kids in Skowhegan or Bridgeport or Rutland go without breakfast a few times a week, right? It’s their own damn fault for being poor in the first place!

Farewell, Sweet October

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From NPR: Why the leaves fall from the trees.

For my money, this October just past was one of the most beautiful Octobers I can recall. In my corner of Massachusetts, we had such a perfect blend of warm sun-filled days, raw rainy ones, and even one or two reminders of the winter headed our way. I could never be happy in a place where it’s always sunny and warm; I need that mix of weather, and the appeal of October to me is its unpredictability. November swoops in on us, steals the leaves, and blankets us in darkness like a pall, and so we get thirty-one days to linger in the last of golden sunsets and crisp breezes, but also return to the joys of wrapping up in a blanket in a favorite chair, before the need to wear that blanket just to keep your body temperature normal becomes a requirement.

The turning of the leaves this year seemed to linger forever and build to a crescendo of color to rival any Fourth of July fireworks. Some years we needed to get in the car and drive north or west to see the displays, but I can honestly say that this year I never needed to leave town to see all the foliage I wanted. And then Halloween brought with it a night of gales so that yesterday morning the show was mostly over. As that NPR story says, there’s a reason they call it “Fall”, and November is payback time for all that beauty. The convergence of harsh, dark, barren November and the celebration of the Puritans can be no mistake. Which is not to say that November is without its charms, because once in a while a thoroughly October day sneaks in among the grey skies, bare branches, and endless raking. But October is almost as decadent as the lushest, greenest days of May; it revels not in its abundance and fertility but in the savoring of each element of the natural world, finally cherishing them as they most deserve, extracting one last, bittersweet farewell kiss.

Despite our reputation, New England no longer suffers the harshest winters, the serest summers, the biblically terrific storms. Those distinctions now belong to other places in our country, and we who occupy this small corner get to see it happen elsewhere through the endless fascination we all have with weather on television. The high country of the Rockies has already started its winter season for the year, while Florida and the Gulf Coast escaped their annual parade of hurricanes. California tries to incorporate a little of every sort of foul weather, and usually does so admirably. Meanwhile, we sit and compare every six-inch snowfall with the Blizzard of ’78 and wait for spring and remember what a lovely October we had.

We All Scream

Via Serious Eats, here’s a post from Road Food Digest about the best ice cream in New England. Three of their regular contributors trekked to 50 places that sell their own ice cream all over the six New England states and rated each and every one using vanilla ice cream with hot fudge sauce as their standard for judging.

Four of the fifty rated stands received perfect five-star scores: Tubby’s in Wayne, ME; Herrell’s in Allston, MA; Sundae School in Dennisport, MA; and Shaw’s Ridge Farm in Sanford, ME. The two Massachusetts locations are actually multiple-store local chains (Herrell’s, for example, is also in Cambridge and Northampton, MA), so it’s probably safe to say any of the locations you might visit would have the same quality products. The two Maine stores are single locations.

I have to say that I have never been to any of these four places, not even Herrell’s. They seem to be the most enthusiastic about Tubby’s, which is in one of the little towns around Augusta. It has only been open for a few years, so it lacks the sort of legendary reputation that some of the other places on the full list merit, but if the ice cream is as good as they say, I would be willing to make the trip on some future visit to Maine. We try to make at least one stop every year at Hodgman’s Frozen Custard in New Gloucester, which is a lot closer to my old stomping grounds than Wayne, and they would probably have made this list as well except for the critical distinction between frozen custard and ice cream (namely, the use of eggs in the custard base).

(My friend Jo spends time at a summer cottage in that neck of the woods in Maine, so I’m hoping she might be able to chime in with a first-hand account of Tubby’s…or maybe she can plan a visit there to tell us about it.)

Obviously, I need to check out Herrell’s, which is smack in the middle of Harvard Square, and for which I have no excuse for never having visited. All I can say in my defense is that we’re usually not looking for ice cream when we’re in Harvard Square, so I’ve just never bothered.

Sanford, Maine is also a little out of our usual beaten path, but I’m sure we can get there as well. I’ve only ever been to Cape Cod once and didn’t particularly enjoy the experience, so it’s fairly unlikely we’ll go out of our way to go to Dennisport for ice cream. I’ll just take their word for it.

There are quite a few places that got three or four stars that we are well-acquainted with: Brown’s in York Beach, ME, Bedford Farms in Bedford, MA, Kimball Farms in Westford, MA, Lizzy’s in Waltham, MA, and so on. Those are some truly outstanding ice cream stands, too, so these top four must really border on the incredible to garner five stars.

The one thing I will say about all of these places is that they give you just too darn much ice cream. True, you do pay a premium price and there is something to be said about getting your money’s worth, but I have found that if I order anything bigger than a kiddie cone at a place like Bedford Farms or Richardson’s, it’s more than I can eat. And believe me, I am a serious ice cream person. But nobody needs to eat an entire pint of ice cream in one sitting, which is about what you get on a “regular” cone.

New Feature: The BKO Storm Alert!

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We had our first little taste of winter weather here last week with a small amount of snowfall that accumulated enough that I had to break out the windshield scraper when I went out for lunch.

Winter storms mean only one thing in New England: time to raid the supermarket and hoard all the milk, eggs and bread you can possibly pack into your cart. It’s a well-observed phenomenon that whenever it snows in New England, people are struck with the overwhelming urge to make loaf after loaf of French Toast. Maybe it’s all that propylene glycol in the bread and people feel like they need a little extra anti-freeze in their belly just in case.

So, in my continual effort to make my blog as useful to one and all as possible, I am instituting a BKO Storm Alert for the winter season, rating the severity of the “weather event” on a scale of 1-5 pieces of French Toast:

5 Pieces = Most Severe. You might want to stock up on some extra maple syrup, too
  4 Pieces = Severe. Do you have enough powered sugar?
    3 Pieces = Heavy. Buy a pound of bacon, while you’re at it
      2 Pieces = Average. Invite the neighbors over for hot chocolate
        1 Piece = Light. Maybe you can go to IHOP for pancakes instead.

Lies, Damned Lies, And Statistics

Alcohol Consumption Per Capita

This map (via) purports to show the per-capita alcohol consumption of the United States state-by-state. In fact, in its full form, it also shows the per-capita consumption of most of Europe, Japan, South Korea, Australia and New Zealand. The nice people at that website also very helpfully provide a chart that breaks it down into numbers for you (just below the maps). The conclusion: Luxembourg has the highest per-capita alcohol consumption rate in the world, followed by, of all places, the state of New Hampshire.

Oh, those boozehounds! Those lushy Luxemburgers, those grog-swilling Granite Staters! And they must be having an identity crisis in Ireland because they finished sixth, behind France and Nevada!

But wait…let’s look a little closer at this, shall we?

The U.S. map is based on data from the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism, and specifically a report they issued in 2004 on alcohol (ethanol) consumption from 1970-2004. There’s a lot of data on that page, but if you scroll all the way to the very bottom you’ll discover this citation: U.S. Apparent Consumption of Alcoholic Beverages Based on State Sales, Taxation, or Receipt Data. Washington, DC: NIAAA. NIH Publication No. 04-5563 (June 2004).

In other words, they made a direct correlation between the amount of alcohol SOLD and the amount of alcohol CONSUMED.

But what does virtually every person who lives in New England know about New Hampshire that the researchers didn’t seem to take into account? The giant state liquor stores strategically located on every major highway coming into the state, mere feet from the borders of their surrounding neighbors. For decades, New Englanders (and also more than a few vacationing New Yorkers and even Quebecois) have dutifully driven to the nearest New Hampshire border to buy cheap, tax-free booze. Every weekend you can see dozens of cars from Massachusetts, Maine, Vermont, etc. parked in the lots, loading up their trunks with case after case of beer, wine, and spirits.

So, while living in New Hampshire might very well drive a man to drink, I’m willing to say that this particular statistic is a bit skewed by this intervening variable. Whether the same thing is true for Nevada, I can’t say, but given the worldwide popularity of Las Vegas, it’s a pretty good bet that the numbers for that state are off as well.

So what’s up with Luxembourg?

Please Empty Your Wallets At The Border And Go Home

Leaf Peep

The Autumnal Equinox will occur bright and early on Sunday morning — 5:51 a.m. EDT to be precise.

Because we had such a dry, hot summer, more than a few trees around here have started the show a little early. There’s a little oak tree in our backyard that turned completely yellow around Labor Day and has already dropped all of its leaves. Generally, though, “peak foliage” doesn’t hit this part of Massachusetts until mid-October. Parts of Maine, Vermont and New Hampshire are probably pretty well along by now, I’ll bet.

This travel website has some information about the likely dates of peak foliage throughout New England for this season, in case you are planning to come for a visit. Foliage season is very popular in the inland parts of New England. The coastal regions get most of the tourist dollars, and the inland folks don’t get to overcharge the flatlanders until much later in the year.

I had an idea for a new sort of tourist trap — “Rake Your Own” leaf fields. The apple orchard people have discovered that there is a ton of money to be made letting people pick their apples themselves. So why not give people a chance to take home a whole bag full of genuine New England Autumn Leaves that they’ve raked up into their own pile and bagged themselves? You can charge them a buck for using the rake, and then charge by the bagful for the leaves. Plus, you wouldn’t have to worry about anybody eating the product while they were wandering around. Not to mention all of the up-selling for stuff like hot cocoa and cider, fresh-baked cookies, and so on. All you’d need to do is convince some pretentious New Yorkers that they were getting something exclusive, score some puff piece in the New York Times, and you’d be rich beyond your wildest dreams by Thanksgiving…AND your lawn would be SPOTLESS.

Creeping Climate Change

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Yesterday, our dear friend Suzette was complaining about people who say that New Jersey is a Zone 6 climate. She says it’s more like Zone 7, similar to the weather found in North Carolina.

Today, Joe at bookofjoe has a post about the northward creep of the hardiness zones from 1990 to 2006, which seems to prove her point. It might be a little hard to see in that picture above, but if you look at a larger version, you can see that much of New Jersey has seen a +1 change of zone.

Eastern Massachusetts has remained a Zone 6 area (the warming effect of the ocean making our climate much milder than the rest of New England), but over the last 16 years the rest of Massachusetts, Connecticut and Rhode Island have also warmed up to Zone 6, and now even much of New Hampshire and Vermont have warmed up to Zone 5, which is more typical of the Upper Midwest…or what used to be typical 16 years ago, I guess.

Comments:
I failed to mention that it is the warming ocean influence that makes coastal NJ similar in climate to NC. If what Joe says is true, then the combination of those two things might mean that I’ll soon be able to grow Jersey coconuts instead of Jersey tomatoes.
Posted by Suzette [URL] on 07/24/07

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