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Friday
Jan222010

#144 - port traits: intro.

oh portland, oregon. why must you tempt me so? for years now, i've been hearing about how awesome you are from friends who live there, reading about your bounty of food carts, dreaming of the benefits of your progressive transit system. at one point a few years back, i was even set on moving to you. you're really far from the east coast though, so i never made the plunge & still have yet to, but i'm still young, so you're still on my short list of "places to eventually settle down." sit tight.

as i mentioned a few weeks back, one of my childhood friends (mr chris dorin) came to visit me from portland & when he came, he brought a viking's load of portland-area vegan snacks along for me to sample. in honor of these snacks & my faraway outsider obsession with portland, over the next week or so i'll be bringing you a four-part series devoted to the snacks & "the city of roses." in it, i'll be peppering you with all sorts of knowledge about the city, mostly based on stuff i've heard & things i've discovered via the power of the google & partially based on stuff i made up. it'll be like a mini, slightly-fictional travel guide from someone who has only visited the city for a few hours in the early part of last decade. TOTALLY professional.

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Wednesday
Jan062010

#141 - where you been?

if you're a obsessive loyal occasional eat!drink!snack! reader, you may have noticed that over the last ten days, the blog portion of eat!drink!snack! has gone somewhat dormant. i'd like to say that it's because of something sweet like me being kidnapped by somali pirates or because i'm recovering from a boob job, but it's neither of those things. instead, as the holidays came on, i amazingly broke from my winter "sitting on my ass" routine & actually found myself out & about & doing things, so my time was a bit limited.

also, i decided that since the designated calendar-based demarcation was upon us, it was time for me to shake things up a bit at the blog, so for the past ten days, rather than writing, i've been brainstorming redesign ideas for the blog, culminating with a power meeting last night at my awesomely talented designer bro's greenpoint apartment. it's safe to say that there are a lot of intriguing things in store for eat!drink!snack!, stuff that'll make you go "wow. this is the best website ever made ever. screw fark." i'm planning on rolling out the first changes this month & don't want to give too much away yet, but here are a few things i've been kickin around:

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Monday
Dec072009

nosh nook #191 - monday, december 7, 2009

coming to a theater near you: the snack police (link)
12.7.09 - smartmoney - by kelli b grant

i have to be honest with you. pretty much every time i go to the movies, i'm at least sneaking in a soda. like most rational human beings, it kills me to pay $4.00 for a friggin fountain soda. it's just insane. are we living in japan or something? i mean, i get it. theaters make a huge portion of their money off of concession sales, so they need to keep that revenue stream pumping. unfortunately, we're living in a crap economy & money's down all around for theaters, concessions included. as a result, theaters are starting to crack down on people cutting into their precious concession revenue by bringing stuff in with them. just last week, the second biggest theater chain, amc theaters, announced that they're ending their policy of letting people bring snacks into the theater. they figure it's time for us cheapskates to start ponying up at the concession stands.

since the movie theaters are trying to milk us for all we're worth at concessions, smart money has a few tips to help us save money elsewhere when we're venturing out to the cineplex during these tough economic times. basically, their tips add up to a bunch of ways to take advantage of discounts. for starters, lots of theaters have loyalty clubs that "offer gratis and reduced-price snacks" at those lame times when nobody goes to the movies, which works out swimmingly because you're also trying to save money by going to a tuesday matinee. luckily, you & your three closest friends are unemployed, so you can easily work it into your schedule. even if you're still employed, you can buy packs of vouchers that offer discount prices on concessions.

their best suggestion is to "pick your movies carefully." i couldn't agree with this point more. there is no reason that you need to rush out & see madea goes to jail in the theater. trust me, you can wait until it comes out on dvd. if you're going to see crap, at least go see something like transformers, something that requires a big screen to really appreciate all the extraneous explosions. it's pretty self-explanatory. stop seeing so many crappy films & you'll save money.

as a service to my readers, i'm going to offer up a movie savings tip of my own: just keep sneaking snacks in. laws are meant to be broken, people. it's not like a theater's going to pat you down on the way in, so you can easily smuggle in a candy bar & a couple of nips no problem. it's no $10 jumbo popcorn/soda combo, but you don't need that crap anyway. from what i hear, that combo has as many calories as a small baby. nobody should eat an entire baby during a summer blockbuster. it's just not healthy.

Monday
Dec072009

#138 - the limits of my patience.

a little over a decade back, i was a plucky, naive & young boston university film student without a care in the world. growing up in NH, the pinnacle of film for me was a few good men, but soon after i arrived at school, i discovered that there were a million films out there, independent & otherwise, that were much better than a few good men. i'd thought that i loved film, but it was during that time that really fell in love with film. it was also during this time that i came across the films of the man who became my favorite director, jim jarmusch. he has this style of storytelling where it's about the characters & not the story, where he doesn't beat you into submission with the plot. often, there isn't even a plot to speak of in his films. instead, there are beautifully shot scenes where characters who always seem to be on the move drive the film forward through dialogue. i eat that shizz up & to me, his films are a perfect example of film as art.

about a week back, i finally checked out his latest film, the limits of control, which came out on DVD back in mid-november. it stars isaach de bankolé as "lone man," a criminal on an undefined mission in spain. a lot of critics hated it. it's definitely the most minimalist of all his films & i have no doubt that it's a difficult film for the average movie goer to handle. i even had to go back a few times this week & watch it again to fully understand what he was going for. still, it's definitely SLOW going. you can count the lone man's lines of dialogue on your two hands & throughout the entire film, we're not even clear as to what his objectives are. all we know is that he's in spain & he keeps meeting people (none of who have names) at cafes, where they exchange matchboxes with pieces of paper in them that appear to give him the next steps in his vague mission.

jarmusch has always enjoyed meditating on repeated imagery & scenarios in his films (see 2003's coffee & cigarettes) & in this film, he meditates on this cafe matchbox-swapping scenario, pairing a dead-silent de bankolé with a host of characters played by such folks as john hurt, tilda swinton & gael garcía bernal. each character he meets has their own personality & through comparing these personalities & the lone man's reactions to them, we get some idea of who the lone man is. that's the central device jarmusch uses in the film. since he's paired the lone man up in one-on-ones with a cast of characters, the lone man doesn't even have to speak for us to get a sense of his character. in addition to the cafe scenes, there are appearances by paz de la huerta (who plays "nude" & is totally true to her name in EVERY scene she's in) & bill murray (who appears late in the film).

every shot in the film is artfully constructed, which, along with the fact that you never quite know what's going on, helps to give the film a dreamlike feel. jarmusch was definitely going for a dreamlike feel. in the dvd extras, there's a "making of the film" documentary that opens with jarmusch walking the streets of spain, talking about what is essentially his motivation behind the film. he says that he likes music, so he knows a lot about music. he also knows a lot about the history of movies. although he knows about & enjoys those things, he is more fascinated by all the things that he doesn't yet know about. in the limits of control, there are a lot of things that you don't know, but if you're okay with that, you'll enjoy it for what it is...a film that's not his best but is still a work of art.

#138 - the limits of my patience.
snack: r.w. garcia organic veggie tortilla chips
drink: maine root root beer



to keep myself busy the first time i watched the limits of control, i snacked from a bag of r.w. garcia organic veggie tortilla chips. r.w. garcia's a san jose-based company who's been making "premium tortilla chips since 1982." they're relatively primo, i suppose. the veggie ones are tall-natural & organic & gluten free, so they've got the healthy snack thing going for them. with the veggie ones, you get three flavors--spinach & garlic, red beet & onion and carrot, tomato & sesame. out of the three, i preferred the red beet & onion ones, but the flavor in the chips is baked in & subtle, so i didn't notice a huge amount of difference between the three.

according to the bag, they're "for more than just salsa" & although they are pretty good just on their own, i ended up eating them with a number of different salsas over the past week. it's mostly because i've been growingly increasingly obsessed with fruity salsas recently, ones made with peaches & raspberries & such, so i had to indulge that obsession. the veggie chips made a nice complement, especially since they're a firm, crunchy chip that you can scoop a good amount of salsa on to. like i said though, you don't need salsa. maybe you're a communist & you hate salsa. you can still enjoy these chips & i'll try to avoid questioning your twisted motives.

for my beverage, i went with a bottle of one of my favorite beverages of late, maine root root beer. it's brewed out of scarborough, maine by two brothers who formed the company four years ago. they started it after one of the brothers, who worked at a portland restaurant & was sick of the sub-par root beer selection there, began brewing his own root beer. four years later, they're brewing a ginger brew, a sarsparilla & blueberry, lemon-lime & mandarin orange sodas in addition to the root beer. they even have a pumpkin pie soda that they brewed a batch of for the fall, which i can say from experience is pretty damn good but also pretty damn sweet. they're available all around the country & if you've got a whole foods near you, you'll find their stuff there.

as for the root beer, it's one of the best root beers that i've tried to date. it doesn't have an overly carbonated makeup like you find in commercial root beers like a&w and barq's, so when you pour it, it settles nicely in the glass, with a head & everything, just like a draft beer would. when you drink it, it also has the same smoothness as a draft beer. if you're used to drinking commercial root beers, the flavor of the maine root root beer's very similar, but with less carbonation & syrup mucking up the flavor, making for a much more enjoyable beverage. it's made up of all-natural ingredients like extracts of wintergreen, clove and anise & overall, it's just a cleaner, better drinking experience. as far as root beers go, it's a work of art.

Tuesday
Nov102009

#136 - momma's boy.

let's hear it for moms or at let's at least hear it for the non-psycho moms, the moms who don't drown their kids in lakes. the moms who care about their offspring & have to because their ovaries tell them to. my mom's one of the good ones. to use a term a college friend often used, she's a "good egg." even growing up, when i was supposed to be at odds with her, i was cool with her for the most part. heck, she bought a few of us a sixer of our favorite beers one snowy christmas break night in college, when we were at the house & still pre-21. after seeing the way many parents treat their kids here in nyc, i realize that i had it pretty sweet. when i was born, my mom was 21 & my dad was 23 & while they were young & not without fault, they sort of figured out how to raise kids. they met at kate's, a now defunct bar in boston's now-mallified kenmore square. she was a young girl out of westboro, mass, the worcester county town that's famous for being the birthplace of eli whitney. cotton gin, bitchez!

you can never truly tell what'd gone on in a person's life unless you ask & i tend to not ask much, but this is the impression i've formed in my head about her pre-me existence. she lived in a small massachusetts suburb, the oldest of three kids born to two of the genuinely nicest people i've ever known. they were friendly neighborhood folk who went to church every sunday. my mom's always had asthma, so i think that led to some sheltering by her parents, but in her high school yearbook, there's a quote that says something like "she may look quiet, but look again." scandalous! i mean, it makes sense. she can be quiet, but she can be jokingly hilarious as well. i like to think that much of my sense of comfort around other human beings comes from her.

since i'm slightly obsessed with music, i often identify her by the music she listens to. i know that she saw a very early aerosmith show at some boston club. back in the eighties she used to occasionally go dancing with friends. the first time i heard appetite for destruction was from her copy of it. on cassette! there was a period of time where she listened to joan jett a lot, but that has to do with one particular song & that's a whole other topic that i'd rather not get in to. she liked the traveling wilburys for a while & from that, i learned of roy orbison, tom petty & dylan...although at the time, i only knew of them as the members of some old guy supergroup. i'm not sure what she listens to these days, but i'm assuming it's at least something rocking. is there even anything new & rocking out there? she can't be listening to japandroids.

so yeah, she's not entirely perfect, but i think she's lived through whatever she's lived through & come out on the other end as a pretty respectable person. she's worked the same job (at a nursing home) for almost thirty years now. she still goes to church & in my mind, embodies what religion should be. she's roman catholic & enjoys church for the sense of morals & community she gets from it. she's even got my dad to start going & he's ten times more relaxed & part of the community than he ever was during my childhood. according to my sister, momz sometimes reads this here blog & i'm sure my sister will notify her about this particular entry, so i might as well get this out of the way...mom, forgive me for the use of "bitchez" in describing your hometown. it was all in the interest the funny. eli whitney...inner city slang...funny! see?

#136 - momma's boy.
snack: david's dill pickle sunflower seeds
drink: schweppes ginger ale



about a month back, my sister was home visiting & she was at some windham-area store with my mom. they were totally thinking of me because my mom sent me a text message (she text messages & emails now!) that read "we got you dill pickle flavored sunflower seeds." it was accompanied by smiley face clip art. a week or so later, i got a package in the mail with that bag of david's dill pickle sunflower seeds & my childhood stuffed animal, george (who will soon become blog famous if my plan comes to fruition). as for the seeds, it's a 5.25 oz bag, which if you're keeping score at home, is a TON of sunflower seeds. like, if ALL the chickadees & sparrows in my childhood backyard enjoyed the sweetly sour taste of pickles, this bag could feed them for at least a forknight.

i got a lot of use out of them for a while. i was trying to cut down on my smoking (mom wasn't happy to learn i'd started back up), so sunflower seeds are the perfect snack for filling that oral fixation. like most sunflower seeds, these particular ones are all about the salt, but there's also that natural dill pickle flavor in the mix, so they're extra sodiumtastic. i was digging them for a while & got in the habit of bringing them back & forth from work with me, often devouring them at such tremendous rates that between the saltiness & the jaggedy shell cracking, i actually burnt the roof of my mouth a bit a few times over the course of the last few weeks. i've cut back on them over the last week or so, so there are still a bunch left. they'll be around for a while. hell, i'm assuming i'll be munching on them the whole ride home to nh for T-day.

growing up, whenever i was sick my mom would pour me a glass of ginger ale & stir out the bubbles. from what i learned, it's good for an upset stomach. i'm not sick or anything, but i am ten days caffeine-free & at the beginning of a foolish venture into caffeine withdrawal, so i picked up a bottle of schweppes ginger ale to try to fill the void. i've been cutting back on my soda intake for a while, so i figured that i'd work on the caffeine intake first. cutting out soda's just not a realistic goal. maybe i could handle cutting out soda with HFCS in it, but i can't cut out soda altogether. it's too damn tasty & fun to just kiss goodbye.

along with canada dry, schweppes' ginger ale is what i think of when i think of ginger ale, which is like all the time! not really. sorry, ginger ale. i really only think of you when i'm trying to run away from caffeine. overall, you're not the most exciting soda. you go well with cranberry juice & many mixed drinks & whatnot, but by yourself, while you can be refreshing, you're a decidedly unflashy soda, just a few rungs above club soda. at least 7-up has limon. still, i see a lot more of you in my future, so i guess i'd better get used to you. you're nice & all, but seriously, i don't want to hear you complain when, to avoid drowning in your boredom, i start buying a mess of cranberry juice to drown you in first. it'll be carbonated murder! oops. sorry about joking about murder too, mom.