Dave Casmi has made his living fishing for lobsters along the coast of Cape Cod, Massachusetts, for 40 years. But he and other lobster fishermen are asking themselves if it’s even worth untying their boats from the dock anymore.
In today’s market, they are suffering from an economic triple whammy: High fuel prices mean it’s more expensive to trap lobsters, and the recession finds fewer people splurging on their catch. Plus, a lobster’s market value begins depreciating the moment it’s caught.
“I’m getting what I got 15 years ago,” he said, referring to the amount distributors are paying for his catch. “Just how long would you spend $3 to make $4?”
The situation is particularly painful for Casmi and his fellow lobstermen due to their inability to mark up the price to cover the cost of fuel: Distributors aren’t going to pay more for a product that is selling less. And because lobster needs to be sold shortly after being caught, Casmi can't hold out for higher bidders.
Stone Mountain, Georgia, is 738 miles from the best known home of the Coney Island hot dog - Detroit. But for more than a year now, a Coney Island restaurant in suburban Atlanta has been backing up their motto, "A Taste of the D in the ATL."
Out of a strip mall location in the shadow of Stone Mountain, Motor City Coney Island has the Detroit flavor of the Coney dog made and served up by, of course, Detroiters.
A brother and sister team runs Motor City Coney Island, born from an idea of - what else - a craving for a Coney Island dog.
When you have a hard time recalling what summer feels like, from the warmth of sun on bare toes to a lazy wind ruffling your hair, food will take you there. It’s the sizzle of your neighbor’s grill as he attempts teriyaki satay for the first time, or fried chicken and icebox pie on the Fourth of July. For me, it’s sunflower cheesecakes.
That sweltering July day defied normal summer temperatures in Georgia, and dared to make a mockery of delicate desserts like chocolate and cheesecake. However, I carefully packed an ice-cold combination of the two alongside my cargo of camera gear, preparing for a Sunday 2 p.m. sizzle at Coolray Field.
Working for the Gwinnett Braves, the triple-A affiliate of the Atlanta Braves, had already given me nearly three months of baseball-shooting experience, an enviable tan (excluding my white, white feet, always shoved in a pair of dust-coated sneakers) and a family of co-workers that I adored.
When tragic crime struck two neighboring Atlanta businesses last week, leaving a shop owner dead and a community in shock, residents turned to food to raise spirits and help survivors.
The result was a crowd-sourced bake sale to benefit one of the affected businesses, Sugar Coated Radical, a self-described "libertine confection shop" that has earned national press for creating "honest" chocolate from organic, fairly traded and locally sourced raw materials.
The event, also known as a "cash mob," drew hundreds of well-wishers on Sunday who bought baked goods to help the business recoup money lost in a robbery. Other small businesses donated coffee for sale and a food truck from which to sell the surplus of baked goods prepared by Sugar Coated Radical. Volunteers staffed the cash register.
While you're frying up some eggs and bacon, we're cooking up something else: a way to celebrate today's food holiday.
How appealing! March 2 is National Banana Cream Pie Day.
Look up "creamy" or "dreamy" in the dictionary and you'll find a picture of this pie perfection. (OK, not really, but it should!)
Banana cream pie combines the best of all things sweet. The one-crust pie is full of a rich custard or pudding, made by whipping cream, eggs, milk, a bit of flour, and in this case, bananas or banana flavoring into pastry cream-esque magic. This stems from a key feature of French cakes and tarts, the lovely crème pâtissière.
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