Tuesday, February 26, 2013

FSNYC's Third Annual Duck-Off Cooking Competition

I could not be happier to film, Queens native, Adrian Ashby compete in Food System's New York's 3rd annual Duck-Off on March 10th.



Lia Parisyan 

FSNYC'S Third Annual Duck-Off Cooking Competition 

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE


NEW YORK, NY (February 26, 2013)— Food Systems NYC is organizing its 3rd cooking competition on the 10th of March at Jimmy’s No. 43, 43 East 7th Street, New York, an iconic East Village landmark, offering a cash bar fully-stocked with specially selected beers and ciders from around the globe, giving guests the unique opportunity to savor duck-centered culinary delights in what promises to be an exciting walk-around competition. 

This year’s event features amateur and professional chefs of diverse culinary backgrounds, serving up delicacies using Hudson Valley Duck Farm’s renowned poultry. Participants will be judged on various parameters, such as taste and quality of presentation. Tickets are $25 (at the door) and are also available at www.brownpapertickets.com/event/332430. Support the culinary arts and talents and help encourage the joy of cooking. 

Featured Chefs at FSNYC's Duck Off Include:

Adrian Ashby- FoodNetwork Chopped! 
Twitter: @ashbygourmand

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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

False Nostalgia By Allan Raible



 Earlier this week, I happened to see this video for Skrillex’s single, “Summit.”  As I watched this fancy, nicely sheened clip collection of young folks doing mostly dangerous things, sticking out their tongues and genuinely having fun, a strange feeling came over me.  A feeling of loss.  A feeling of nostalgia for a youth I never had.  I have no idea why this video triggered such a response, but part of me began missing those moments of the suburban upbringing that I never had where my friends got together on Friday nights, laughed around a campfire and rode bicycles covered in tiny, bright lights.  Part of me missed going to parties where people were randomly making out in corners. 

My youth was not full of mischief.  I was an urban, sensible teenager.  I was a worrywart who avoided chaos to stay away from trouble.  Could I ride a skateboard?  No.  I was the kid with poor coordination and bad balance who was too afraid of heights to even imagine trying to do an ollie.  I didn’t grow up around swimming pools.  There was no need for me to jump off of roofs into them.  I didn’t have such access. Growing up in New York, none of my friends drove.  There was no need or access to sunroofs to pointlessly endanger my hands and my head. 

But, I guess, on some level, some part of me wants to reclaim the innocence (and stupidity) of youth.  Part of me wants to hang out with friends and goof off for all hours of the night as if we don’t have a care in the world.  And yet, there’s a sensible adult in me that tells me such a time doesn’t exist.  (Lighting your friends on fire is frankly ridiculous and should never be done by ANYONE.) Such a place, such a moment is perhaps a figment of a culture hell-bent on showing us images of happy, magazine-model-ready club kids experiencing what is probably a Friday night like there is no tomorrow.  I wish I’d had more nights like that.  I wish I had been one of those guys able to sweep the girl of my dreams off her feet at a chaotic party. Hell, and here I am, in my thirties, probably just as much an onlooker and voyeur of such a scene as I would’ve been at sixteen or seventeen.  Why?  It’s a part of my life that would’ve never happened.  It’s something completely counter to my instincts and personality. 

Nostalgia is a strange idea.  Especially when you are nostalgic about something that has never happened to you.  The weird thing is, when good things do happen to you and you are in the happiest point of your life, you often don’t realize it until it is too late and the moment has passed.  What a cruel reality.  Of course, if you were actively cognizant of when you were experiencing the peak of your life, you’d probably dread that moment when you’d realize that said moment had run its course.  Perhaps that would be knowing too much. 

I guess my ultimate point is that we all need to loosen up.  Life would be more fun if we all lived our lives as freely as the people in this video.  I want to dance in the dark with crazy lights shining on me.  I want to have the most beautiful woman in the room grab me and drag me out to dance.  The overall message I get is don’t give up hope.  No matter how old we get, there’s still an irresponsible raver kid trying to get out.  This is apparently even true if such a part of us was never openly apparent. 

Take a deep breath and let loose from time to time.  It’s good for the soul.  Know when to be responsible and when to throw caution to the wind.  Often times, you find your dreams will come true when you ignore that voice in your head and let your inhibitions go.  The key is to know when to be free and when to remain sensible.  Sometimes, you just have to hold your breath and trust your gut.  The world of possibility is always open, as long as you allow yourself access.   

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Several Observations As I Ride The Subway Home: Wednesday 10-3-12 - By Allan Raible

1.  I actually left work today at the time I was supposed to, rather than stay late.  Partly due to the fact that I had a weather-induced migraine that was hellbent on killing me.  Usually leaving work an hour or so later, I noticed a difference in the level of train traffic.  Interestingly, since I was not feeling my best, I closed my eyes for a few stops.  When I opened them, I discovered the car was mostly empty.  I panicked for a second.  When did I miss the evacuation?  But then once I realized nothing major had happened, I calmed down.

2. At certain stops, crossing from train to train can be tricky.  There are people dead set on knocking you over.  These are people who do not wait for the other people to exit out of the subway car before shouldering their way in.  Rudeness. Even worse, is when you are trying to cross to a train and as you are crossing, trying to reach your goal before the doors close, people are coming in both intersecting directions towards you.  If everyone is in a hurry and everyone is oblivious to each other's movement, it's a real recipe for disaster.

3. There's a woman on the train reading Nylon magazine with the kind of stern, calculated focus economists would reserve for Adam Smith texts.

4.  Truth be told, I'm feeling pretty crappy as I wander out into the murky, foggy night.  As I go down the street, a cop-car passes, flashing its lights.  I cannot figure out why.  But because I'm not feeling well and perhaps due to the flashing, I trip on the sidewalk.  My glasses fall off of my face and I'm on the sidewalk, stunned.  No one pays attention, with the exception of an older guy who kind of glares at me with his mouth hanging open.  I pick myself up and declare, "I'm OK."  He doesn't even nod.  He continues to look at me with disdain and I continue my walk home.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Several Observations As I Ride The Subway Home: Tuesday 10-2-12 - By Allan Raible

1. It's really easy to spot tourists in the New York City subway system.  They always have glee-filled looks on their faces as if they see rainbows in all directions.  They don't look like they are being killed by the every-day grind.  I see a couple who are perhaps in their fifties.  I've decided that she is a tourist and that he isn't.  How do I identify him as a native?  He's wearing a Brooklyn College shirt and is taking everything with ease.  He looks around like he knows the place.  She, on the other hand seems like a wide-eyed innocent.  She musses his hair with her hand and loses her balance while not holding onto the pole. (For god's sake, hold onto the damn poll! ) This happens a good ten times.  And she always seems to keep her "We Are Not In Kansas Anymore" grin.

2.  A woman gets onto the train dressed in a flowing, navy blue shirt.  The sleeves even hang.  It is way too long for her.  As she enters, I make sure Pac-Man isn't following her, because there is something about her straight hair in combination with that ridiculous shirt that makes her look not unlike a ghost monster.  Yes.  It's Atari chic!  I heard next fall that the "Space Invaders" look will come back into style.

3.  There's a teenage kid standing by the door, shoveling fries from McDonald's into his mouth.  What's weird is that he is doing so at an alarmingly fast rate. It's a strange image, because the kid is strangely scrawny for someone pulling off this kind of movie.  He looks like he weighs thirty pounds.  His head looks like it is aiming to tip his body over.  Maybe this is his first bag of french fries ever.  Maybe he is trying to eat them all so quickly because he doesn't want anyone at home finding out.  Or, maybe like most growing teenagers, his metabolism is good enough to handle the shock of quickly consuming a large bag of fries.

4.  Is the glasses industry suffering?  It seems to me like it would be a rather self-maintained business without peaks and valleys.  I ask this because I have never known "Cohen's Fashion Optical" to resort to using such sexuality in their ads.  The woman in the advertisement has her head tilted to the side and her mouth slightly opened.  Her hair looks a little messed up. The ad offers up a deal on glasses.  I know that "sex sells" and all, but glasses seem to me to be an oddly utilitarian product to resort to applying such an adage.  That being said, they are, after all "Cohen's FASHION Optical" and thus are subject to the rules of the rest of the fashion industry.  I suppose it all comes down to way more than, "if you can't see and you need glasses, you will get a pair!"  They have to add a little spice.  And I suppose, since such an image immediately caught my eye, the ad was truly effective.

5.  In the eighties, the subways were messy and filthy and covered in graffiti.  In the years since then, they have really cleaned themselves up.  It seems really odd to me to think back and remember that people used to be able to smoke on subway platforms.  The cars used to be full of trash and dirt.  That usually is not the current case, today.  However, I look down and the subway car looks like it has been through hell.  There are random pieces of trash everywhere.  A box which once held gum.  An empty bag of fruit snacks.  Random pieces of paper and receipts.  Who was here before me?  Why didn't anyone teach them to clean up after themselves?  Why, further down the car does it look like the end result of a newspaper being ripped apart section-by-section in a wind-tunnel?  Was someone training a dog, here?  I always find it odd when people leave their newspapers on the seat.  I guess the thought is, "Well, I'll just pass it along so someone else can read it."  It seems, when framed in those terms to make sense.  But the truth is, when I see a newspaper lying on a seat I want to sit in, I view it as annoying trash someone left behind that I now have to clean up.  Couldn't you have taken it with you?  Usually after someone has sifted through a paper, too, it is oddly rearranged.  So, the idea of someone leaving a read newspaper behind as a sort of selfless form of paying it forward doesn't really work.  The reality says, "Hey!  Why don't you toss this?"  So many people, too, end up picking up the newspapers on subway seats and placing them under the seats.  I'm guessing the paper strewn across the end of the car began life that way and then as the crowds grew, it gradually moved itself further out into the center and went rogue.  Think about it this way.  Most people who want to read on the train provide their own reading material.  So you should clean up yours when you are done!


Monday, October 1, 2012

Several Observations As I Ride The Subway Home: Monday 10-1-12 - By Allan Raible

1.  I am not sitting anywhere near the map, having learned my lesson on Thursday.  However, there is a woman leaning down over me as if she is looking at the map.  I suspect she is checking out her own reflection in the window.  From within the confines of the dark tunnel, the light gives the window a strong, definitive mirror-like quality.  I only look at her for a brief second, but I get a pretty good view of her.  She's forty at most, but her face looks weathered.  What causes this?  Smoking?  Too much sun?  It could be the fact that she's probably a bit thinner than she should be.  In a few years, the weathered look that has given her face character may spread down to her neck.  Whatever the cause, whether outside or simply genetics, it makes me think about how it's all a crapshoot.  We end up aging the way we do because of a simple luck of the draw.  That's how some people at fifty still look 25 and others look like they are 75.  She wears a pair of those ipod earphones. Have you ever sat next to someone wearing those?  Noise leaks out like crazy, reducing everything to a tinny static.  And usually, when that happens, they don't even have to be very loud!  It's crazy.  

2. Another woman down the way keeps catching my eye.  I don't know why.  I look at her.  She looks back.  Then we pretend we aren't looking at each other.  What is this?  She's probably ten years younger than I am and it's probably just that we just happen to be in each other's eye-line.  Interestingly, she, too is wearing the stock ipod ear-buds.  Did I miss something?  When did people stop buying decent headphones for themselves?

3.  It's a bumpy ride and it gets a little surreal as my music switches from the Bees' "I Really Need Love" to "Washed Out's "Feel It All Around."  As the latter track's woozy beat thumps us each that much closer to our chosen destinations, I watch the bodies sway back and forth from my seated viewing position.  It's as if they are all passive victims of gravity, moving at the train's will.  

4.  We are living in a very ugly time, fashion-wise.  Not that I have any fashion sense, myself, but I've never seen so many ugly plaid shirts as I do during my daily commute back and forth.  There's one guy in a somewhat reserved, but still heinous red and white number.  He's wearing Dockers and conservative business shoes.  I have no idea what he is listening to.  Judging from his look, I'm guessing it could be anything from the Dave Matthews Band to Michael Buble.  He seems to be doing a rather spastic neck dance, so I'm thinking it might be something harder. Perhaps some Slayer or maybe even some Ice Cube.  As I'm noticing his neck movement and subconsciously mocking him for it, I realize that I'm doing the same idiotic move, myself to my music!  People is glass houses.....   Then I wonder, what kind of music do I look like I should be listening to?  If people were to guess would they be right?

5.  As the train heads out of the tunnel, I attempt to take a picture of the sunset against the deep, blue sky, thus momentarily freaking out the woman sitting next to me until she realizes what I'm doing.  I take this picture too quickly and it comes out blurry.  (See side exhibit.) Not wanting to freak the woman next to me out anymore, I stick with it and put my phone away.  

6.  There's a woman across the way from me who is listening to something funny.  I know this because she keeps laughing to herself.  I've been there.  Listening to comedy albums while you ride the train can easily make you seem like a crazy person.  She gets off of the train the stop before me, being followed by a guy who for no reason seems to be giving me the stink-eye and a guy who looks like Butch Vig's straight-laced yuppie older brother.  

Several Observations As I Ride The Subway Home: Friday 9-28-12 - By Allan Raible


1. Several people sit next to me through my ride home. The first is a woman who gets up at just about the second I sit down. She is replaced by a guy who is way too large to fit in the seat. He also has no idea how much space he takes up. As he gets up, he brushes my ear with the strap at the end of the umbrella handle sticking out of his back p
ocket. (Thanks, bro! Good lord!)

Upon his exit, he is replaced with a woman who is miraculously rocking both a faux-hawk and a leather jacket. It takes a special person to pull that off, but surprisingly she does.

A teenage kid with a skateboard and a backwards baseball cap sits down next. As someone with balance issues, I've always envied skateboarders. (I wonder if he can do an ollie!)

The kid gets up quickly and is replaced by I guy wearing really ugly black and white plaid pants. He crosses his legs almost entirely (Ouch, man!) and puts his arm over his face away from me. (Is that a relaxed position?)

2. The guy sitting across from me looks like an even cross between Charles Barkley and Yul Brynner. He's got really expressively cartoonish eyebrows that point upwards, so he sort of looks like Mr. Clean's evil twin, too. He's texting as we exit the tunnel. Given the fact that I've decided he looks like a (slightly jovial) super-villain, I'm wondering if he's texting Dr. Octopus about their next plan to attack Spiderman.

3. I have so many questions for the disheveled hipster guy with the bad, bright orange seventies-porn mustache who is holding what looks like an opened Amazon box with little stuffed animals peeking out. He's also carrying an umbrella, a backpack, the kind of canister one would use to house a a rolled poster. In addition, he's carrying countless other items. He's got a blackberry that he is glued to. He's got a pained look on his face, as if he's a human game of Blockhead ready to be knocked over.

4. Why aren't the digitized signs synced. One sign on one end of the car says the next stop is Fort Hamilton Parkway. The other sign on the other side says the next stop is Queens Plaza. I imagine as if the car is going to divide itself in a minute and I look around for any attractive women in my half of the car. No. The car is virtually empty. Just my luck. It would be me, the plaid-pantsed freaky guy and Mr. Clean. Oh no!

Well, at least it is Friday...

Several Observations As I Ride The Subway Home - Thursday 9-27-12 By Allan Raible:


1. When you sit in front of the map, you will have strangers leaning down, invading your personal space. (This includes their B.O.)

2. If the woman and man who were standing in front of me and arguing passive-aggressively with each other are a couple, my guess is that they very soon won't be. She's very attractive but seems like she's on her last
 nerve and he comes off as a smug self-absorbed and self-satisfied jerk. He keeps coyly smiling at her, thinking he's funny and making cracks. She keeps saying, "Enough. Shut up!"




3. The older gentleman sitting across from me obviously dyes his hair. That shade of yellow does not exist in nature, sir.

4. Somebody will always step on your feet when you are sitting on a crowded rush-hour train.