Photo by Brian Everett of EVRT Studio

I know it’s been a while, heck, it’s been over 6 months since I have updated my food blog but I guess that’s how things go sometimes.  Of course I kept meaning to do it, but this article I read in Slate pushed me over the edge–I had to write about the devastating news that pickles might cause cancer.

I know, WTF.  Brian Palmer said this in his piece:

“Doctors have repeatedly attempted to substantiate the connection between pickled vegetables and cancer through clinical studies, with mixed results. But, taken as a whole, there does seem to be an association.”

Does this mean I should now avoid one of my favorite foods? True, pickles tend to be packed with sodium, which doctors have been saying for years that it’s  bad for us, but I have a hard time accepting that an innocent, tart, pickled vegetable could be evil. The most unfortunate part, Palmer suggests homemade pickled goods proved the worst kind, stating that mass produced gherkins don’t actually ferment, hence leaving out the step where microbes eat the vegetables sugar, turning it into alcohol, acids, and some (possible) cancer-causing carcinogens.

Ah! Instead of my life being over I am instead going to share with you my favorite pickles with you, if I’m damned you might as well be too.

Top 5 pickles: Rick’s Picks smokra’, McClure’s spicy pickles, Wheelhouse Pickles, house made pickles at The Vanderbilt and at Buttermilk Channel.

“Beer is not the new wine,” said Goose Island owner Greg Hall, last night at the City Winery. “Craft beer is the new wine.” During yesterday’s NYC Brewer’s Choice, 15 brewers came out, most with rare, unobtainable, small-batch beers. Brooklyn Brewery was pouring a light and citrusy re-fermented Brooklyner Weisse they made for the occasion, HE’BREW offered their thick, hoppy R.I.P.A. Rye and lighter Rejewvenator, and Ray McNeill showed off the wound he got making a batch of ESP, which he brewed Tuesday, as well as the coffee and chocolate tinged Russian Imperial Stout.

Fresh Green Chilies at the Hatch Valley Chile Festival

Ever since I left Denver, Colorado in August 2002 and made my way to Brooklyn, there is only one thing I really missed: green chilies.  Sorry East coasters, you don’t know what I am talking about unless you happened to spend some time in the Southwest and indulged in the these delicious, hot, and meaty green peppers.  This love and constant craving finally drove me to hit up the Hatch Valley Chile Festival in the tiny town of Hatch, New Mexico this year. 

For 38 years they have hosted chili roasters, venders serving up a slew of chili laced goodies, a chili eating contest, auctions, and Chili Queen crowning, and more chili themed events all on a dusty clearing between numerous pepper fields just a couple miles from town.  From the moment you enter Hatch the scent of chilies roasting hits your nose and you can’t go anywhere without people peddling sacks of the fresh peppers as well as ristas (the stringed bunches of chilies), chili stew, and chili rellenos.

Green Chili Ice Cream at the Hatch Valley Chile Festival

Basically, I had landed in heaven.  We spent all of Sunday chowing on chili ice cream, red chili laced popcorn, pecan and green chili brittle, corn soaked in green chili butter, chili beer, and so on.

Even when our car broke down on the drive back to Colorado in the small railroad town of Belen, New Mexico,  I was still living high.  Who cared the only place to eat was Pizza Hut?  I took my jar of fresh green chili salsa and smothered my slice, letting the heat take away the pain of waiting for the mechanic.

Green Chili Smothered Burrito at the Hatch Valley Chile Festival

“The U.S. and Russia have sent spies to each other’s countries for decades, even in the 20 years since the Cold War ended. Still, the latest allegations come at a time when relations between the U.S. and Russia have been warming….They used coffee shops, bookstores and street corners to contact handlers, according to the FBI.”

When I looked though the FBI report, it just said “a coffee shop” near the pay phone at Vanderbilt and DeKalb. Patricia Mulcahy, the owner of Tillie’s, said it could have been Andy’s (now Mega Bites), but I highly doubt it considering all the people tip-tap-typing away sit at Tillie’s. I asked a fellow ex-Tillie’s employee and non-spying Russian what she thought of the whole deal and promptly got back the reply,

“I thought those people were just freelancers!”

Goes to show you don’t always know your neighbors, or your customers.  But in a way, it’s nice to know that despite all our high tech communications and fancy technology devices we can still get a good ol’ human spy in there, and a sexy one to boot.