Archive | February, 2010

All doughnuts are not created equal

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I don’t like doughnuts. I’ve never fully understood the allure of Krispy Kreme and as for runnin on Dunkin? Nope. Doughnuts are usually too sugary, too puffy, and they sit in my tummy like a big ball, which really needs no extra roundness these days, thanks.

But. But then…there’s the Doughnut Plant. Their doughnuts have actual tastes and textures, unlike DD doughnuts, which taste like deep-fried 7-up. If there’s a heaven, they’re serving Doughnut Plant doughnuts up there.

The Plant is a few blocks from where one of Liam’s best friends lives and when Grandma was here last week, we all rode downtown to that friend’s house to pick up Liam after a sleepover. We stopped for doughnuts afterwards to ease the trauma of leaving “the most fun sleepover ever” and the little-brother trauma of “why do I always have to gooooo with to pick him up?”  

Caleb, ever the traditionalist, went for the double chocolate and although I forced him to share a bite of it with all of us, I understood his reluctance to part with even one velvety crumb. Grandma wasn’t going to have anything — just too many calories, she said, with smidge of self-righteousness in her voice.  Liam got my favorite flavor, tres leches, and after one bite of that, darned if Grandma didn’t march right up to the counter and get one for her and one for me. Calories and ever-rounder tummies be damned: tres leches is a glazed doughnut, sort of, except under the first layer of glaze is a thin layer of a sort of carmel, and then there’s the densely fluffy doughnut itself.  A little ring o’bliss, that’s what it is.

The Plant is something of an institution, so perhaps it’s no news to you that they’re serving manna on the LES. And if you didn’t know, well, you can thank me later.  A dozen doughnuts would do nicely.

Read full story · Comments { 2 } on February 25, 2010 in food, NYC

Haitian relief, now in fourteen fashion colors

 

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What do we think about this display? Apparently if you buy this bag from Ralph Lauren’s Rugby shop, for $35, 50 meals will be provided to Haitian schoolchildren through the UN World Food Program. This display should make me happy, yes? Feeding schoolchildren is good; Haitian relief effort, also good; targeting affluent college kids (this store is on University Place, just from the NYU campus), that’s gotta be good.

Somehow, though, despite all good intentions of the part of the store, this display irked me. Perhaps it’s the wild disparity between what it costs to feed a Haitian kid (50 meals for 35 bucks? that’s not very much food), and what the outfits on the mannequin cost:  the “Ashlin X Rugby” is 89.50; the fleece shorts are 59.50; the “pointelle cotton ruffle dress” is $178; god only knows what you’d pay for those leg-warmers that look like they cut the arms of an old-fashioned tennis sweater (and we won’t ask why you’d wear leg-warmers and shorts. If you’re cold, put on pants). Those outfits, cashed in, would buy a lot of lunches for little kids.

If you dig around on the Rugby Ralph Lauren website, you find that the store is also selling a Haiti Relief t-shirt designed by CFDA for $25, with the entire proceeds going to Haitian relief through the Clinton Bush Haiti Fund (Bubba and Dubya doing good works togetha).  And that’s a good thing too, that money from these t-shirt sales will continue to fund relief efforts, long after all the movie stars have stopped answering phones at the telethon.

What is it, then, that bugs me, aside from a case of late February misanthrope-itis? Maybe it’s my populist streak coming out again, along with those gray roots I keep forgetting to get touched up? Couldn’t Ralph Lauren just give, outright, a big huge freaking check to the World Food Program, or the Bubba Dubya foundation, or Doctors Without Borders, or whichever organization suits his sensibility? Does he (and others like him) really need to shill a canvas bag–use the bag, in fact, as bait to lure shoppers into the shore? Come in to buy a bag, walk out with weird tennis sweaters for your legs?

I gave money to Haiti, I will continue to give money to Haiti, I hope we all continue to help re-build that country. But the Feed Haiti bag reminds me that all too often, “good works” are accompanied by a sense of self-aggrandizement: look at me! I’m helping!

That self-aggrandizement shouldn’t matter, right? What should matter–what does matter–is that money keeps funneling to those who are on the ground in Haiti. That’s the big picture.  So if Rugby Ralph needs to flog a bag and a t-shirt on his website so that everyone knows what a mensch he is, fine, I guess. But there’s no way I’m buying those leg warmers.

Read full story · Comments { 1 } on February 24, 2010 in Politics, Products

An Olympic Moment

This morning, Liam and I were talking about what it meant to be “passionate,” which is the word that his pediatrician has used to describe him since he was a little boy (she suggested passionate as an alternative to some of the other, far less flattering words I was using to describe my then toddler-aged son). 

Liam asked what passionate meant, exactly, and I said that it meant having strong feelings about things–positive or negative.

“You mean how I want to win all the time?”

“Yes, that’s part of it. But you’re passionate about karate, soccer, school work…”

“And when Caleb makes me mad, I’m really mad?”

“That’s part of it too. You’re a passionate person, so you’re passionate about everything.”

“Not everything, mommy.”

“Really? What aren’t you passionate about?”

Liam thought a minute. “Luge.”

Read full story · Comments { 1 } on February 23, 2010 in Children