What does Fall and Thanksgiving have in Common?…

Harvesting cranberries, wet harvesting


I always thought that cranberries grew in water. Guess what…they don’t, in fact they grow along the ground on vines, tight little berries that come in all shades, from pale red to purple.

Prior to this century they were harvested by hand, with a scoop which had 26 seven inch teeth sticking out from a wooden handle, sliding into the vine like a rake, plucking up the berries and often the vine with it. It was long backbreaking process and to get a real idea read http:www.unmassed.edu/specialprograms/caboverde/cranberry/semedo3.html a wonderful history or it all.

Ah…the mechanical era came along. and so did production. Enter “Wet Picking.”

The vines growing in the marsh or bogs now could be flooded

and a motorized picker ,”Water Reel” or egg beaters could now be used to beat them off the vine and beautiful ruby jewel like marbles could float to the top…a man stands in front to guide and mark the place they left off and also feel for any deep holes( something you don’t want to fall into with waders!) and they go round and round until all done. Oh yeah..how do they float to the top? They have small air pocket in the middle where the seeds are,

Then they are corralled together ready to  be sucked up into a waiting truck..

that rinses and loads them ready to be delivered to the plant.

Each truck is weighed and product tested..

Before unloading, samples are randomly sampled for any pesticides or other contaminates..
then unloaded by driving up on a ramp that tilts the truck back to dump out the berries onto belt system sorting for sizes and later determined for usage eg. juice,frozen,packaged etc.

So the next time you slide out that familiar red log of cranberry jelly for holiday turkey or chicken,

( mmm duck as well) or any other kind of cranberry sauce item you might have in mind, think of the process it took to take it from here to your table. To me they will never look the same.

For more images ..http://miamifoodphotography.photoshelter.com/gallery/Cranberry-Harvest/G00006bnAl2754bU/


Good Service

A few years ago we were visiting Carcassonne, France. It is a fabulous place, a perfectly preserved medieval walled fortress town where the Knights Templars came from. Cool as it was, the best part was below the fortress in the local town square where the folk live,work and go about their daily lives, now that the Crusades are over!

Waiting Tables,France

Waiting on Tables,France

There in the town square where restaurants share space with their colorful branded tables and matching chairs was “Chez Felix” a family run place as most bars, bistros and restaurants are in France. This is what the American bistro scene is so desperately trying to mimic through the vision of how our corporate homogenizing system is  churning them out in malls across the country.
Where we go wrong and they get right is what this is all about…SERVICE.. intimate, professional, smooth.
We sat at a table outside and away from the main bar among 20 other tables that were all served by one man, the one in this picture. Inside was the bar tended by the owner, the kitchen by his wife and daughter and a few inner tables served by one more waiter an older man. Watching this operation, and we did more than one day or night as well, was like watching a well rehearsed dance troupe onstage. They weren’t running frantic, forgetting orders or parts of, and we didn’t need a red flag waving to catch their attention. They weren’t wearing some silly ass outfit with a colorful hat nor bringing us a balloon with Chez Felix on it, singing happy birthday through their teeth, nor whatever Busker event marketing departments can dream up. He didn’t introduce himself with a big plastered grin , nor did he sit down next to me acting like my old  buddy as he took my order nor did he make us feel like one of the peeps referring to us as ” Hi Guys”. He didn’t engage me in some dopey ass conversation with that marketing approach of  ” sell your personality” to make people feel the ” XYZ Bistro” experience. He didn’t try to entertain us every time he walked by. He wasn’t there to make us like him, he was there to make us like the place we came to by offering us the most efficient, best and professional service and not getting in our way of enjoying each other.
When we got the food, which BTW, over a few days we tried it all, it was ace one as though my mother cooked it just for me, and recently as well, not pre-made by a crew of zombies who on their own can’t cut butter, slapped together by recent high school grads who were just trained in the kitchen one month ago and presto you’re a chef. When we finished, we sat there as long as we wished until we wanted something else, while all the time he had his attention on every table he had as he walked by, ready to serve whatever we wanted, a cognac,a coffee…he didn’t asked every 2 minutes if we were done…which leads me to the real difference in service.
Good service is not coming over every time I put my hand down to rest and ask ” May I take this away?” or every five minutes asking if I want something else…NO!!!  go away and let me swallow my food…  nor throwing down the bill as I drink my coffee or sip a drink..
NEVER MIND WIPING THE TABLE in between…rare here… after all I like to rest my hands on sauce or whatever spilled.I like to take it home like a souvenir.
Price…did someone mention that as a quality comparison?  well the average check there was $20-25 with a glass of local wine and full meal..
Next time you are out in one of our bistros..count the servers…watch their actions..listen to their banter.. and ask yourself, why isn’t there a waiter training course, that teaches sensitivity of patrons, not amusement, attention with a relaxed, not hustle mode. Make servers professional ones, invest in them for a better return and not making a better return by saving a few bucks on that end. If you have a young staff, great but be demanding on them and have one pro-server play watchdog..
The dance between the front of the house and the back of the house is delicate, and for those of us who sit in the middle, we can pass off ” I think I ordered the wrong thing” easier than, ” the service sucks.”
A bistro/cafe shouldn’t be just a burger joint with the fastest service around.  It should be place to go, when you have nothing in mind, just want to lay back, eat and talk to the ones at your table not the ones around it.