This missive (which hails from Broadway just shy of Gerry Street) reminds me of a former roommate of mine. One day, after tiring of looking at his besmirched manties (which had been gracing the bathroom floor for no less than two days) I took action. I put on a pair of latex gloves, deftly placed the offending item in a Ziploc bag (with the “business” showing) and taped this parcel at eye level onto the refrigerator. The next day they were gone. Nothing was ever said, but he never did it again. Billy— wherever you are— this one’s for you.
From West Street.
Thanksgiving Day will soon enough be upon us and with it comes food. Lots of it. To this end I spent yesterday hunting and gathering foodstuffs so as to make Chez Shitty’s traditional Thanksgiving fare: chile rellenos, rice, beans and salsa. Dessert, this year as in years past, is an afterthought. It gets lost in the shuffle. (No doubt I’ll be fighting over pies at Jubilatka today. So it goes.)
Which brings me to the purpose of this post: dessert and things getting lost in the shuffle. Yesterday I featured some UBER-cute commuter furkid porn from a woman named Victoria.
But masterminding photo shoots of a very comely hamster named Edie is but only one her talents. Victoria is also theÂ Jello Mistress of (north) Brooklyn. The title (be it self-appointed or otherwise) is well deserved.
Behold, Swedish Fish jello!
For the more exotically (and intoxicantly inclined ) I present Mojito jello, made with (what else): lime jello, mint and rum!
And last but hardly least, Greenpoint jello. The above is described by its creator as follows:
Pineapple Jello died green to celebrate Greenpoint, Brooklyn.
First it was the donut ice cream sandwich. Now it is designer gelatin products. What will my fellow Greenpointers think of next? While you mull this question over, dear readers, I present for your edification a slide show of our very own Jello Mold Mistress’s creations. Enjoy!
You can read more about Brooklyn’s very own Jello Goddess by clicking here.
P.S.: Methinks the Mistress’s next opus should be shit tit jello.
Gelatin boobs in an azure hue.
If anyone can do it, it is you Victoria. This isn’t simply about foodstuffs; it is a matter of Greenpoint pride. Make it happen. If you build it they will come… TO EAT!
Photo Credits: the Jello Mold Mistress of Brooklyn, Tony Liub and Mister Heather
Filed under: 11206, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken November 24, 2009.
P.S.: I am constantly fascinated the by manifold ways milk crates are employed for alternative purposes in our fair city, be it a basketball hoop (as seen above) or otherwise. Here’s yet another example Williamsburg wiliness. It hails from Broadway.
A go cart made from a shopping cart, a milk crate and a helluva lot of ingenuity. This is nothing short of awesome!
It recently came to my attention that the owner of T & N Wine, a fabulously cranky man named Chris, has rolled out a real doozy of a Thanksgiving display. Among the items employed are eighteen artfully placed bottles of Wild Turkey 101 (any less proof would be an insult to the Garden Spot of the Universe) and one very real— and anatomically correct— turkey.
I have written about this already. Yet none of my readers seems to have noticed this curiously (and, it should be noted, prodigiously) endowed fowl. No worries, the local population has. This display has literally stopped passersby in mid-stride. I learned this earlier today— noon, to be exact— when I was out running errands.
A 40-something gentleman exits T & N after making his lunch-time acquisition of spirits (vodka as best as I could tell— every hour is happy hour on Manhattan Avenue). He stops, looks at the window and laughs. LOUDLY.
Me: Nice, eh?
Man: Yes, very nice.
Me: As you can see that turkey is a male.
Man: It is?
Me: Yeah, look at it.
Man (looks, a puzzled expression clouds his face): How do you know it is male?
Me: Look closer at the turkey.
Me (getting exasperated): LOOK AT IT’S CROTCH— or what’s left of it, anyway.
Man (looks closer): AHAHAHAHAHA! Very funny.
Me: I told you that turkey is, uh was, a male.
Man: You are a very nice lady. Would you like to go for a drink… or a cup of coffee?
Me: It’s nice of you to offer but I have to be somewhere. Soon.
Man: You are a very nice lady. STAY THAT WAY! (wanders off laughing to himself)
True to the proprietor’s word the Mini Mart Deli Grocery at 1068 Manhattan Avenue is open for business!
Intrigued by the palette containing ten pound bags of onions for a $1.99 (a bargain at twice the price) I went inside to see what’s up. It is still very much a work in progress— but all the essentials are there, e.g.; coffee, tea, toiletries and the like. There were also a couple surprises:
- The (admittedly limited) produce section sports some of the freshest veggies I have ever seen north of Green Street.
- A vast assortment of Indian sweets graces the space next to the cash register. When I went to purchase my $1.00 extra large cup of tea (per the owner this was a “special grand opening offer”) a woman was busy selecting her confection of choice. It was a time-consuming decision (hey, I understand) but she was pleased with her choice. And the proprietor, who is a very nice guy, promised her a free cup of coffee in return for her patronage.
This same gentleman assured me he will be stocking a vast array of “heat and eat” Indian foodstuffs (starting at buck a pop) for north Greenpointer’s (24 hour) delectation. I can hardly wait!
Mini Mart Deli Grocery
Opening Date: NOW!
1068 Manhattan Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
And that’s all she wrote.
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From the Queens-bound platform at Broadway.
Filed under: 11206, Bloomblight, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, Crazy Cat Lady, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn
Looks like Mayor Mike has delivered on affordable housing after all!
Filed under: 11206, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art
From Montrose Avenue.
P.S.: While I am on the subject of streets and art I found something interesting next to the entrance at La Marqueta this afternoon.
If this is your sort of thing (and you know who you are), go to Moore Street just west of Humboldt. Your dream girl awaits!
Filed under: 11206, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn