This semester has proven to be a very interesting one. After choosing a Microbiology LC as my first choice, and then being put into LC 13, I was extremely nervous for my first semester of college. I was not sure what to expect. Wanting to become a nurse, I’m not sure what the food history of New York City would provide me with. However, the semester has deemed itself very insightful. I am grateful for all of the interesting things that both the Psychology class, and the history class has taught me. I was fascinated to learn why we eat and drink the things we do, and how eating disorders come about. Being a native New Yorker, I was shocked to learn how vital oysters were in New York City’s food and goods exchange. If it was not for oysters, New York may not be as popular as it is today. I am extremely grateful for all of things I have learned this semester, and now I can learn ways to apply them to my everyday life. Thank you LC 13!
Author Archives: LindaJeane Delfini
Garcinia Cambogia
Recently for a paper that I wrote in psychology class, I studied the plant, Garcinia Cambogia. I chose Garcinia Cambogia because of how popular the product is in the media, in health food stores, and how heavily promoted it is by celebrities. I thought that this product had to work due to its popularity or “hype” by the media, and brand names like GNC Health store, and the Dr. Oz Show. I even considered buying the product at some point to help me lose those extra five pounds I have been struggling with losing. So, I thought it would be a great product to research, potentially finding a resource to help me lose some weight!
So I began to search for some information and I what I found was very disappointing. Using Medline and PsychInfo databases, instantly several articles came up on Garcinia Cambogia’s ineffectiveness. it is astonishing how the media could portray this plant as a weight loss god meanwhile it may even have terrible side effects to your health. Although some research came up that Garcinia Cambogia may hinder obesity-promoting genes, it is not true as the media promotes that it will make you lose all of your excess fat.
After listening to the rest of the classes projects on “super foods” (for those of us who are trying to lose weight) I have come to the conclusion that no food, or diet plan will make all of the fat disappear! Rather, in order to lose weight we need to eat a balanced diet, and exercise daily.
The Delfini’s First Thanksgiving
Always having a catering business, my family and I have never been home for Thanksgiving. Every Thanksgiving, my parents are up all night preparing turkeys, and setting up the store for the incoming rush the next day. I began staying up all night helping my parents, starting in the fifth grade setting up the bakery, and making sure everything runs smoothly in the morning. By the time we got home from work, it would be 7pm Thanksgiving Day, and we all went right to bed, being up 48 hours, exhausted, overworked, and sore from running around like crazy people
We never had a Thanksgiving tradition nor did we cook our own dinner (the store normally prepared us our meal). Some might think we had it easy (a delicious meal prepared for us), but I feel that we have suffered a great loss of not being able to create our own meal, and create traditions that will last a life time. This year, is the first year we will be home all day (of course not me, because I will be at work) to cook our own meal, and spend the day with one another.
For the past two weeks, my family and I have been trying to figure out what we should do for the holiday. Should we visit Grandma? Should we eat at our house? Should we go to my Uncle’s house? Surprisingly, Saturday, my family and I were invited to my boyfriend, Dominick’s house for Thanksgiving. Every year, since Dominick’s parents bought their house, they have hosted Thanksgiving. I can’t think of a better family to show us what Thanksgiving should be like. Every year their whole family, immediate and extended, gather at his house, eat, watch football, build gingerbread houses, and just share the day together. I can’t wait to be apart of their tradition (and eat all of the delicious food). I am thankful for having my wonderful family, and now getting to share Thanksgiving with both my family and the wonderful people we have met, and now consider family as well.
My First Visit With Omar
During my first visit with Omar, my mentee from Port Richmond, I was delightfully excited to learn about his food culture. I was surprised how passionate his family and he was about the foods that they eat, and how selective they are about where they get their food from. I learned that Omar is Muslim and cooks primarily with a Muslim influence. He eats a lot of steak, and rice, and teaches other students in his culinary class what he eats and how he makes it. I was surprised at Omar’s enthusiasm and willingness to try different foods out of his food culture. He learned that I was Italian, and shared with me that his Mom cooks spaghetti frequently, although it has a Muslim twist. He shared that his Mom uses unconventional spices (he didn’t say which) that I wouldn’t be accustomed to in my spaghetti. He also shared that would like to own a restaurant after college, and plans on majoring in business in college. I was delighted to hear that he plans on further his education after high school.
I assumed that Omar learned his cooking techniques in his culinary class, but I was wrong. Omar teaches most of the students in his culinary class his techniques. He talked about making stew and steak in his classes, but prefers to cook outside of class, where he can infuse his Muslim spices, and special ingredients into the food.
Omar is a determined young adult, and I hope he is as successful as he is working towards. I loved hearing about his family, the way his family and he eat, and his cooking techniques. I can not wait to observe him in his culinary class.
Expanding my Food Palette
The New York Ranger game was on, and my boyfriend wanted to go to his family’s favorite place to watch the game: the Molly Wee Pub. Being extremely neophobic, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and join him this weekend.
Traveling into Manhattan, taking the X1 to Madison Square Garden, I was extremely nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. All I could think about was: “What would I eat? Would the smells make me nauseous? Would there be salad there? Chicken? I despise red meat!” All I could think about was my trip to Astoria, and how I almost passed out from the site of the meat hanging in the BZGrill! I was terrified that something of the sort would be hanging in the Irish Pub! We arrived, and to my liking, the pub had no meat hanging from it’s ceilings! Completely decorated with Ranger’s plaques, and every single person there had a Ranger’s jersey on. I immediately knew I would love this place (I wasn’t sure yet about the food). The atmosphere was great, everyone was cheerful, and welcoming. We stepped inside and a women with an Irish Brogue met us at the door and showed us to our table. I had never heard an authentic brogue before so I was mind blown. Following that, our waitress came to our table, and what do you know, SHE HAD AN IRISH BROGUE TOO! I later found out that every employee is actually an Irish immigrant, therefore all had Irish brogues. I immediately knew this place would be great, like my family’s deli and catering business, we are actually Italian from Italy and cook authentic Italian food, so I knew this place emphasized the same values in their business as we did.
The menu seemed average to me, about the same you could get anywhere, but once we received our food my thoughts changed completely. All of the food, although they seemed American, had an Irish twist! For example the Caesar said dressing had an Irish influence to it, so, the salad didn’t taste like your average salad, it tasted better! Besides the dressing, he chicken on top was moist and extremely fresh. The croutons were home made and the tomatoes and cucumbers were ripe! The food was great!
I found connections from both our History, and Physcology classes to my experience this weekend! I am slowly overcoming my neophobic ways, and I ventured out to a restaurant that was founded by Irish Immigrants (once not accepted in society, as we learned from the Moore family). It is amazing to see the progress Irish-America’s made from being frowned upon, and their food looked at to disgusting, to successfully owning restaurants!
Astoria Queens Visit
During our visit to Astoria Queens, we very delightfully surprised as to how vibrant, and busy the neighborhood was. We saw young children playing in the streets, and adults of all ages walking around the neighborhood (mostly ranging from 25-35 or senior citizens). Among all the different shops, within a span of two blocks, we saw an Italian bakery, a French bakery, multiple Greek restaurants (fast food, and sit down), and multiple Mexican restaurants. When it was time to eat dinner, we had too many options we did not know where to go! We decided on the BZGrill, a New York Times top rated authentic Greek restaurant! It was a small shop, and everything was cooked right in front of us! It was absolutely delicious! Never having eaten a gyro before, I was delightfully surprised as to how fresh, and delicious the food was!
Besides eating, we drove around the neighborhood looking for possible flaws the neighborhood may have. A few things that may be problematic is the large power plant located on 20th Avenue, a sanitation problem (build up of trash bags, and trash on the street), and perhaps heavy traffic problems. Although we all left our trip with feelings that this city was running quite efficiently, we still have some more investigating to do.
Besides looking for the problems in Astoria, we focused a lot on the good. The city was thriving! All of the shops were filled with costumers, the large recreational center was located very close to the homes, apartments, and town center. There were practically no homeless people sitting on the streets, a large super market was located within walking distance of the lower income area of Astoria, and the power plant did not let off any bad odors! I am very happy we chose to study Astoria, because I just found a new neighborhood I would like to visit!
An Apple Orchard that Had No Apples
Last weekend, my family and I went to Casola Farms, an apple orchard in Marlboro, New Jersey. After the long drive, we arrived to find out that the over-crowed apple farm, had depleted their apple supply! Devastated, we knew we couldn’t come home empty handed. So, we decided it would be fun as a family to carve pumpkins and roast pumpkin seeds! Little did we know, A LOT of work would have to be done! We picked two large pumpkins, and then four smaller ones (for decoration). We picked the biggest pumpkins we could find, made sure they weren’t rotten, and was en route home!
Once we arrived home, my dad began to cut open the pumpkins removing all of the seeds and placing them on to a cookie sheet. My Mom took them inside and cleaned them while I continued to clean out the inside of the pumpkin with my little cousins and sister. We moved onto the next pumpkin, and repeated the previously stated steps. Once both pumpkins were cleaned my dad began to carve the pumpkins with an extremely sharp knife. While he continued to carve the pumpkins, I went inside and seasoned the pumpkin seeds. We made half of them savory and the other half of them sweet. On the sweet pumpkin seeds, we sprinkled melted butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, and nut meg and rolled the seeds around on the parchment paper. On the savory seeds, we sprinkled cumin, cayenne pepper, and chill pepper. Once my father finished carving the pumpkins, and the seeds finished roasting we did what we always do on Sunday evenings: we cooked our pasta and meatballs! This week however, we changed it up and made ricotta raviolis!
Quality time with family is one of the most important things to living a successful and healthy life. I’m not going to lie and say that my family and I have quality time every week, because we do not. We are lucky to have quality time every other week or every three weeks due to sports, school work, our jobs, and other extracurricular activities. As a result of my family and I’s lack of quality time, I can not bed explain how grateful my peers should be if their families are together every night for dinner. I genially can not wait for Sunday dinners when everyone is home and able to just hang out. Whether it be talking, eating, or watching TV, all time spent together, is quality time. Of course the delicious food is just a plus!
My day made me realize once again how much time is spent taking whole foods, and converting them into other products. For example, making bread and cake out of eggs. Food is a huge part in my family, and I love the time we spend in the kitchen daily.
Freshest Catch
So I felt that it would be relevant to talk about what I’m eating for dinner tonight! You might be asking why, but I have my reasons. My Dad decided to go fishing yesterday, in hopes of catching black fish. Out on the water all day, he waited and waited and finally something caught his line. Little did we know, they would come home to be our dinner! He caught two plump black fish. He came home that day, got his gloves on and began what soon would be our dinner! He gutted them, taking off their skin, removing their guts and picked away their bones! My dad being a butcher is used to the nauseating smells, slimy guts, and all of the other disgusting parts of the fish but I couldn’t handle it. I ran up the stairs like a kid who saw a ghost! I’m not sure how early Americans, or any humans in the past were able to butcher their meat and then hours later eat it! I found it repulsive and unappealing (although it tastes amazing).
He marinated the fish in some olive oil, picked some basil from his garden, chopped up onions and garlic that he purchased from his favorite New Jersey farmers’ market, and drizzled some olive oil on top. He also threw chives, scallions, salt, and pepper on top. He covered the fish in tin foil and put it in the fridgerator to soak in all of the delicious herbs.
I immediately felt a connection to what we have been learning this past semester. Our dinner tonight was made in our home. We went out and provided for ourselves our own fish, grew some of the herbs that would be atop our fish, or bought it at a farmers market. In a way, I am proud of my father for not using a supermarket to help make our dinner, or rely on the fish market to provide us with our fish. The connection I made with the Port Richmond garden, and the early American’s really struck me. It’s interesting how much work it takes to make one meal. The time it took colonial Americans to make their meals must have consumed hours in each of their days! I wonder now, what was at a loss, due to all of the time it took them to gather, clean, and make their food. I now understand the power of convenience a supermarket, fish market or oyster market has on people.
My dad always cooks his food from scratch, not relying on pre-made spice packs or dressings, but this was on a whole different level. I can’t wait to taste my Dad’s cooking tonight, I’m sure it will be delicious!
Society’s Standards on Men and Women
Real Women Have Curves, and Women’s Body Types Over History opened my eyes. Since 1600 BC, society has told women how they should look. Starting as young as two years old with Barbie Dolls, girls are taught that they should be tall, skinny, and have porcelain-like skin. After doing some further investigating, Buzz Feed also released a video called, Men’s Standards Of Beauty Around The World. Although I believe that women are held to a higher and more drastic body image standard; our society is heavily shaped on our physical figure. It amazes me how our food industry mostly provides fast, fat-producing foods yet we have these high standards of body image. I hope that as a society we could begin to love ourselves like Ana (America Ferrara) in Real Women Have Curves does. Despite her Mother’s demeaning comments, Ana continued to love herself no matter what her mother said. She began to influence the workers in her sisters factory as well. She loved her body although it wasn’t what society told her it should look like. We don’t need society to tell us what is beautiful. If we love ourselves for who we are, perhaps these harsh and unrealistic body ideals will begin to go away.
What Food Means to Me
This past weekend, my family and I had to do the hardest thing we have ever had to do: close the doors to our business. For the past six months, the town in which my families business is located has been under MAJOR construction. From the bridge that gets you into the town being closed, to all of the roads being ripped up, the town was a war zone. The costumers needed a police escort to get into our store making it ultimately impossible to get in! Since the bridge was closed, if you lived in the neighboring town, the detour took about twenty minutes! Although my love for rice balls, and fresh mozzarella is very strong, like most of our patrons, I wouldn’t have traveled 40 minutes to get those delicious Italian foods either.
Finding out that this was our last operating day made my heart break. Our business was the only occupation my family and I knew. What would we do on Christmas? Who would cater our parties? What would we do if had a craving for one our homemade rice balls (This was only my concern)? What would we do if we needed lunch for school tomorrow? Where would my parents work? Some of these problems may sound superficial, however this is what rushed to my brain. Growing up, we always had food at our fingertips — so having to go to the grocery store for things that were always accessible in my store felt so bizarre.
Pacing up and down the deli case, trying to figure out what to eat before it was all gone felt more like trying to figure out what to write an essay on. After much consideration, I picked a rice ball. Before I could even walk, I ate rice balls. It was my go to food as a child, and still is. They could be as small as a munchkin or as large as a softball! They came in all different sizes and some came with meat and some came with cheese.
Most of you are probably thinking why is she writing about this? Growing up in my store made me who I am today, and without my store, I wouldn’t have the same passion for cooking and love for my culture. Visiting Port Richmond’s vast array of restaurants, bodegas made me realize that there are others out there with different backgrounds and cultures that have a shared passion for food like my family and I have. Visiting these places made me feel proud of my families long-lived business, and all of the things we have shared among our costumers, friends, and family.