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Friday, August 11, 2017





GOOD NEWS FOR HERRING LOVERS!!!!

Herring migration on the rise in Mystic Lakes

Herring swam through the fish ladder at the Mystic Dam.
Patrick Herron
Herring swam through the fish ladder at the Mystic Dam.


An estimated 630,000 herring migrated through a fish ladder installed at the Mystic Dam this year, marking one of the largest herring migration groups in Massachusetts history, the Mystic River Watershed Association said.
The number of river herring had been on the decline for several decades because of habitat loss, the association said in a statement. But when the association installed the fish ladder in 2011, it opened up an additional 165 acres of fresh water habitat for fish to lay their eggs.
Fish ladders are designed to provide a way for fish to get around obstructions in rivers like dams, according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. They generally consist of a series of pools moving upstream, allowing fish to leap through a stream of water, rest in a pool, and proceed past the obstacle.
This year, volunteers with the Mystic River Watershed Association counted 91,997 herring migrating through the ladder between April and June. The association used a sophisticated model to come up with an estimate of the total of 630,000, up 40 percent from last year.
“We are thrilled that the herring count has increased, and glad our volunteer monitoring program and our new underwater video monitoring program are engaging more people in the community — including local students — in the amazing river herring migration,” said Patrick Herron, the executive director of the association.
The video monitoring program is the result of a partnership between the association and six local schools designed to bring herring migration to the attention of students.
An underwater video camera films the fish using the Mystic Lakes ladder and streams the footage into classrooms, where students learned about the fish and helped document data, the association said. Several classes also took field trips to the ladder for a more hands-on experience.
The association installed a second ladder in the Aberjona River after the Mystic ladder was successful, which could allow herring to have access to habitats as far inland as Woburn next year.

Alyssa Meyers can be reached at alyssa.meyers@globe.com. Follow her on Twitter @ameyers_.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017




GUESS THIS SHOWS HERRING ISN'T JUST FOR OLD MEN







A LUST FOR LOX

Herring curer Eric Moed bids farewell to New York with a photo exhibit about a fish of a different color

August 7, 2017 • 12:00 AM


‘NSFW,’ one of the photos from Bagel Lust. (Photo: Eric Moed)

Eric Moed didn’t always love herring. “It actually started as pure disgust,” he told me recently. But after years of repulsion at the smell, he finally tried it. “My friend Huddy’s grandfather—a member of the last old-guard Modern Orthodox shul in Williamsburg and former Haganah fighter—shoved a piece of matjes in my face after services one morning,” he recalled. “He firmly said, ‘Eat it.’ I had no choice, and have been grateful ever since.”
“Not only was the herring delicious,” Moed said, “it shocked me with an energy that connected me to past generations of our people.”
In 2015, Moed went on to start—with friends—the Manhattan Herring Club, a group of Jewish men in their 20s and 30s who scout, eat, and cure New York’s best herring. (Benz’s in Crown Heights, Pomegranate in Flatbush, and the Hasidic store-bought “super-schmaltzy” at Raskin’s are Moed’s personal favorites; club co-founder Roni Jesselson, meanwhile, praised Russ & Daughters’ annual herring fest, calling the Lower East Side appetizing shop “the institution that sets the bar.”)
But Moed does more than taste herring. A Pratt Institute-trained architect, he is now also an artisan fish curer who’s been meeting for nearly a decade with other members in Manhattan, with spices from his uncle’s fourth-generation Crown Heights spice factory in tow, to cure their own herring. Jesselson’s herring concoctions, named after famous streets of the Lower East Side, range from “The Canal Street,” an Asian-fusion herring that is sweet and spicy with a hint of fish salt, to “The Ludlow,” a Spanish tapas-style spicy herring with shallots. “The Essex,” said Jesselson, “is a homage to what was once the pickle district and the famous Guss’ pickles that used to be on the street.” He and Moed added sangria and lemons for a twist. “It looks beautiful,” Jesselon continued, “and is lighter on the tongue than traditional pickled herring.”


Moed’s most recent batches of herring include matjes with kimchi, sesame oil, and cucumber; schmaltz with rosemary, citron, and balsamic reduction; and schmaltz in wasabi, Dijon, and truffle oil honey. “There hasn’t been much experimentation with herring recipes until recently,” Moed said, “so it’s very cool to be on the vanguard of reimagining this traditional food.”
After 10 years in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn, where he says he has “coordinated multiple fish-related kiddushes,” Moed is moving to Cambridge to attend the Harvard Graduate School of Design. To crown his time in Brooklyn, and mark an end to a decade of cured-fish devotion, he is hosting a photography show called Bagel Lust. “Where there is herring,” said Moed, “there is lox.”
The show, going up Aug. 8 at Ark House in Manhattan, will feature his original photos of “lox in various positions.” (Moed said: “I wanted to do something a little less traditional than a goodbye party.”) The show is a collection of photos he originally sent to Manhattan Herring Club members over the years, showing off New York delicacies. “In time, the portraits took on a more formal quality. They became a sort of documentation, a demarcation of events, and a detailing of my love for New York City’s foodstuffs.”
According to Moed the main inspirations for the show were Gary from Acme Smoked Fish and Georgia O’Keeffe.
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When Moed moved to New York from Englewood, New Jersey, in 2007 to attend Pratt, he was president of campus Chabad and deeply involved in Jewish life. There he collected a group of like-minded herring-lovers. “Friends and I started enjoying this mysterious fish together, bonding over our shared backgrounds and a deep respect for Jewish tradition that many of us found elusive in other traditional practices,” he said. “In an age where we are all searching for experiential connectivity, this simple fish has provided me with a deep sense of belonging to our longstanding tradition and an equally profound feeling of pride about my Judaism.”
Jesselson recalled how the Manhattan Herring Club—which he termed “a movement of young men with old souls”—grew out of this informal circle of friends: “It began because a good friend and one of the founders, Jacob Frommer, wrote an inspirational article about his love for herring. [Some of us] reached out to Jacob and explained to him how we share this same love for herring,” which Jesselson calls “Jewish soul food.” “[We] said there’s more of us out here and we need to make an official club.”
When the group gathers, they cure or hunt or devour herring in all forms. “We eat herring together,” explained Moed, “go to herring-related events together, such as Fresh Catch Neuherring Festival each June at the Oyster Bar in Grand Central. We also simply email each other photos of herring that we’ve made or are about to eat.”
Club member Richard Norman recalled Rabbi Meir Soloveichik’s lecture on herring at an event called Herringfest last year at Shearith Israel in New York: “The act of eating herring connects us with thousands of years of history in a manner that is earned, not given. Like wine, beer, and dark chocolate, very few people are born herring lovers. Herring-love is attained through a combination of age and experience.”
“I like the fact that herring isn’t just something you can Google how to make,” Moed said. “Because if you mess up just a bit—like putting in one too many cloves (been there), your batch is ruined. You need to make it many times to get a feel for it.”
The preparation for Moed’s recent wedding, which had a small room dedicated to herring, included a meeting of the Manhattan Herring Club at member Richard Norman’s apartment. “The evening involved a sampling of a cross section of New York’s best herring offerings,” Norman said, including the preparation of several of their own blends. “Mezcal, jalapeno, and lime; homemade hot sauce; and horseradish, lemon, and dill proved to be three of the favorites.” Norman and Moed even met up in Europe on their respective honeymoons with their wives to scout herring and study its history.
“The club has grown, and it’s evident through the friendships that have formed,” said Jesselson. “People are asking me all the time to join. It’s ironic because we don’t meet weekly and we don’t have a membership platform. We joke around that to be initiated we have a hazing process that involves pickled herring being poured on your head. The truth is that it’s an old King Solomon test because like the baby who doesn’t get cut in half, we would never wastefully dump pickle herring over someone’s head.”
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Bagel Lust is less about the past centuries of Jews curing fish and more about Moed’s personal memories of eating fish. “Bagel and lox was this food that kept me company through a decade in New York,” he said. “On Friday mornings that I make it to Acme Smoked Fish, I buy by the pound and eat with my hands.”
Lox and herring are part of what he calls “the holy trinity,” which also includes the shvitz—the communal baths. “All of these things go hand-in-hand together. They are about the lifestyle our grandparents lived, and are all connected,” he said. “Maybe we didn’t understand them when we were younger, but now they provide a reset from everyday life and serve as a link to the past—and a way to escape the present into another dimension.”
Source: http://www.tabletmag.com/jewish-life-and-religion/241932/a-lust-for-lox

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Haven't Had Any Vita In A While  (This is not fake news )



Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Time For A Little Herring Art History



The Herring Net1885

In 1883 Winslow Homer moved to the small coastal village of Prout’s Neck, Maine, where he created a series of paintings of the sea unparalleled in American art. Long inspired by the subject, Homer had spent summers visiting New England fishing villages during the 1870s, and in 1881–82, he made a trip to a fishing community in Cullercoats, England, that fundamentally changed his work and his life. The paintings he created after 1882 focused almost exclusively on humankind’s age-old contest with nature. HereThe Herring Net Homer depicted the heroic efforts of fishermen at their daily work, hauling in an abundant catch of herring. In a small dory, two figures loom large against the mist on the horizon, through which the sails of the mother schooners are dimly visible. While one fisherman hauls in the netted and glistening herring, the other unloads the catch. Utilizing the teamwork so necessary for survival, both strive to steady the precarious boat as it rides the incoming swells. Homer’s isolation of these two figures underscores the monumentality of their task: the elemental struggle against a sea that both nurtures and deprives.
— Entry, Essential Guide, 2013, p. 41.
Source: Art Institute Chicago---   http://www.artic.edu/aic/collections/artwork/25865

Monday, May 15, 2017




Commentary Magazine's attempt at herring humor:

The Herring Joke
Our joke for February


For 65 years, every day, Fishbein goes at noon to Ratner’s, the famed dairy restaurant on the Lower East Side a few blocks from his clothing stall on Orchard Street, and has the schmaltz herring and a can of cream soda. He outlives waiters, cashiers, bus boys. He sees the neighborhood change. One day when Nixon is president, a waiter says to him: “Fishbein, live a little. Before you die, go up to Famous on the Upper West Side at 72nd and Broadway. Isaac Bashevis Singer practically lives there. They have great schmaltz herring. Give it a chance!”
He thinks about it and says, “Yeah, why not?” He decides he will go the next week.
Word spreads throughout the neighborhood. There is buzzing. There is gossip. How will he get there? How will he get back? He’s a lifelong bachelor. He’s probably never been above Houston Street.
As he leaves his stall at 11 on Monday, the murmuring follows him down Orchard to Delancey, where he descends into the subway. He takes the F train to West 4th, transfers to the D at 59th, climbs the stairs to the 1, and emerges at 72nd Street 40 minutes later. The word has traveled here too by Jewish telegraph; people are waiting at the subway exit to stare.
As he crosses Broadway, people are pointing. He is oblivious to it. Fishbein enters Famous. An awestruck owner wordlessly guides him to a booth and hands him a menu. “I don’t need it,” he says. “Schmaltz herring and a cream soda.”
He looks around. People look down immediately. The restaurant is hushed.
The waiter comes with a bottle of Dr. Brown’s Cream Soda and a plate with a herring on it. Fishbein picks up his knife and fork, and just as he’s about to cut into it, the herring looks up at him and barks, “Schmuck! The schmaltz herring is lousy here! Go back to Ratner’s!”
source: https://www.commentarymagazine.com/articles/the-herring-joke/