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Wednesday, April 3, 2013





Herring Trivia:  

Which ocean is called the "Herring Pond"?

Answer: The Atlantic
They probably called it that because there is a lot more herring fish in it than any other kind.


(According to the Second Edition of the Oxford English Dictionary, the saying is surprisingly old, with the first example of great pond being recorded in 1641 and herring-pond in 1686. Early examples are all from writers in various British North American colonies and so it’s reasonable to suppose that the expressions originated there.)


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Thursday, March 28, 2013

"I've been working on herring for the past decade, and it seems like more people are taking an interest in them" 


Well it appears  the herring are running out on the West Coast and it seems to have caught someone's attention out there. So happy to hear the Californians are so concerned!!  







Lots of herring hit Bay Area

WILDLIFE After collapse 4 years ago, the fish have returned - ringing a dinner bell for a variety of other species

Peter Fimrite
Updated 5:09 pm, Thursday, January 24, 2013

Great swirling schools of herring converged in San Francisco Bay this month, drawing fishermen, sea lions, harbor seals and thousands upon thousands of birds looking to fatten up for the winter.
The menagerie of wildlife is a sign that the bay's once spectacular herring runs, which collapsed four years ago, are returning to their former glory. The San Francisco run is the last urban fishery in the United States in which people can actually sit on shore and watch commercial boats haul in the squiggling fish.
As many as 12,000 birds converged on Richardson Bay, in Marin County, this week as the herring arrived en masse to lay and fertilize eggs, or roe, a delicacy for a wide variety of species, including sushi-loving humans. Fishermen scrambled to cast their nets amid the swooping, honking, squawking hordes.
"It is such an inspiration. There is something electric about a herring run," said Anna Weinstein, the seabird program manager for Audubon California. "To have such an exciting event, especially here in San Francisco, is really cool and exciting."
The herring, which live up to nine years and can grow to more than 12 inches long, spend most of their lives in the open ocean.
They come to spawn in the bay and its estuaries in November, where they congregate in masses that, if they were all netted, would weigh more than 50,000 tons, experts calculate.
The females lay their eggs on rocks, seaweed, riprap or pilings, and the males fertilize the eggs with their milt.
Near Mission Rock
The schooling fish were first spotted Jan. 7 off Mission Rock, near AT&T Park. Hundreds of thousands of the little fish filled the bay from the ballpark to the Ferry Building over the course of a week, said Ryan Bartling, an environmental scientist who specializes in marine fisheries for the California Department of Fish and Wildlife.
The latest swarm started along the Sausalito waterfront last Friday, attracting fishermen from as far away as Washington.
"I've been working on herring for the past decade, and it seems like more people are taking an interest in them," Bartling said.
"This week, they were in Sausalito, and it was something to see. When you've got a 30-foot 'bow picker' fishing boat with birds all over, you can't miss it."
The Pacific herring fishery is important mainly for the product the fish produce, a delicacy known as golden roe, which is prized in Japan above herring eggs from other parts of the world because of its brilliant color and taste.
Fishermen generally cut the roe out of the fish or pluck it off kelp where the herring spawn. The remains of fish taken for their roe are used for pet food and chicken feed.
Near catastrophe
The arrival of the herring is a big thing, Bartling said, particularly in the wake of their nearly catastrophic decline. The number of herring seen in the bay dropped steadily starting in the late 1990s and reached a historic low in 2009, forcing the state to close the fishing season for the winter.
Scientists believe warmer water and a lack of krill and other food sources in the ocean caused the decline.
The arrival of herring is good for the fishing and sushi industries, but it is a bonanza for the marine ecosystem, where the herring are a crucial cog in the food chain, Weinstein said. Harbor seals, sea lions, porpoises, dolphins, brown pelicans, 11 species of seagulls, cormorants, scaups, scoters and grebes rush from all directions into San Francisco Bay to feast on fish and eggs during the herring run.
"It is the biggest estuarine wildlife event in the winter in California," Weinstein said.
"Everyone drops everything and feeds on herring roe. You'll see these fat gulls sitting there. It looks like Thanksgiving just happened."
Herring season
This winter's herring season, which began in November and is open from 5 p.m. Sunday to noon Friday through March, has a quota of 2,854 tons of fish and roe, or 4.7 percent of the estimated weight of all of the spawning herring in the bay. In 2000, the herring quota was 5,925 tons.
As it is, Weinstein said, most of the herring in the bay are under the age of 4. The older, more valuable, fish have almost disappeared. Even the number of 4-year-old fish caught in the bay is well below the historic average, according to state biologists.
"We're deeply concerned, as is the Department of Fish and Wildlife and fishermen, about the lack of older fish," Weinstein said. "It indicates stress, but the reason is a mystery."
Peter Fimrite is a San Francisco Chronicle staff writer. E-mail: pfimrite@sfchronicle.com Twitter: @pfimrite

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

"The House That Herring Built"

A little bit of herring history as reported by the Wall Street Journal -  a review of a new book about Russ & Daughters in NYC. 



Smoked, Sliced & Pickled
New York City's Russ & Daughters is a century-old shrine to lox and bagels, herring, smoked salmon, caviar, and the rest.

On East Houston Street between Allen and Orchard on Manhattan's gentrified Lower East Side sits Russ & Daughters Appetizers, a century-old shrine consecrated to lox and bagels, herring, smoked salmon, caviar, chopped liver, and the rest. Today a fourth generation of Russes manages the business that their great-grandfather built from a pushcart in what was then a teeming Jewish ghetto. That this tiny gem should still flourish under the same family—a fifth-generation daughter has recently been born—is an urban miracle, a testament to the unfailing regenerative powers of New York and its people.

Mark Russ Federman, the third-generation proprietor, has now retired and written "Russ & Daughters: Reflections and Recipes From the House That Herring Built," a memoir that captures the spirit of the shop: its obsession with quality and service, its understated cheerfulness, the family embrace that one feels as a customer. "You're either born a great schmoozer or you're not," Mr. Federman writes of this Proustian quality that involves listening as well as talking and "derives from a basic love of people." So why didn't Mr. Federman follow his customers as the second and third Jewish generations moved uptown or to the suburbs? Because, he writes, "I knew in my kishkes (guts) that we were in our rightful place in the world. Would a herring really taste like a herring if it were bought on the Upper East Side or in Great Neck?" Would schmoozing be the same in Westchester?

The decision to stay took courage and a deep commitment to place. "I didn't simply 'inherit' Russ & Daughters. . . . I earned the right to buy the business from the preceding generation," Mr. Federman writes. "I did however inherit the customers. I'm retired now but I can still hear them placing their orders . . . I need a whitefish . . . It should be a nice one . . . My son, the doctor, is coming home for dinner . . . No, not that one. The one next to it. No, that one's too dried out. Why don't you go to the back and get me a fresh one?" And Mr. Federman probably did. Retailers large and small will learn from this book the patient cultivation of customer loyalty while ethnic loyalists will find a dozen or so authentic recipes for such classics as cheese blintzes and salmon tartar and an irresistible steamed herring in parchment.

Mr. Federman's career began in childhood when he and his father would leave the house at five in the morning and drive in their bright red truck to the Brooklyn smokehouses "looking for the one place that would satisfy my father that morning with the quality" of fish he wanted for his store. "The sights, the smells, the tastes—in a smokehouse everything assaults your senses at once. Cavernous rooms with soot and smoke-blackened walls. Intense smells, some sweet, others acrid. All manner of fish in their briny baths in huge steel vats, hanging from their tails punctured by wooden hooks, splayed out on racks."

Mr. Federman didn't at first plan to go into the business, though, and went to law school instead. After serving as an Army lawyer in Vietnam, he ended up at an uptown firm where schmoozing is bought and sold by the hour. For this life he was ill-suited; it violated the imprinted memory of three generations in the fish business. In 1978, he decided to keep Russ & Daughters in the family. His plan was to help his parents run the store part-time and practice law part-time. But "the first day I took up my place behind the counter was the last day I practiced law. . . . I began earning my Ph.D. (professional herring degree)."

From the beginning he had a problem with Sidney, a long-serving counter man who ran the store as if it were his and treated Mr. Federman as an interloper, a nuisance. "Sidney could best be described as a farbissener, someone who is bitter and angry at the world and whose greatest pleasure is to make those around him just as miserable." When Mr. Federman felt he had learned enough about the business, he retired Sidney and hired a few old-timers for busy weekends—"Hy, Hymie, Al and Dave had once owned their own appetizing stores but were now waiting for the final exodus: Florida or Beth David Cemetery. . . . They told me when they would work, how much they would get paid, and how to run the store. . . . They couldn't get along with each other either. At times they would face off behind the counter with lox knives."

By this time the old neighborhood had changed dramatically. Latinos occupied the crumbling tenements. Two Dominican cousins, Herman Vargas and Jose Reyes, were now peeling onions, pickling herrings and washing dishes in the back of the store. "They did their jobs exceptionally well and with a positive attitude. About two years after I took over the business I had finally had it with the motley crew of lox-slicing prima donna countermen that I had inherited. One day, in a fit of pique, I brought Jose and Herman out from the kitchen and put them behind the counter. . . . It was a bold move: placing Latinos behind the smoked fish counter in a traditional Jewish appetizing store had never been done before. This was cutting-edge."

For the customers it was something else. "This was a Jewish store, selling Jewish food, prepared and sliced by Jewish employees. . . . Some customers were merely put off, some were offended, and some walked out. Their loss. As it turned out, these two men had talents I wasn't aware of." Today both men are still behind the counter, and both speak fluent Yiddish. What Mr. Federman fails to mention is his Sherpa salmon slicer, who used to guide climbers up Mount Everest and for the past 10 years has worked beside Jose and Herman. They have taught him that a bissel cream cheese is just a light schmear, according to a recent story in the New York Times, and he can cut salmon "thin enough to read a newspaper through it."

Mr. Federman's confidence in the neighborhood has been vindicated. In the darkest days, when junkies haunted the park across the street and prostitutes dragged their johns into the store to change $100 bills so they could take their $10 fees, customers asked why Mr. Federman didn't move uptown. He would reply that "sooner or later, uptown would come downtown," and it did.

Through it all, Russ & Daughters has maintained its integrity and become a revered institution. The holiday lines along Houston Street have grown longer, and not just the holiday lines. Herring and lox have attracted a pan-ethnic following. The fourth generation has created a website and now ships orders by FedEx.as But to the stores' traditional customers this operation is invisible. If great-grandfather Russ were to stop by for a plump Dutch herring, Herman would welcome him in Yiddish and the old man would feel at home.

For centuries on end philosophers have tried and failed to define the good life. Mark Federman's life as revealed here can hardly be reduced to a set of impersonal abstractions, but if philosophers are willing to settle for a case in point rather than a developed theory, let them read his marvelous book.

—Mr. Epstein, the author of "Eating:
A Memoir," was for many years the editorial director of Random House.
A version of this article appeared March 2, 2013, on page C8 in the U.S. edition of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: Smoked, Sliced & Pickled.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Gettin' Jiggy With the Herring

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFr6IonjlvE




Saturday, March 2, 2013

 More Herring Music 
Performed by that rockin' group  "The Guinea Pigs"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs06Wy_ljWw




Thanks to Uncle Sammy for his ongoing herring research!!!!!!!

Friday, March 1, 2013


Captain Paul Peluso and His Wife Katrina's Culinary Institute for Herring


For those of you who were wondering how to pickle your own herring - let's go to herring school!!!

Part 1:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CqrU2guN0M

Part 2:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mTOP28oySQ





Tuesday, February 12, 2013


Upscale the Kiddush--The "herring bar" features 12 different variations named after each of the Twelve Tribes of Israel???

Looks like things are getting a little out of hand back there in the Old Country:



The Wall Street Journal

After These Jewish Prayer Services, Things Come 'To Life' at Open Bar

To Woo Worshippers, Synagogues Compete With Food and Booze; Hosting in the Hamptons

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Main sanctuary of 'The Shul' near Bal Harbour, Fla. It replicates three synagogues—in Warsaw, Krakow and Prague—destroyed by the Nazis in World War II, according to Rabbi Sholom Lipskar.
Come Saturday, the Jewish Sabbath, the atmosphere at Rabbi Sholom Lipskar's synagogue near Bal Harbour, Fla., turns festive. The eating and drinking start early.
Very early.
The synagogue, called The Shul, attracts anywhere from 500 to 800 people each week. Most attend services in the main sanctuary that start around 9 a.m. But some early birds show up for prayers that begin at 7:15 a.m. and conclude by 9:15. Then it is party time for the largely male crowd.
This elegant seaside place of worship is on the cutting edge of the Kiddush—a lavish repast that has helped transform the staid postservice fellowship hour to the kind of boozy, over-the-top spread synonymous with weddings.
Such affairs have become so de rigueur to luring congregants that Rabbi Lipskar has solicited donors for a special "Kiddush bank" to fund the pricey libations and epicurean fare that can cost anywhere from $1,800 to $3,600 per week.
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Rabbi Lipskar
"It is perfect," says Rabbi Lipskar, whose synagogue is part of the Hasidic Lubavitch movement. "God didn't make the delicious stuff only for non-Jews." Those who want a shot of hard liquor—they don't say "let's have a drink," but "let's have a L'chaim," he says, referring to the traditional Jewish toast "to life."
"This is not a drinking fest," he adds. "The drinks are in small cups."
In the face of dwindling attendance at religious services, many rabbis have become similarly creative. At the Bal Harbour shul and other synagogues, the sumptuous food, fine wines and liquors are a way to help draw congregants.
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As early as January, Rabbi Marc Schneier was already well into planning his synagogue's summer worship in New York's posh Hamptons community. He is lining up guest speakers, interviewing assistant rabbis—and considering ways to improve on the martini bar.
The "L'chaim" table of high-price spirits is the most popular feature of The Hampton Synagogue's Saturday summer service. "There is always vodka, an assortment of single malts, tequila," says Robert Fisher, a friend of the rabbi who serves as adviser on food and drink.
Rabbi Schneier notes that the fetes don't get overly boisterous. It is all about the "M-word," he insists—not martinis, but "moderation."
The same might not be said about the food. One weekend the entrees included pan-seared sesame salmon and sliced steak with horseradish cream. There is always seafood salad—the rabbi's favorite dish—albeit made with pollock and whiting since the congregation adheres to kosher laws banning shellfish. The "herring bar" features 12 different variations named after each of the Twelve Tribes of Israel.
Raising a glass during or after services isn't strictly an Orthodox phenomenon, says Rabbi Gerald Skolnik, who is president of the Rabbinical Assembly, the umbrella group of Conservative rabbis. Among both Conservative and Orthodox Jews, he has witnessed what he calls "the cult of alcohol on Sabbath morning in shul," which means men leaving even during prayers to have a drink with their buddies. As kosher certifications for wine and spirits have exploded, observant Jews have had access to finer wines—and they have indulged.
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Rabbi Marc Schneier of The Hampton Synagogue in Westhampton, N.Y. 

"Finding a really good Kiddush—that's a blood sport in the Jewish community," says Rabbi Skolnik, who presides at the Forest Hills Jewish Center in Queens, New York City.
Lincoln Square Synagogue on Manhattan's West Side was a mob scene last Saturday as congregants gathered in the elegant new $50 million sanctuary to pray and then descended on the "Gala Kiddush"—an array of gourmet dishes piled high on different table—meant to help draw new members to the institution.
"It is very competitive," says Ora Hamelsdorf, one of two people assigned to oversee the Kiddush.
The Orthodox synagogue's newsletter announced the formation of its own "L'Chaim Club," asking members to contribute $100 for the purchase of liquor. In doing so, the bulletin added, a person can partake of the booze "guilt-free."
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Entrance to the striking, brand new $50 million Lincoln Square Synagogue in New York City.

It wasn't always this way. Traditionally, Kiddush consisted of some "stale sponge cake and Tam-Tam crackers," with a smattering of herring, says Rabbi Schneier. It was a modest interlude, like its Christian counterpart, the church coffee hour.
"Once upon a time, some people went to synagogue to talk to God. Nowadays, more and more people come to see their friends," says Jonathan Sarna, a professor of American Jewish history at Brandeis University. The prayers and sermons "are a distraction. Conviviality goes better with a drink."
Beth Jacob Congregation of Beverly Hills has six different Kiddushes on any given Saturday, corresponding with different services, including one for "young professionals." But the rabbi, Kalman Topp, says the growing trend is to have "breakaway Kiddushes" beyond synagogue walls. These are held in people's homes and typically are men-only, with liquor being a big attraction.
"It usually involves quality whiskey," says Rabbi Topp. "The perception is, the more expensive the bottle, the more prestigious the Kiddush."
In Westhampton, N.Y., Rabbi Schneier's synagogue has private sponsors each week who shell out $7,200 for food and $1,800 or more for the ever-changing bar—which may, incidentally, include rum-based mojitos, Champagne-infused Bellinis and the like. The L'chaim liquor table costs an additional $1,800—so the total can exceed $10,000 for a single Sabbath. Despite the steep cost, there are always eager sponsors, says the rabbi.
Last year in Bal Harbour, one donor made an unusual contribution. Each Friday afternoon, on the eve of the Sabbath, his driver appeared carrying a leather suitcase with a giant 1.75 liter bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue label tucked inside. At the Saturday Kiddush, a special volunteer handed out shot glasses of the $500 scotch. "It went pretty fast," Rabbi Lipskar says.
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Inside the sanctuary of the elegant new Lincoln Square Synagogue building.

Some of the faithful cast a cold eye on such excess. "It is very upsetting. It is not in keeping with Jewish standards of modesty," says Rabbi Tzvi Hersh Weinreb, executive vice president emeritus of the Orthodox Union, an umbrella organization for Orthodox congregations.
Neither does Rabbi Hershel Billet, of Woodmere, N.Y., approve of heavy drinking as a part of synagogue culture. He recalls how, a few years ago, men were getting up and leaving in the middle of his own services. "They'd return drunk, loud. It had to stop," he says.
While he himself likes a glass of fine wine, he decided to ban liquor in the synagogue several years ago. Some members left in protest.
Meanwhile, Kiddush in the Hamptons is shaping up to be more upscale than ever. On a recent evening, Rabbi Schneier and Mr. Fisher brainstormed about the season ahead, which starts on Mother's Day weekend and lasts till Thanksgiving.
"Do you think we could have a Kentucky Derby Kiddush?" Mr. Fisher muses. Some summer residents start the season early by coming to check on their homes. "We could serve mint juleps," he says. The women, he imagines, could don fancy hats.
Write to Lucette Lagnado at lucette.lagnado@wsj.com
A version of this article appeared February 8, 2013, on page A1 in the U.S. edition of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: After These Jewish Prayer Services, Things Come 'To Life' at Open Bar.