Archive for December, 2006

T Ride: “Shit’s Broken.”

Alleysonjenny writes a bizarre and disturbing account of a T ride I wouldn’t’ve wanted to’ve been on:

The doors shut on one of her children, catching him in the door between the train and the platform. AND THE TRAIN TOOK OFF ANYWAY.

More people got on the train and we pulled out headed for JFK UMass station. And just as we hit the curve coming out of the tunnel and towards JFK, the doors between cars? OPENED. And a woman who was standing next to the door with her bike was jolted forward. Luckily she had her bike which blocked the doorway and kept her from tumbling out of the train.

More here. (Thanks to Chris for the tip.)

Boston’s Fourth Gift to the World: Walkability

You can walk there from here. Harvard Med School to the Commons? Kenmore Square to the Harbor? Brattle to the IB? Copley to North End? To Fenway? Jamaica Plain? Complicated to some, it’s a smaller city than you realize when you get the chance to walk it.

A quick compilation of what you might see:

George Washington, Copley, down by the Northend, chuch in Harvard Square, the Charles River, the Gehry building, Commonwealth Ave. Mall, down by the Charles again, the BPL reading room, Fort Awesome, Harvard Square again, and a victory celebration in the North End.

Boston’s Third Gift to the World: Pie

bostoncream.jpgSpecifically, the Boston Cream Pie, which is really a cake not a pie. According to history the first Boston Cream pie was created by Chef at the Parker House.

Here’s the classic recipe from 1879 from the Housekeeping in Old Virginia by Marion Cabell Tyree cookbook.

Boston Cream Cakes:

  • 2 cups of flour
  • 1 1/2 cups of water
  • 1 cup butter
  • 5 eggs

Boil the butter and water together, stir in the flour while boiling; after it is cool, add the eggs, well beaten. Put a large spoonful in muffin rings, and bake twenty minutes in a hot oven.

The cream for them is made as follows: Put over the fire one cup of milk and not quite a cup of sugar, one egg, mixed with three teaspoonfuls of corn starch and one tablespoonful of butter. Boil a few moments only. When cool, add vanilla to the taste.

Open the cakes and fill them with this cream.

Fafnir waxes poetic about the Boston Cream pie

You are haughty and aloof, Boston cream pie and we resent you for it. But we resent you because we love you so. We crave your rich texture and privileged upbringing. We pine for your easy socialite lifestyle and your creamy custard filling. Who does not want in their heart of hearts to be the Boston cream pie?

Yum!

* Photo from Fafnir

Boston’s Second Gift to the World: The Grolier Poetry Bookshop

The Grolier Poetry Bookshop is one of only two “for-profit” bookstores in the country entirely devoted to poetry.1 It’s Boston’s “Second Gift.”

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15,000 books in a single room, the first bookstore in Cambridge to carry Ulysses, and the first store to carry the magazine that gave birth to the L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E movement: who else would have the perpetual chutzpah to be this good? An invaluable resource.

For more: Grolier Poetry’s website, Grolier on wikipedia, and Harvard Mag. on G’s recent change-of-ownership.

1. East coast > West coast, Seattle. You heard us, Open Books.

Boston’s First Gift to the World: Boston Terrier

For the past few days, the Metroblogging sites around the globe have be unveiling seven gifts their cities share with the world – one gift a day for seven days. We’re a little late to the party, but we’ve got plenty of gifts.

I’m kicking off the first gift with a dog – The Boston Terrier.

B-0438.jpgStolen from wikipedia:

The Boston Terrier breed originated around 1870, when Robert C. Hooper of Boston purchased a dog known as Hooper’s Judge, a cross between an English Bulldog and an English White Terrier.

The breed was first shown in Boston in 1870. By 1889 the breed had become sufficiently popular in Boston that fanciers formed the American Bull Terrier Club, but this proposed name for the breed was not well received by the Bull Terrier Fanciers. The breed’s nickname, roundheads, was similarly inappropriate. Shortly after, the breed was named the Boston Terrier after its birthplace.

In 1893, the American Kennel Club (AKC) admitted the Boston Terrier breed and gave the club membership status, making it the first American breed to be recognized. It is one of a small number of breeds to have originated in the United States that it recognizes.

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