Drove over the 16th Street Bridge Saturday evening, as I returned to the city from Ohio.
As I sat at the red light at the end of the bridge I saw this line. That’s a lot of people in line, I thought.
Camera was right there on the passenger seat and the light was red.
I found out why they’re all waiting in line.
Figured it was a restaurant not a concert as the music venue is on the opposite side of the street.
Gaucho Parilla Argentina. a Wood-Fired Grill. 1601 Penn Avenue.
Not sure when they opened but seems everyone else already knew!
P.s. August 27, 2015 An article about The restaurant in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette today Gaucho
Arrived in Ohio this afternoon.
Poor man meatballs (no meat)
‘Twas The Night Before Picklesburgh – 35 Foot Pickle Balloon Tethered to Ninth Street Bridge- Pittsburgh
Pittsburgh is Picklesburgh this weekend. It starts Friday.
There will be a pickle juice drinking contest. Mmmmm. Maybe I can get down there and photograph some of the festivities. Heinz Pickles production
When I saw Picklesburgh listed in the news on the computer tonight, I got in the car (about 10:15) drove downtown and put the flashers on. You couldn’t go on the main part of the bridge itself said the nice security man but I walked along the walkway and took a few photos of the giant pickle balloon at night. I just thought there it would be some “fresh content” and a new topic. I hear there will be pickle cookies to eat. All kinds of pickly treat to sample.
We can discuss dill, spears, sandwich slices, chips, bread and butter or sweet pickles another time.
I like pickle relish in tuna salad. Dill spears.
One summer I made pickles when I visited my brother David in Okanogan WA and they were delicious.
My grandmother’s handwritten pickle recipe is in a wooden box in my kitchen.
Two days of Picklesburgh and celebrating all things pickled.
The city at night is always magical to me.
Ninth Street Bridge.
Security on patrol.
I’d never seen one before today.
A unique baby gift arrived in today’s mail from my dear friend J.
-but sometimes necessary. Started to make a long list of all the reasons leading to this desire and changed my mind.
You fill in the blank _______________________________________________
I’d been thinking about a grilled cheese sandwich for weeks.
“Comfort foods may be consumed to positively pique emotions, to relieve negative psychological effects or to increase positive feelings. The term was first used, according to Webster’s Dictionary, in 1977.” Wikipedia
A topic I study and explore from time to time. Take a poll.
In fact, i asked this question just last December.
I was with a friend on Saturday and we were talking about eating in response to stress.
His choice? a pint of Ben and Jerry’s (i forget which flavor)
It’s a new school year.
Grilled cheese on stove and plate below.
“Comfort food is traditionally eaten food which often provides a nostalgic or sentimental feeling to the person eating it, frequently with a high carbohydrate level and a simple preparation. The nostalgic element most comfort food has, may be specific to either the individual or a specific culture.” Wikipedia
Yes, that is a slice of summer tomato on Laura’s Birthday grilled cheese dinner. I asked her what she would like me to make for her birthday (they were in town for Celeste and Shawn’s wedding weekend)
You can still get great tomatoes. Come January we’ll long for them.
I was at a friend’s house and she made corn for us.
Butter, salt and fresh black pepper.
I think it was the first ear of corn I ate all summer.
Had a half of an ear last Sunday at a Garden Party, but
will savor this photo come fall.
No, not eaten. Made!
I can tell you that it is delicious. Today I was buying walnuts and Amish butter and fresh eggs to make biscotti.
On Tuesday they make ravioli. Mushroom, Imported cheese, artichoke, and many other varieties
Here is Carol in the Groceria Italiana (established 1958) in Bloomfield neighborhood of Pittsburgh.
She is of Irish German descent but is married to an Italian, she told me. Very hospitable and didn’t mind my questions at all.
There is a lovely photograph of Gloria who has passed but who made fresh pasta for years and years using these same machines.
One machine is 27 years old.
Thanks for letting me photograph the process with my iPhone. I will return with my good camera one of these days.
Another machine rolling the dough into strips.
Preparing the strips for the machine.
Here the pasta strips are being cut.
Carol can make 80 pounds of fresh linguine in a day!
More than a decade ago I saw a show narrated by Rick Sebak on PBS about Oram’s Bakery in Beaver Falls, PA. Beaver Falls is about 35 miles Northwest of the city and is on the Beaver River. ( I just looked it up and the show was out in 1999)
Their cinnamon rolls are their most popular donut, and they appeared to be the size of dinner plates. Well, at least a luncheon plate. I am sure each one weighs a half a pound.
I’d always intended to go check them out.
Today I did.
They barely fit in the bakery box.
I bought a seventh cinnamon roll for me to eat for lunch and Josh put it in a white paper bakery bag for me.
Here is Josh graciously posing for me with the box of the donuts. Thank you Josh.
I was going to take the box to Ohio but the car was so hot that when I was at the Beaver Falls Post Office I saw a woman waiting in a car, so I asked her if she liked Oram’s donuts and she said yes so I went to the car and gave her the box. She was most appreciative.
Nicole is constructing boxes to hold donut orders.
Josh and his brother built this LEGO® donut bakery. They sent a design to a company online and they sent the design kit to build, software is involved. It’s on display in the bakery and I found it fascinating.
A lot of details. This is the front of the bakery.
Love the LEGO® donuts
Oh yes, I mentioned that Beaver Falls is Football Hall of Famer Joe Namath‘s hometown so I found the plaque to him by the library(the library is closed on Friday’s :-( ) I drove by the Beaver Falls Senior High School but it is a modern one now and so I figured the old one must be the Middle School next door.
My friend Gail and her parents took me to see the JETS play in the late sixties and you know who the quarterback was in that game!