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stratis-morfogen · 2 years

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Morfogen Makes Statement About Future of NYC With 25K Square Foot Brooklyn Chop House Lease

In the restaurant international, Stratis Morfogen is an iconic name, recognised for his a success ventures which have always been a fave the various new york metropolis and Hamptons maximum discerning eating buyers. Brooklyn Chop house will open a brand new instances rectangular place at 253 W. 47th avenue on Tuesday, September 14th with the reopening of Broadway. This new 25,000 rectangular foot marquee area within the crossroads of the world, comes after their first location (150 Nassau street) inside the coronary heart of the monetary District took the city by typhoon. Owners Robert “Don Pooh” Cummins and Dave Thomas, along side Brooklyn Chop house’s Director of Operations, Stratis Morfogen are excited to convey their crowd-captivating, one-of-a-kind dining revel in to the heart of the huge Apple this summer.

Brooklyn Chop house changed into placed on the culinary map with their dim sum and chops, providing diners the whole thing from selfmade dumplings and noodles, to 35 day dry-aged high steaks and double thick-cut chops. The parade of dumplings is a show in itself with uniquely scrumptious alternatives starting from Pastrami, 1st Baron Beaverbrook Cheeseburger and Philly Cheesesteak, to French Onion Soup, impossible and Gyro, which all get the dumpling remedy. The resounding reaction from those dumplings additionally led to the creation of Brooklyn Dumpling keep, which debuted in the East Village remaining month. Brooklyn Chop house is likewise known for its addictive L.S.D., the precise Surf & Turf aggregate of Salt & Pepper Lobster, Ginger & Garlic Lobster, a Dry aged Porterhouse Steak and an true Peking Duck, additional entrées encompass 35 Day Dry elderly top Steaks consisting of an 18oz ny Strip, 24oz Bone in RibEye, Grilled 16oz Filet Mignon, 32oz Bone In Tomahawk and 48oz Porterhouse for 2 and a 7lb big apple Peking Duck.

This new Brooklyn Chop house location takes over the distance Buffalo Wild Wings once had. It will have room for 575 guests spanning vertically between five tiers, with six personal dining rooms and 3 bars presenting a dozen craft beers on tap. Moreover this expansive vicinity will boast a rooftop called Brooklyn seashore house with a Frozen cocktail bar with a dozen delicious frozen beverages and Frosés at the menu with a hundred and fifty seats and a retractable clear roof on the way to entertain guests rain or shine. Guests can also be able to enjoy the Brooklyn Chop house lawn room, so as to characteristic a second retractable roof.

The eating place will provide accommodations for private events such as wedding receptions, birthdays, and special events. Guests will even have the option to put up their personal private message on Brooklyn Chop house’s massive, vertical exterior jumbotron video sign within the coronary heart of instances rectangular! For VIP visitors there could be non-public entrances and exits to the eating place and its rooftop in addition to Brooklyn Chop house’s subterranean personal eating rooms.

“deals like this are typically handiest available to Fortune 500 corporations due to the fact the landlords ask for tens of millions of bucks up front for lease,” stated Robert “Don Pooh” Cummins, a song exec turned restaurateur as he led this reporter on a excursion of the constructing in advance this month.

The former tenant, publicly traded Buffalo Wild Wings, vacated the gap on the begin of the pandemic, leaving at the back of a $15 million construct-out.

Stratis Morfogen Brooklyn Chop house Stratis Morfogen (picture via Daniel Kwak) “They exceeded in the keys early in the pandemic and just walked away, leaving the entirety in the back of — even loads of bottles within the liquor cabinets and all of the large display screen TVs,” stated Stratis Morfogen, Brooklyn Chop house’s operations director.

BWW also deserted an $850,000 Jumbotron that can be utilized by clients to blast marriage proposals or birthday desires, and with the aid of liquor businesses or other advertisers, Morfogen said.

At the time Brooklyn Chop house started negotiating the deal closing year, times square become a ghost metropolis, he noted. “I’d drive in and be the only individual in times square. The garage in which I parked my car changed into down from 1,800 motors a day to 35.” “Negotiating a deal for the duration of the lockdown became a chance, but that’s when the great deals had been made,” stated James Famularo, president of retail leasing at Meridian Capital institution, who repped each BCH and the owner, Friedland residences. Cummins to begin with rejected a ten-12 months lease offer and ended up with a 20-year lease plus a base rent that was “50 percentage less” than what Buffalo Wild Wings paid, he said. The rent will growth primarily based on revenue, but is capped at a certain point, which Cummins declined to specify.

“All we should do now are beauty changes — like turning the roof right into a Hamptons-in-the-metropolis sort of seashore living room,” said Cummins, who were given his begin running with song icons along with Sean “Diddy” Combs and Mary J. Blige, and is credited with coming across foxy Brown.

“that is a milestone and idea to other black entrepreneurs who need to get into the restaurant commercial enterprise and other groups,” Cummins said.

Brooklyn Chop house first opened a 6,000-rectangular-foot space inside the financial District in 2018. The times square web site turns into its flagship.

Cummins has been within the restaurant enterprise for the reason that 2000. He's one of the first black IHOP franchise owners — with 3 in the city — and he's starting the world’s first turn’d via IHOP, its most up-to-date quick-provider brand, later this summer time at Park road and 23rd.

Further, Cummins is an owner of some other idea, Brooklyn Dumpling save, which changed into based by way of Morfogen. It opened a 1,000-rectangular-foot flagship in the East Village’s St. Marks location last month.

#Stratis Morfogen #Brooklyn Chop House

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worldwrapfederation · 2 years

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Notorious B.I.G.Hologram Draws Backlash

Ever since the 2Pac hologram that graced the Coachella stage with Snoop Dogg, there have been many more attempts at trying to immortalize legends through a hologram. Maybe it was because the 2Pac hologram was kin of the first of its kind, but since then it hasn’t been done just quite as well. Recently, a lifesize Biggie Smalls hologram has appeared in front of the Brooklyn Chop House in Biggie’s hometown of Brooklyn. The hologram sees Biggie in a green Sergio Tacchini sweatsuit, Jordan 1’s and a pair of Versace sunglasses. In this hologram, Big is simply just standing there, moving ver minimally. While this might have been a good idea, especially to celebrate what would have been his 50th birthday, public reaction to the hologram was largely negative, with many believing it was too realistic and others wanting to just let the man rest.

#biggie smalls #brooklyn chop house #world wrap federation

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innercityisolation · 1 year

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tainted-liquor · 7 months

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'Exchange With Me...꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ft. Pavitr Prabhakar

...‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Ingredients: sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles!

TWs: Makeout, Implied that you're not rlly supposed to be kissing pav?

A/N: reader has an unlabelled relationship with pav?

part 2 to 'exchange with me'! You're gonna need to read that first bae lol

It had been 9 months since you gave Pav a tour of Brooklyn, showing him all the hidden hole-in-the-walls and best places to go to get food. As he spent more time around you and your mom, he polished his English in a fascinating amount of time and became more social than before. Admittedly, there were some awkward little bumps in the road regarding you being his 'host', and the occasional lingering stare or two. Or maybe it was how your hugs got tighter...or how your hands tangled themselves together almost every time you were within a foot of each other. But that came with the close proximity and comfortability levels! Shit, you shared the same bathroom, learning the hard way to always shower with the shower curtain fully closed.

These were normal experiences for two people living under the same roof! It came with the package of having a 'stranger' in your house, so you weren't bothered by anything, really. "Pavi, can you pass me the remote?" You asked as flopped down on the couch, hoisted your left leg across the entire couch, and slumped down as comfortably as possible. Pavitr side-eyed you, looking your slouched form up and down before sporting a playful scowl. "Oh, word? So you come into MY HOUSE. USE MY COCONUT OIL-" You began, tone increasing in volume as you laughed with each syllable. "AAAH, I SAID I WAS SORRY!" He yelped, immediately handing you the remote with a loud laugh and an apologetic smile.

"And move over you're taking up the whole room" He joked, picking you up like you weighed nothing and placing you further to the right. "Damn, what the fuck?! You lift?" You gasped. You stared at him with pure shock, and yeah he did have a 'strong' physique, but it was nothing over the top that screamed 'I can casually lift a 122-pound girl with one arm and a tiny bit of willpower'. “Uhh…I guess!” He smiled, immediately returning his attention to the TV without another word and urging you to pick a show. Odd, but that’s fine!

"So what we watchin'? The news, Netflix, random show?" You inquired while surfing through the many applications on the Roku box. "Uhhh...Something random I don't mind" Pav shrugged, throwing the cream-colored couch blanket across his body and fidgeting with his headband. You clicked the random button, watching as 'We Lost Our Human' began to illuminate the dark living room. You weren't really watching the show, instead, you put mini blue butterfly clips in your twin afro puffs while holding a conversation with Pav about different types of food and seltzers, working up an appetite in the process. "D'you wanna go make food? I got like...some ingredients up in the fridge." You shrugged, straightening your posture before scrolling through your phone for an easy recipe.

"Yeah, this show isn't really...that entertaining." Pav shrugged, immediately raising himself up from the couch as he loomed over your phone screen to see what was nearby. "I can make us some soup though!" Pav beamed as he eagerly ran into the kitchen, grabbing various vegetables and herbs, and getting to work immediately. You sat next to the stove on top of the counter, watching his beautiful knife work as he finely chopped up 4 onions. You lifted your knees to your chest, fluffy grippy socks hanging onto the marbled counter as you stared inside the big red pot he currently had on the stove, muttering a tiny "What you bouta make?" Pav smiled to himself, keeping his eyes on his cutting board as while he spoke, "French onion soup! I saw the recipe on TikTok and I wanted to try making it!"

Your eyes widened in amazement and shock, tilting your head to the side. "You can do that?" You asked, watching as he replicated a recipe from absolute memory. He nodded, tossing butter, salt, pepper and a little bit of a maggi cube into the pot along with the onions. You watched the pot intently, letting the gorgeous aroma of aromatics and onions invade your senses while Pavitr watched you. "You're very pretty" Pav blurted, putting his knife down on the cutting board, leaning his head on his hands and admiring your angelic features.

You muttered a bashful 'thank you', beckoning him to come closer before you began making little braids in his hair. There was no noise other than the quiet sizzle of the caramelizing onions, and your synced heartbeats. You ran your hands down his face, cupping his cheeks in your palms and giving them a small squeeze before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. Pav giggled, cute little canines poking out of his grin as he snapped his eyes shut at the ticklish sensation. He mirrored your action, kissing your 'third eye' and pecking at the tip of your nose.

You spent the next 15 minutes in the kitchen, consistently checking on the slow-cooked onions and bantering back and forth. It was adorable. The atmosphere was full of that warm and fuzzy 'home' sensation and somehow felt like the world around you didn't exist outside of the blissful comfort of the kitchen. You helped him the rest of the way with the soup, adding the beef broth and red cooking wine to the mix and letting the pot simmer for an hour or so. Pav suddenly broke the silence as he peered over the lid, watching the condensation cloud the glass cover.

It was peaceful, and that's how you liked your humble home to stay. There was no real confirmation, and you liked it like that for the most part. While things were slightly more complicated due to you being Pav's host, that didn't necessarily stop you two from wrapping your arms around each other and coating your faces in small kisses. This time was different though. Your hands were loosely wrapped around his neck while his hands found purchase on the small of your back. There was a consistent rhythm and pattern to the kiss that you found yourselves trapped in. The soup was long forgotten on the stove as you giggled into each other's mouths like children.

"I think I'm gonna stay in Brooklyn!"

"Pav I think you should check on the soup."

"OH!"

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ohworm-writes · 11 months

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“Uh - fireman schlatt”

BITCH I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH SUDNRUJSNDJEJDNDJEJJDJ

ELABORATE. I BEG. I WILL GIVE YOU A SMOOCH! TWO SMOOCHES!!!

I mean, if you insist… 🤭😋

Fireman Schlatt who, when he eventually decided to drop out of college and to an extent the field of computer science, didn’t know what careers he could consider.

Fireman Schlatt who decided “ah, what the hell” and went to one of those job fairs and, lo and behold, the fire department was there, passing out pamphlets and whatnot.

Fireman Schlatt who became so enthralled after learning and listening about what being a firefighter is like that it kept him up at night just thinking about it.

Fireman Schlatt who excessively researched training regimens and went over past exams about a million and one times that he might need to know if (read: when) he becomes a fireman.

Fireman Schlatt who, although he had to wait another year and a half to even begin the process of truly becoming a fireman, spent all of his time studying, training- or doing both!

Fireman Schlatt who passes both his physical and written exams with ease, as well as his medical, psychological, drugs and background tests/checks, and you best believe that he’s breaking with pride about it.

Fireman Schlatt who finally- finally graduates from the Fire Academy and cries, screams and loses his mind with joy, feeling so fucking accomplished by everything he’s done and all the steps he’s taken since to reach his goal.

Fireman Schlatt, who hangs up his black and yellow striped suit in the Ladder 131 house, which is, of course and akin to him, located in Brooklyn.

Fireman Schlatt, who has the absolute pleasure of working with a few of him buddies in the firehouse, sharing stories and messing around with eachother like brothers.

Fireman Schlatt, who gets so many people trying desperately to flirt with him and get his number, but he brushes it all of like it’s nothing.

Fireman Schlatt, who swears up and down that his mutton chops make him fit the rugged look that this job typically sports.

Fireman Schlatt, who, when he’s not either working hard in the field as a fireman or playing with his two feline companions that love to lay around the firehouse like lazy sacks of potatoes, spends his free time working out, preparing himself for whatever situation is to come.

Fireman Schlatt, who is nearly always the first to a scene, a silent giant who puts his all into protecting his community and making sure everyone, no matter who they are, are safe in the community he helps work to protect.

Fireman Schlatt, who has to many burns, scars, buts and bruises than he can count, but kids and adults alike adore him and his presence, and can always rely on him to take a ride in the truck and wear his helmet, should they ever ask.

Fireman Schlatt, who is so unbelievably proud of his job and place in the community, and feels so lucky that he was ever given the opportunity to work in a field like it.

#Sorry I went a little crazy #Just general stuff for right now #If you want x reader and romantic stuff just send in another ask #I’m happy to divulge 🤭#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt #schlatt #firefighter jschlatt #firefighter!jschlatt #fireman jschlatt #fireman!jschlatt #fireman!schlatt #fireman schlatt #firefighter!schlatt #firefighter schlatt

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longlistshort · 22 days

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Sarah Meyohas, “Interference #19”, 2023, Holograms, mirrored black glass, aluminum

Georgia O’Keeffe, “Poppy”, 1927, Oil on canvas

Francis Picabia “The Church of Montigny, Effect of Sunlight” 1908, Oil on canvas (left); Christian Sampson “Projection Painting”, 2023, Acrylic and films with LED light; and Claude Monet “The Houses of Parliament, Effect of Fog, London” 1904, Oil on canvas (right)

The Nature of Art exhibition at the Museum of Fine Arts St. Petersburg merges art from the museum’s collection with loaned works to explore- “art’s crucial role in our evolving quest to understand our relationship with nature and our place in the cosmos”.

One of the benefits of an encyclopedic museum is that visitors have the opportunity to experience art throughout history, and to revisit works that resonate with them. For the section titled Artist as Curator, Sarah Meyohas and Christian Sampson chose pieces from the museum’s collection to pair with their own work.

From the museum-

At first glance, perhaps, these may seem like unusual combinations, but upon deeper contemplation, their selections reveal complementary artistic intents. For instance, Meyohas and Georgia O’Keeffe share an interest in close looking, particularly in finding new ways to examine underappreciated aspects of the natural world. Sampson, influenced by the California Light and Space Movement, is interested in current scholarship that suggests the hazy fog found in Claude Monet’s work is an early depiction of air pollution, offering an entirely new perspective on the artist’s representations of light.

Sampson also created the four-part installation, Tempus volat, hora fugit, on view until 2025 at the museum.

Below are some of the works from additional sections of the exhibition.

Postcommodity, “kinaypikowiyâs”, 2021, Four 30.5-metre industrial debris booms

Postcommodity is an interdisciplinary art collective comprised of Cristóbal Martínez (Genizaro, Manito, Xicano), and Kade L. Twist (Cherokee).

About Postcommodity’s work, kinaypikowiyâs, (seen above) from the museum-

This work is composed of debris booms, used to catch and hold environmental contaminants such as garbage, oil, and chemicals. The colors of the booms correspond to different types of threats— red (flammable), yellow (radioactive), blue (dangerous), and white (poisonous)-in the labeling system for hazardous materials. To indigenous peoples, these are shared medicine colors that carry knowledge, purpose and meaning throughout the Western Hemisphere. Suspended like hung meat, the booms represent a snake that has been chopped into four parts. Each part represents an area of the colonial map of the Western Hemisphere: South America, Central America, North America, and all of the surrounding islands. The title, kinaypikowiyâs, is a Plains Cree word, meaning snake meat. Divided by borders, Postcommodity asserts that all people living in the Americas are riding on the back of this snake.

James Casebere, “Landscape with Houses (Dutchess County, NY), 2009, Archival pigment print mounted to Dibond

James Casebere creates architecturally based models for the large scale photographs seen above.

Duke Riley's Reclaimed ocean plastic sculptures and “Tidal Fool” wallpaper

Duke Riley’s work, which was previously shown at Brooklyn Museum, addresses issues of environmental pollution by using discarded plastics found in the ocean and other waterways to create new work inspired by the past. You can hear him discuss his work in this video.

From the museum-

Inspired by the maritime museum displays he saw while a child growing up in New England, Riley’s scrimshaw series is a cutting observation of capitalist economies-historic and today-that endanger sea life. The sculptures were created for the fictional Poly S. Tyrene Memorial Maritime Museum, and are contemporary versions of sailors’ scrimshaw, or delicately ink-etched whale teeth and bone. Riley first thought about using plastic as an ode to scrimshaw when he saw what he thought was a whale bone washed up on the beach in Rhode Island; it turned out to be the white handle of a deck brush. Riley regularly removes trash from beaches and waterways, and often uses this refuse in his work.

Riley collaborated with Brooklyn-based Flavor Paper to create these two custom wallpapers for his solo exhibition DEATH TO THE LIVING, Long Live Trash at the Brooklyn Museum. Tidal Fool exhibits Riley’s trademark humor in the face of devastating water pollution; notice the Colt 45-guzzling mermaid. Wall Bait vibrantly references Riley’s meticulous fishing lures, which he crafts from refuse found in the waters around New York City.

Daniel Lind-Ramos,"Centinelas de la luna nueva (Sentinels of the New Moon)", 2022-2023, Mixed media

From the museum about this work-

In Centinelas de la luna nueva, he evokes the elders of the mangroves, spiritual beings who watch over and ensure the health of this essential coastal tree. Mangroves are the basis for a complex ecosystem that shelters sea life and serves as the first line of defense in the tropical storms that batter the sub-tropics -including Florida.

Lind-Ramos's practice reflects the vibrant culture of his native Loíza, Puerto Rico, by honoring local agriculture, fishing, cooking, and masquerade. His sculptures also evoke Hurricane Maria (2017), the COVID-19 pandemic, and ongoing environmental degradation. Lind-Ramos is committed to the survival and sustenance of Afro-Taíno traditions and people of the Puerto Rican archipelago. However, his art engages the global community through shared emotions, parallel histories, and the commonality of human experience.

The next post will discuss two other artists in the exhibition, Brookhart Jonquil and Janaina Tschäpe.

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trenchcoatsandtimetravel · 1 year

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Fireplace

The house Steve and Bucky buy for their retirement has a big old fireplace with a stone mantelpiece that gets filled with photos of their friends and found family.

There's a woodshed in the garden that they keep stocked with firewood (Steve tries to impress Bucky with his tearing a log in half trick, but Bucky one ups him by chopping single handedly through a log with his metal arm).

They light the fire whenever it's even slightly cold at night and sit by it, with Bucky reading aloud, his head in Steve's lap and Steve's hand carding through his hair.

The smell of woodsmoke reminds them of their days with the howling commandos and they swap their memories of playing poker by firelight, remembering how Steve swept the pot the first few times they played because none of the howlies expected Steve to lie, and Bucky had played along with thr rouse; learning dirty French slang from Dernier; listening to Dum Dum's terrible jokes.

Neither of them are the same person they were back then, but then neither were those versions of themselves the same as the ones who shipped out from Brooklyn. They know that. They know they have each other. And they know they'll be together until the end of the line, and that's all that matters.

(More domestic stucky headcanons)

#Stevebucky #Stucky #stucky headcanon #stevebucky headcanons #stuckydomesticheadcanons

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Hey Steve and Stella, is there a certain thing that either of you do when eating a specific food that's kind of weird? Love you guys 🥰

“Aw love you too. Hmm, that’s a tough question to answer. When I am eating anything like oatmeal, I need to have fruits and a nice cup of coffee before I do. But I need to add frozen blueberries with raisins in my oatmeal and put it all in the microwave. I can make on the stove but still, sometimes I like there too. But the weird part is that I have to do it all at once during the night, have my phone plugged in and my headphones on..and Stella knows if she distracts me before or while I’m eating, she will not be sleeping with me.”

“Not true! For some reason, it’s like you can’t talk to Steve before or while he’s eating, then we will become an official enemy number one of the house. He will relax afterwards but it’s not a good vibe for a hot minute, as for me…hmm, I don’t think I have a werid habit for eating—”

“You need to have plantains with all your home cooked meals. Don’t lie, we know this. If it’s chicken with rice you need to fry some plantains, if it’s ham with rice you will fry some plantains too. There are plenty of recipes you don’t add it but if we have them in the house, you will toss a few on both of our plates.”

“Oh shut up you loved them. You used to chop up some bananas when you were a kid in Brooklyn on every single occasion your mom made lunch, it’s not anything different. Besides, every single time I make them, you are always asking for more! If it was up to you, you would have a small plate of them for lunch everyday with something on the side.”

“I won’t confirm nor deny that statements.”

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Stella’s cooking pretty nice haha

Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @rooster-84 @rickb-chaos @gaminggirlsstuff @sherloquestea @gcthvile @cherrysft and etc

#answered asks #ask the super spouses #askstevella #he's such a dork #she’s so silly #habits #eating habits

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psychohazardous · 2 months

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Rumplestiltskin by Anne Sexton

From Transformations, published 1971

Inside many of us

is a small old man

who wants to get out.

No bigger than a two-year-old

whom you'd call lamb chop

yet this one is old and malformed.

His head is okay

but the rest of him wasn't Sanforized?

He is a monster of despair.

He is all decay.

He speaks up as tiny as an earphone

with Truman's asexual voice:

I am your dwarf.

I am the enemy within.

I am the boss of your dreams.

No. I am not the law in your mind,

the grandfather of watchfulness.

I am the law of your members,

the kindred of blackness and impulse.

See. Your hand shakes.

It is not palsy or booze.

It is your Doppelganger

trying to get out.

Beware . . . Beware . . .

There once was a miller

with a daughter as lovely as a grape.

He told the king that she could

spin gold out of common straw.

The king summoned the girl

and locked her in a room full of straw

and told her to spin it into gold

or she would die like a criminal.

Poor grape with no one to pick.

Luscious and round and sleek.

Poor thing.

To die and never see Brooklyn.

She wept,

of course, huge aquamarine tears.

The door opened and in popped a dwarf.

He was as ugly as a wart.

Little thing, what are you? she cried.

With his tiny no-sex voice he replied:

I am a dwarf.

I have been exhibited on Bond Street

and no child will ever call me Papa.

I have no private life.

If I'm in my cups the whole town knows by breakfast

and no child will ever call me Papa

I am eighteen inches high.

I am no bigger than a partridge.

I am your evil eye

and no child will ever call me Papa.

Stop this Papa foolishness,

she cried. Can you perhaps

spin straw into gold?

Yes indeed, he said,

that I can do.

He spun the straw into gold

and she gave him her necklace

as a small reward.

When the king saw what she had done

he put her in a bigger room of straw

and threatened death once more.

Again she cried.

Again the dwarf came.

Again he spun the straw into gold.

She gave him her ring

as a small reward.

The king put her in an even bigger room

but this time he promised

to marry her if she succeeded.

Again she cried.

Again the dwarf came.

But she had nothing to give him.

Without a reward the dwarf would not spin.

He was on the scent of something bigger.

He was a regular bird dog.

Give me your first-born

and I will spin.

She thought: Piffle!

He is a silly little man.

And so she agreed.

So he did the trick.

Gold as good as Fort Knox.

The king married her

and within a year

a son was born.

He was like most new babies,

as ugly as an artichoke

but the queen thought him in pearl.

She gave him her dumb lactation,

delicate, trembling, hidden,

warm, etc.

And then the dwarf appeared

to claim his prize.

Indeed! I have become a papa!

cried the little man.

She offered him all the kingdom

but he wanted only this -

a living thing

to call his own.

And being mortal

who can blame him?

The queen cried two pails of sea water.

She was as persistent

as a Jehovah's Witness.

And the dwarf took pity.

He said: I will give you

three days to guess my name

and if you cannot do it

I will collect your child.

The queen sent messengers

throughout the land to find names

of the most unusual sort.

When he appeared the next day

she asked: Melchior?

Balthazar?

But each time the dwarf replied:

No! No! That's not my name.

The next day she asked:

Spindleshanks? Spiderlegs?

But it was still no-no.

On the third day the messenger

came back with a strange story.

He told her:

As I came around the corner of the wood

where the fox says good night to the hare

I saw a little house with a fire

burning in front of it.

Around that fire a ridiculous little man

was leaping on one leg and singing:

Today I bake.

Tomorrow I brew my beer.

The next day the queen's only child will be mine.

Not even the census taker knows

that Rumpelstiltskin is my name . . .

The queen was delighted.

She had the name!

Her breath blew bubbles.

When the dwarf returned

she called out:

Is your name by any chance Rumpelstiltskin?

He cried: The devil told you that!

He stamped his right foot into the ground

and sank in up to his waist.

Then he tore himself in two.

Somewhat like a split broiler.

He laid his two sides down on the floor,

one part soft as a woman,

one part a barbed hook,

one part papa,

one part Doppelganger

#poetry #anne sexton #personal faves #fairy tales #rumplestiltskin

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abramsbooks · 1 year

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RECIPE: Lamb Wontons (from Win Son Presents A Taiwanese American Cookbook by Josh Ku, Trigg Brown and Cathy Erway)

One time Trigg’s friend Julia Sung was in the kitchen at Win Son and she shared this game her family plays every Lunar New Year. They make wontons and stash a whole peanut inside one wonton. The person who finds the wonton with the peanut gets an extra fat hongbao, or red envelope stuffed with money. The catch? If you accidentally eat the peanut, you get nothing.

We once held this contest in our restaurant where we put a peanut in one of our wontons and would buy the dinner for the winning customer. It’s tricky, though, since people have peanut allergies, so we had to warn everyone who ordered wontons and anyone with the allergy was obviously disqualified. We forget who won, but it was hilarious.

Though wontons are most commonly filled with pork, or a combo of pork and shrimp, these are made with an unconventional lamb filling, which is spiced up with cumin and coriander. It’s served on a bed of labneh and you can add chili oil at your own discretion. This makes for a fun twist on a familiar dish that never gets old.

INGREDIENTS

1 pound (455 g) ground lamb

1 tablespoon grated fresh ginger

1 tablespoon grated garlic

2 teaspoons red chile flakes, such as gochugaru or Sichuan chile flakes

½ teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon toasted white sesame seeds

1 teaspoon toasted sesame oil

1 tablespoon light soy sauce

2 teaspoons rice wine, preferably Taiwanese, or use Shaoxing rice wine as a substitute

1 heaping cup (45 g) packed flat chives or 4 large scallions, chopped

1 pack square yellow wonton wrappers (about 50)

2 teaspoons cumin seeds, for dusting (optional)

1 cup (240 ml) labneh

1 cup (240 ml) Sweet Soy Dipping Sauce (as featured in the book)

House Chili Oil (as featured in the book) or your favorite chili oil, such as Lao Gan Ma Spicy Chili Crisp (optional)

1 cup (16 g) chopped fresh cilantro leaves and tender stems (optional)

2 teaspoons “Lamb” Spice Mix (as featured in the book)

Fold together the lamb, ginger, garlic, chile flakes, salt, sesame seeds, sesame oil, soy sauce, rice wine, and chives (do not overmix). Marinate in the refrigerator overnight, or for up to 2 days.

To make a wonton, place a wrapper in a diamond shape on your palm. Place about 1 teaspoon of the filling horizontally along the lower half of a wrapper. Dip your finger in water and trace the sides of the wrapper to wet it; wet a line just above the center of the wrapper. Fold the bottom edge over the filling and seal along the sides, and at the top, leaving about ½ inch (12 mm) of the wrapper at the top edge. Be sure to seal the edges securely shut, and try to squeeze out any air pockets. Wet the corners of both bottom edges of the wrapper, and twist them backward to meet. Pinch where they meet to seal the wrapper there. Repeat with the rest of the filling and wrappers.

As you fold the wontons, place them on a lightly floured surface such as a sheet pan. Freeze if not using immediately; the wontons can be boiled from frozen without thawing.

Bring a large pot of water to a boil. Drop in the wontons in batches (according to however many you’re serving) so as not to overcrowd the pot. Cook for about 6 minutes, until they float and the skins are translucent. Carefully remove the wontons with a slotted spoon or spider and transfer to a bowl.

Using the back of a spoon, spread the labneh on a platter to serve family-style. Arrange the boiled wontons on top. Sprinkle with the cumin seeds, Sweet Soy Dipping Sauce, and the chili oil, if using, and finish with the chopped cilantro and “Lamb” Spice Mix.

A modern, brashly flavorful guide to cooking Taiwanese-American food, from Brooklyn’s lauded Win Son, Win Son Bakery, and Cathy Erway, celebrated writer and expert on the cuisine

Josh Ku, born in Queens to parents from southern Taiwan, and Trigg Brown, a native Virginian whose mentor was a Taiwanese-American chef, forged a friendship over food—specifically, excellent tsang ying tou, or "flies’ head," a dish of chopped budding chives kissed with pork fat. Their obsession with Taiwanese food and culture propelled them to open Win Son together in 2016. The East Williamsburg restaurant quickly established itself as a destination and often incurs long waits for their vibrant and flavorful Taiwanese-American cuisine.

Ku and Brown have teamed up with Cathy Erway, Taiwanese food expert and celebrated writer, to create this book which explores and celebrates the cuisine of Taiwan and its ever-simmering pot of creative influences. Told through the eyes, taste buds, travels, and busy lives of Ku, Brown, and Erway, this book brings the cuisine of this misunderstood island nation into the spotlight. With 100 creative, yet accessible recipes, this book will unravel the history of this diaspora cuisine. While featuring classic dishes and well-known favorites, this cookbook also stretches this cuisine's definition, introducing new dishes with brazen twists that are fun, flavorful, and decidedly American-born in style.

For more information, click here.

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Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 13: Set Up

I woke up the next day to a text from Kitty, inviting me over for breakfast. I couldn’t help but shake my head – I knew I was going to be asked some questions about last night if I went. But I figured how good their food tend to be outweighed the embarrassment I would have to go through. So, I took her up on the offer.

When I got to their apartment, the table was already set. I took a seat next to Craig, who was seated across from Scott and Kitty. I saw the knowing smiles on their faces. But they had the decency to wait until we started eating. With some prodding from Kitty, I told them everything – how MJ and I were just walking for a bit, about how I got the idea to go to Red Hook to get Big E Style chopped cheeses, how we went to Brooklyn Bridge Park to eat, and how MJ basically read me like a book as I lay my head on her shoulder.

“I told you it was a date,” Kitty teased with a smug look on her face.

“Yeah, yeah,” I replied, rolling my eyes. I still wasn’t sold on it being a date. After all, friends could go on little adventures and take a moment to be real with each other, right? But whether it was a date or a hangout between friends, it was a memory that I was going to cherish forever.

So, semantics, I suppose.

“I’m happy you had a great time last night,” Scott remarked. “So does this mean you’re going to pursue MJ again? I think it’s pretty clear that there is mutual affection there.”

I grinned. “Do you think so?”

“My dude,” Craig cut in, giving me a look of slight exasperation. “You convinced her to go all the way to Red Hook with you for a food adventure. Y’all had dinner in a park underneath the night sky. She had you laying your head on her shoulder while she played with your hair. And she wants you to open up more to her so she can take care of you.” He brought his hands up as he turned away slightly. “Now maybe, MAAAAAAAAAAAAYBE, she wants to be good friends with you.” He then turned his head towards me as he lowered his arms and smiled. “But I think there’s a good chance that Scott is right.”

“I second all of that,” Kitty said. She then wrinkled her nose. “A girl has to be really interested in you if you convinced her to go all the way to Red Hook for that monstrosity. Seriously, Peter. Chopped Cheese with Booty O’s in it?”

“Oh don’t you dare be sour!” Craig and I exclaimed in unison. We looked at each other then laughed. Kitty rolled her eyes at us. Meanwhile, Scott smiled in amusement as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Well, I wish you luck,” Scott said after he lowered his mug. He then paused. “…But there’s also the matter of… you know.”

I nodded. “I know,” I said. “…I decided I’m going to tell them. I don’t know when, where, or how yet. But I’m going to tell them. They deserve to know. And if there’s even the slightest chance of MJ and I being together again, she needs to know the truth.” Scott looked at me for a moment. Briefly, just briefly, I saw a flash of red behind his glasses. He then smiled slightly.

“You’re growing, Peter,” he said. He chuckled quietly. “If you need any help with that, just let us know, and we’ll help you think of something." I nodded at him. There was a good chance I’d take him up on the offer.

After that, I turned towards Craig. “So, are you still down to go suit shopping? Ned won’t be available this weekend, but he’s open next weekend.”

“Probably for the best,” Craig replied. “I got to handle something on Saturday night before I head off to work.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just got tipped off to a stash house in Vinegar Hill. It’s this old warehouse. From what I was told, a big time Fentanyl pusher from Harlem is keeping his stuff there. So I’m going to scope it out and see if I can destroy any drugs there, as well as take any cash that might be there.”

“You need any back up?”

Craig paused for a moment. He then shrugged. “I’m never opposed to Spider-Man having my back. I’ll hit you up and give you the location when I’m on my way, a’ight?”

“Sounds good.”

The rest of the day went by as normal for the most part. I checked e-mails for assignments from The Daily Bugle. I went to class and took notes. And then I headed over to Peter Pan.

I hung out with MJ and Ned in the coffee shop until it was time for us to head to St. James Theatre to watch American Idiot. We met Betty, Kitty, and Craig over there and ended up with the same seats as before. Fortunately, there were no criminals rushing in during intermission. Speaking of intermission, I didn’t have to go to the lobby to pull myself together. When Boulevard of Broken Dreams was being performed, I did start to unravel. Much to my surprise, however, MJ grabbed hold of my hand. I looked at her. She kept on looking forward, singing along. After a few moments, I smiled and gave her hand a subtle squeeze before I brought my attention back on the show, singing along without the lyrics getting to me. From the corner of my eye, I could see Kitty and Craig smiling at me like a brother and sister proud of their younger sibling.

After the show, we went to get ice cream and just shot the breeze. Then we all squeezed together into Kitty’s car before we were all dropped off home. During the car ride, everyone teased MJ and I about our date. It went on like that for a while before MJ slyly asked about Kitty’s and Craig’s dating life. Both of them agreed that a change in subject was in order.

When I got home, I took some time to chat with my fellow American Idiots about random things. Eventually, I called it a night before I went out on patrol. As swung through the city, I had a huge smile underneath mask. Things were looking up.

That should have been a sign that things were about to take a downturn.

Saturday night rolled around. I started my nightly patrol early to get myself warmed up for tonight. As I waited for Craig’s call, I stopped a few robberies and got a cat out of a tree. I know the latter act didn’t seem like much, but being a Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man meant helping out with the little neighborhood problems. Once I got the call from Craig, and after he sent me his location, I swung over to Brooklyn. As I moved through Brooklyn, I looked down at Brooklyn Bridge Park and smiled fondly.

“That night was awesome,” I said to myself.

Sometime later, I saw Craig standing in an alleyway. I cut my line and landed on the dumpster next to him, startling him a bit.

“You sure know how to make an entrance, Spidey,” Craig said after taking a deep breath to calm himself.

“When your main mode of travel consists of swinging around like an Uncharted multiplayer character, making an entrance is practically required,” I quipped.

Craig nodded as he put his hood up. “You’re not wrong.” He pulled his mask down. I looked at his outfit, seeing that he was in all black. He then looked at me as I dismounted the dumpster. “You know, I been thinking… you might need a quick change outfit of your own.”

“It crossed my mind a few times.” I looked down at my suit. “I probably could’ve used it in Europe when Mysterio popped up.” I was reminded of when I had to grab this half mask to disguise myself when I thought I was helping Mysterio fight off a water monster. Looking back on it, it was a stupid disguise. I was still wearing my civilian clothes. It was a good thing my classmates ran for it.

“Yeah,” Craig said in agreement. He then jerked his head in a direction, prompting me look across the street at a grey warehouse. “This is what we’re hitting. According to my source, this is the stash house I was telling you about the day before.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“We break in and search the place. Any drugs we find, we destroy it. And if there’s any cash, we walk away with it. We’ll keep half of it, and give the rest to F.E.A.S.T.” I looked at him when he said that. He looked back at me, and I had a feeling he was smiling. “I think your aunt would have appreciated it.”

“You’re right,” I said. “…Thanks.”

“Hey man, it’s what we do, right?” He looked out towards the warehouse. “Okay, we’re doing codenames from here on out. Let me work on the door. Be my look out. Once I get the door open, we’ll head inside and start looking. Sounds good?”

“Yeah it does.”

“A’ight – let’s do this.”

He walked out of the alleyway and crossed the street, making sure to look both ways for any incoming cars. During this, I walked to the nearest wall before I climbed it. I quickly made my way up to the roof. After that, I walked up to the edge of the roof closest to the warehouse. I shot a strand of webbing towards the wall of the warehouse before I used it to pull me towards it. I zipped through the air before I landed on the wall. I crawled up onto the roof and stood perched on the corner, keeping my head on a swivel. During this, Frictor was working on the door, picking the lock with a pair of tools. After about half a minute, he managed to get the door unlocked before he opened the door. He looked up at me and beckoned me to come down. I nodded before I jumped on the roof and landed in a three point stance.

“That don’t hurt your knees?” he asked.

“Surprisingly no,” I responded with a shrug. “Shall we go in?”

Frictor nodded as he stepped aside, allowing me to go first. Once I entered, he stepped right in and closed the door behind him. As he did so, I looked around the spot. Frictor walked up to my left side.

“…What the heck?” he muttered out.

The place was empty. As a matter of fact, the place looked sterile. The air smelled of cleaning chemicals. I looked towards the right at the loading/parking bay. There wasn’t even an oil stain on the ground. Frictor walked deeper in the warehouse, looking around. I walked after him. I grabbed the bottom of my mask and pulled it up just enough to expose my nose. I took in a deep breath. I smelled more chemicals – bleach, ammonia, amongst other things. The floors were not only clean, but polished to the point where I was sure I could see a fuzzy reflection of myself if the lights were on. They must’ve been waxed.

“…Was my source wrong?” Frictor asked as he looked around.

“No,” I replied. “I think whoever this stash house belongs to was tipped off. This place was scrubbed down before we got here.” I pulled down my mask. “The whole place smells of cleaning chemicals. It looks like everything’s been scrubbed. Even the floor is buffed and waxed.”

“Dang it.” Frictor shook his head before he turned towards me. “It looks like we got bad luck tonight. I’m sorry, Spider-Man.”

“Hey, no worries. No one bats a thousand, right?”

“Right.” Frictor sighed. He looked around the place once more, as if he hoped that, by some miracle, something would stick out to him that would made breaking in worth it. “A’ight, well let’s head out before we get caught.”

The two of us walked out of the warehouse. Frictor had the courtesy to pick the lock to relock the door. He sighed and shook his head. “So much for that.” He then turned and began to walk across the street. I was about to follow him until I heard the sound of an approaching helicopter. I ignored it at first. But then the sound became gradually louder. I looked up at the sky to see the chopper gradually coming to a stop overhead. Frictor was halfway across the street when he stopped in his tracks. The helicopter being there was already odd enough. But then I read the words on the side of it.

Daily Bugle.

It was at this moment I felt an intense feeling up my spine and had a buzz in my head that just as intense. I felt my skin tighten – I knew that I had goosebumps all over my body. There was a major threat. But I couldn’t figure out why my powers would go off with the Daily Bugle chopper…

Underneath my mask, my eyes went wide as I remembered the press conference earlier in the week.

“Three days’ time,” I muttered in realization. I then looked towards Frictor and yelled. “FRICTOR, GET OUT OF THERE!!!”

He looked towards me and tilted his head in confusion.

And that was when it happened.

The pavement behind Frictor erupted. Frictor himself stumbled forward before he turned around and backpedaled quickly. I quickly moved to his side. I was going to check to see if he was okay until I saw what was coming out of the hole.

“What the fuck?!” Frictor and I said in unison.

Out from underground was a tall muscular man that had to be at least seven feet. He was wearing a green and black armored suit that covered most of his body. Over his head was a green domed helmet that only left his mouth exposed, as he even his chin seemed to have some bit of armor covering it. The helmet also had orange lenses for his eyes. His hands seemed to each have two fingers and a thumb, each of the digits clawed. His feet each had two clawed toes. But the most striking thing about him was a metallic tail that curved above his head and ended with a large stinger. Much like…

“A scorpion,” I muttered out. Frictor glanced at me briefly before looking back at him.

“…I was really banking on Justin Hammer bluffing,” he groaned. “I was set up and I dragged you into this trap. Can this night get any worse?”

“Good evening, you two,” the tall man said in a voice that sounded very familiar.

“Hello,” I greeted, waving casually at him. “I see you were going for a stroll underground. How’s the weather down there?”

“…Really, Spidey?” Frictor deadpanned.

“What? I like to be polite.”

“Oh now you want to be polite?” the scorpion-like man spat. “Justin Hammer gave you three days to submit to The Accords or retire, and how do you respond? You can continue with your unlawful vigilante activities with no remorse. That’s far from polite. If nothing else, it’s blatant disrespect.”

“And what’s it to you?”

“I’m the scorpion that Justin Hammer warned you about.” The man stepped forward. I dropped into a three point stance as Frictor brought his hands up, ready to fight. “And I’m also acting under the authority of The Sokovia Accords. But I’m giving you two one last chance to either surrender to The Accords or quit right now. If not, I’ll be forced to take you down.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Scorpion, sir, but I’m going to have to warn you that this is not the fight you want,” I replied in a very serious tone. “There’s two of us and one of you, and I sincerely don’t like your odds.

“Scorpion” sighed as he shook his head. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” That was when he quickly leaned forward and the stinger of the tail short downward towards us. Frictor and I parted as we jumped away from our previous spots in opposite directions at the last second. The stinger came down on the spot that we were previously occupying, turning it into a small crater.

“Well, looks tonight is about to be fun,” Frictor quipped as he cracked his neck. “You ready, Spidey?”

“I’m ready,” I replied. As the scorpion man with drew his tail, I moved into a crouch as Frictor took up a fighting stance.

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MARY’S LAMB

1908

Mary’s Lamb is a three-act presentation written, composed, produced, directed, and starring Richard Carle. It is based on the French play Madame Mongodin by Ernest Blum and Raoul Roché, featuring musical contributions by Robert Hood Bowers, and H.L. Heartz.

An English language production of Madame Mongodin in London was titled Mrs. Ponderbury’s Past.

Set in Haverstraw New York, it is the story of Leander Lamb, henpecked husband of shrewish Mary Lamb, and how he sets out to become master of his house and his own fate. In a burst of enthusiasm, Leander makes an appointment with a retired actress in an artist's studio, where the two are observed by Lamb's wife!

The American version premiered on October 28, 1907 at Philadelphia’s Walnut Street Theatre starring popular comic Harry Conor. It was teamed with another play by Carle The Spring Chicken, starring Carle himself. This led to many critics joking about barnyard animals and menu fare.

“The Philadelphia critics have been cutting it into mutton chops the past week.” ~ DAVENPORT DAILY TIMES

None the less, the panned production moved on to Trenton, Brooklyn, Hartford, Burlington, Buffalo, and even Canada, where audiences seemed to be enjoying themselves, while critics carped.

"It was something of a warmed-over dish, for the theme treated of was the old one which has done service for a generation or more: the henpecked husband, who, having learned something of his wife's past, turns the tables on her and becomes master.” ~ BROOKLYN CITIZEN

"It's like a Charlotte Russe; little in it, but pleasant." ~ A Brooklyn Theatre-Goer

This startling item appeared on December 8, 1907, but it would prove only partly true. The production itself was shelved, true, but the play would live again. This time starring Carle himself. And in Atlantic City.

In mid-February 1908, Carle finished-up The Spring Chicken and went back to New York to begin rehearsing his new production of Mary’s Lamb.

The new Lamb would have its debut on March 3rd in Columbus OH. The number of musical numbers went from four to sixteen! The piece was now a full-fledged musical comedy.

“Richard Carle... is the saving grace of ‘Mary's Lamb,’ the musical farce in which he has Just opened a month's engagement at the Illinois theater. He ought to be, for he created it, book, lyrics, score, and chorus effects. Yet it is not Mr. Carle's authorship, but his merit as a comedian, that carries the thing off. When he Is not on the stage the entertainment is limp and devoid of originality.” ~ CHARLES W. COLLINS

“Richard Carle is said to have made ‘Mary’s Lamb’ fully as Frenchy as ‘The Spring Chicken.’ Some bits of it are declared to be daring if not nauseating.” ~ TIMES-DEMOCRAT

In April 1908, as the new ewe toured, Harry Conor (birthname John Henry O’Connor) brought a lawsuit against Mr. Carle, claiming he was contracted to appear in Mary’s Lamb for two seasons and that $30,000 salary was owned to him. Conor contended that Carle dismissed him in order to save money and put himself back in the limelight.

The play had been selected to open a brand new theatre on the Boardwalk in Atlantic City named the Apollo owned an operated by Samuel F. Nixon. When built it boasted more than 1,600 seats and all modern conveniences. Nixon’s Apollo Theatre would become the premiere new play incubator on the East Coast. It eventually was converted to a movie theatre showing its final film in August 1968. It converted into the Apollo Burlesque Theatre and was demolished in the 1970’s. Ripley’s Believe it or Not Museum currently occupies the address.

The opening night was celebrated on May 13, 1908, which also marked the Atlantic City opening of Mary’s Lamb. For this new, Broadway-bound production, the leading role was played by the author.

The grand opening attracted a prestigious audience from Atlantic City, Philadelphia, and Broadway.

Mary’s Lamb opened on Broadway on May 25, 1908 at the New York Theatre (1514-16 Broadway at 44th Street). It took a ‘summer break’ from July 19th, resuming performances at the New York on August 24th and closing on September 5th for a total of 80 Broadway performances.

About the venue: Built in 1895 by the Hammersteins as the Music Hall boasting 2600 seats, it was renamed in 1912 and briefly called the Moulin Rouge in 1915. Shortly afterward, it became part of the Loew’s movie theatre / vaudeville chain, being demolished in 1935.

During his summer break, Carle leased a yacht! When the play returned on August 24th, it was with a nearly all new cast surrounding Carle.

The songs of Mary’s Lamb were published in sheet music collections and in Sunday newspaper supplements.

Carle and four of his 40 ‘Spring Lambkins’.

After the play closed in New York, Carle continued to tour it. The tour continued into May 1909.

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