Water: on-the-go and to-stay

Drinking fountain in Central Park on Sunday, 1942 (Library of Congress)

Drinking fountain in Central Park on Sunday, 1942 (Library of Congress)

On a recent early evening, I came across a small scrimmage in Union Square, not an unusual scene for a warm day. But as I got closer, I noticed that at the center of the huddle of bodies was a bank of water fountains. A large pickup truck awaited nearby and some workers were trying to delicately pry the thirsty New Yorkers away from their water source so they could pack up the fountain. As I got closer, I could see large letters on the side of the troth: “Water-on-the-Go” and the familiar logo of the city of New York. Apparently, the city has been providing these portable fountains around town for free each summer since 2010.

But water fountains, mostly the non-portable sort, have only been around NYC since the mid-19th century. Specifically, since the opening of the  Croton Aqueduct which finally brought fresh water to the city in 1842 – 90 millions gallons of it per day. Instead of contaminated well-water, the city’s residence now had consistent access to fresh and clean water for the first time. The effects were transformational to the city and to the health of its residents. Wealthier New Yorkers installed running water in their homes and public bath houses and pools were constructed for everyone else . Cockroach trivia of the day: the horrendous critters became known as Croton bugs because they congregated around the water pipes. To celebrate clean water, lavish fountains were erected in Union Square and City Hall Park and over the next few decades, public drinking fountains were built across the city to quench the thirst of “man and beast.”

Today there are 1,970 water fountains in the city with the most in Brooklyn. Their designs are more functional than the ornamental fountains of the last century, but free and clean water is clearly something that New Yorkers still very much appreciate.

  • Croton Water Celebration 1842 (Museum of the City of New York)
    Croton Water Celebration 1842 (Museum of the City of New York)
  • Woman drinking at fountain in Prospect Park, Brooklyn ca.1870-90 (Library of Congress)
    Woman drinking at fountain in Prospect Park, Brooklyn ca.1870-90 (Library of Congress)
  • Young children at a water fountain at Mulberry Bend ca.1897 (Museum of the City of New York)
    Young children at a water fountain at Mulberry Bend ca.1897 (Museum of the City of New York)
  • Horses drinking from a fountain ca.1913 (Museum of the City of New York)
    Horses drinking from a fountain ca.1913 (Museum of the City of New York)
  • New York City water fountain ca.1908-1915 (Library of Congress)
    New York City water fountain ca.1908-1915 (Library of Congress)
  • Riverside Drive, 145th Street ca.1930 (Museum of the City of New York)
    Riverside Drive, 145th Street ca.1930 (Museum of the City of New York)
  • Drinking fountain in Central Park 1942 (Library of Congress)
    Drinking fountain in Central Park 1942 (Library of Congress)
  • Child drinking from water fountain, Gramercy Park ca.1944 (Museum of the City of New York)
    Child drinking from water fountain, Gramercy Park ca.1944 (Museum of the City of New York)
  • A Water-On-the-Go fountain in Union Square in 2010 (nyc.gov)
    A Water-On-the-Go fountain in Union Square in 2010 (nyc.gov)

 

 

    Grab a fistful of spaghetti – just don’t slurp!

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    Spaghetti Eaters (Naples), c.1886, Giorgio Sommer via Wikipedia

    I grew up in a home where there were only two rules as far as mealtimes were concerned: you had to finish all your vegetables and you had to sit at the table. Everything else was up for grabs. When I went to Europe during college and learned that a fork was not meant to be passed back and forth between two hands, it occurred to me that there was a whole world full of rules and regulations embedded within the meal in any given culture. So table manners and etiquette have always interested me. For one, because I find them arbitrary and preposterous and also because I recognize that they provide the meal with a certain level of decorum. So, while researching a story about communal eating, I was excited to stumble upon Margaret Visser’s book The Rituals of Dinner: The Origins, Evolution and Eccentricities and Meaning of Table Manners.

    Table manners are universally upheld and are as old as human society itself. Visser writes that without eating laws, humans would not have developed kinship systems which separated us from animals and allowed us to flourish as a species. These laws and rituals evolved along with human society and eventually became manners which dictated a “right” and “wrong” way to eat. But at their heart, manners ensure a certain level of culturally-specific cleanliness. One delightful story of evolving etiquette describes how the early eaters of modern spaghetti in nineteenth century Naples ate this informal dish with their hands. The tradition involved grabbing a fistful of noodles, throwing your head back and lowering the noodles into your gaping mouth without (rudely) slurping.

    We get the word polite from the French word poli, meaning polished. Unsurprisingly, the French gave us most of our etiquette-related words (and etiquette itself). And it’s amazing to me how guided by dining etiquette the French still are. Meals in France are still largely eaten three times a day, no snacking! And when you eat in a restaurant, there are very specific things that you do with knives and forks and their position at the table that seem to convey both your knowledge of etiquette and your commitment to cleanliness (for instance, forks go face-down on the table between courses, which makes sense). But as Visser notes, while etiquette and politeness are meant to make social interaction a bit smoother, they can also prevent us from truly interacting:

    “Politeness forces us to pause, to take extra time, to behave in pre-set, pre-structured ways, to ‘fall-in’ with society’s expectations. But nothing about being polite is simple: the ‘polish’ intended to help people interact with one another can be used to prevent real contact from occurring at all. It can also become itself a barrier, keeping the ‘unpolished’ beyond the pale.”

    Spaghetti Eaters, Naples, c.1886, Giorgio Sommer via Wikipedia

      How drinking coffee substitutes makes for a happy marriage

      Instant Postum ad c.1913

      The vilification of food is something Americans do all too well. Many food items have swung back and forth between villain and savior (Harvey Levenstien wrote a great book about this: Fear of Food A History of Why We Worry About What We Eat). Caffeine has long been one of the most popular targets and perhaps no one did more to try to destroy the reputation of coffee than the man who brought us Grape Nuts: C.W. Post. If you’ve ever wondered why Grape Nuts has that strange, indiscernible but slightly gravely taste it’s because it originally wasn’t meant to be a cereal at all, but rather a coffee substitute–one of Posts’ many efforts to rip off Kellogg’s creations.

      Riding on the wave of the success of Grape Nuts and new health concerns over coffee, which he called a “drug drink,” Post developed another coffee alternative made from roasted grains called Postum. In his book, Uncommon Grounds, Mark Pendergrast argues that Posts’ ability to use bogus health jargon while appealing to people’s fears and snobbery paved the way for modern consumer advertising practices. Post himself was likely influenced by Coke’s ads in the 1880′s promoting the drink as a “brain tonic.” Post promised that drinking Postum would put consumers on the “road to Wellville,” and as this ad contends, would also rebuild one’s nervous system from the effects of “the old poison–caffeine,” and win over one’s husband to boot! In the end, commerce won out over caffeine ideology. C.W. Posts’ daughter took over the company following his death and bought Maxwell House in 1928.

       

       

       

       

       

        New York’s largest beer garden was kid-friendly

        The Atlantic Beer Garden

        The Atlantic Garden postcard 1872; New York Public Library, Mid-Manhattan Library, Picture Collection Online

        Beer gardens are experiencing a small, but notable renaissance in New York City these days. Sadly they don’t even touch the kinds of massive, throbbing beer gardens that used to be commonplace. Sure, you could grab a beer at any of these German-style beer halls that dotted 19th century New York, but they were so much more than watering holes. The largest and most famous of these was the Atlantic Garden, which was a cavernous multi-storied social space were patrons would spend the better part of the day drinking, playing pool and listening to live music and of course, drinking beer. The largest of these was the Atlantic Garden, opened in 1858 on the Bowery at number 50 extending to Elizabeth Street. At a time when male and female social spheres rarely overlapped, beer halls were frequented by both men and women. The Atlantic Garden was particularly popular with German families who came to enjoy some evening entertainment together. This included an array of diversions such as a shooting gallery, pool tables, bowling allies and live entertainment. Despite the flowing beer, the crowd was relatively tame. On the lower lefthand corner of the postcard you can see a young girl sitting patiently at the end of the table as her parents chat away and another couple walking hand in hand between the tables on the right side.

        As the Bowery increasingly became home to some of the most desolate populations in the city, Atlantic Garden managed to maintain its clean reputation and remained popular with locals and tourists. That is, until the locals finally left for less seedy pastures. Atlantic Garden was closed in 1902 because its main clientele, Germans and Irish, had moved away from the Bowery. This particularly vivid passage from the New York Times article announcing the closure describes the ending of an era:

        Dwellers of the Bowery paused and rubbed their eyes yesterday when they passed Atlantic Garden, for the front of the famous old resort, which had stood almost unchanged on its site just below Canal Street since before the Civil War, was plastered over with Billboard in Yiddish announcing a Yiddish variety programme.”

        (Yes, we still clung to that extra “me” in 1902.)

        The article goes on to describe how the hall had hosted vaudeville acts, a new form of entertainment when it first opened, and specialized in novelty acts such as “‘teams’ of negro performers,” and later a “ladies orchestra.”

        This past fall, it was discovered that the basement of the tavern that had previously occupied 50 Bowery and which had supposedly been George Washington’s headquarters, was still intact.  Almost just as soon, it was demolished to make way for a 22-story, 160-room hotel. Hopefully plans will also include an enormous beer hall.

          When drinking gin led to epilepsy and other teetotaling tales

          Abstinence pledge card.  23 September 1842.  (GLC 2542.27.  The Gilder Lehrman Collection, on deposit at the Pierpont Morgan Library.)

          Abstinence pledge card. 23 September 1842. (The Gilder Lehrman Collection, on deposit at the Pierpont Morgan Library.)

          January 17, 1920: the day Americans were legally prohibited from consuming alcohol for the next 13 years—the day the Eighteenth Amendment went into effect. But teetotalism had been popular in America for nearly a century before the government got involved.

          Alcohol had long been the target of American reformers who aimed to restore order to society through publishing diatribes on the harmful effects of excessive drinking, such as this illuminating pamphlet by University of Pennsylvania professor, Dr. Benjamin Rush, An Inquiry Into the Effects of Ardent Spirits Upon the Human Body and Mind (in its 8th edition by 1823).

          A note to those considering imbibing tonight: Dr. Rush warns that while small amounts of alcohol “have a friendly influence upon health and life,” overindulgence in anything as innocent as punch leads to idleness, which leads to sickness and eventually to debt. Cordials lead to swindling, while the stronger stuff like gin and brandy will ultimately lead to murder and…the gallows. He suggests sticking to water which brings “health and wealth”—a radical concept at a time when the quality of most water was questionable.

          An Inquiry Into the Effects of Ardent Spirits Upon the Human Body and Mind

          An Inquiry Into the Effects of Ardent Spirits Upon the Human Body and Mind, by Dr. Benjamin Rush (1823)

          American Teetotalism actually has its origins in Ireland with the Catholic Temperance movement when priest Mathew Theobald established the Cork Total Abstinence Society in 1838. His followers each signed a pledge of total alcohol abstinence and met on Friday and Saturday nights and on Sundays after Mass. In just the first five months, Theobald had conscribed 130,000 members. He began taking his cause on the road and eventually came to the U.S. in 1849 where he enlisted another 500,000. Catherine Cauty was the  4,281,797th to sign the pledge, promising to “abstain from all intoxicating drinks, except used medicinally and by order of a medical man, and to discountenance the cause and practice of intemperance.” The above card illustrates the consequences of alcohol consumption: wife-beating, and the benefits of temperance: a happy family gathering in front of a hearth.

            From oysters with love: for rich and poor

            Oyster advertisement, American, early twentieth century. © The Bridgeman Art Library

            Oyster advertisement, American, early twentieth century. © The Bridgeman Art Library

            Slimy, briny and amorphous; oysters are an implausible aphrodisiac and an unlikely delicacy. And yet, oysters are part of a cadre of much-valued foods with the fabled powers to generate sexual stimulation, along with chocolate and apparently striped bass. While oysters have long been shrouded in a myth of sensuality, they were not always so rarefied. In the nineteenth century, oysters were one of few foods that both rich and poor could agree were delicious, and they ate them with equal enthusiasm. Mark Kurlansky writes in The Big Oyster: History of the Half Shell that mid-nineteenth century New York oystermania “was one of the few moments in culinary history when a single food, served in more or less the same preparations, was commonplace for all socioeconomic levels.”

            New York was synonymous with oysters long before it was known for its hotdogs and bagels. The nineteenth century waterways were so bountiful that oysters were sold as street food for pennies. New Yorkers were so mad for oysters that shuckers would work 10 hour days opening up 1,000 oysters per hour just to keep up with the demand.

            Oysters could be found all over town and prepared in all sorts of ways: boiled, stuffed into in pies and stewed. In The House of Mirth, Lily Bart seeks refuge at a white table-clothed restaurant on 59th Street and Park Avenue where she has a rejuvenating snack of tea and stewed oysters. While just a few blocks downtown in Edith Wharton’s New York, oysters were casually consumed for a penny each off carts by the harbor.

            When it came to oysters, elites were essentially indulgent gilded age locavores. Delmonico’s, New York’s original fine dining establishment, put oysters, or huîtres as was their francophile predilection, at the very top of their menu and set the trend for serving them raw on the half-shell. Oysters also attracted the attention of visitors to New York, including Charles Dickens who found most of America to be horrendous and did not hesitate to call parts of New York “loathsome, drooping, and decayed.” And yet, he found the New York oyster cellars “pleasant retreats” and seemed to enjoy their “wonderful cookery.”

            Oyster Bay Sea Food Restaurant, NYC

            Museum of the City of New York

            Oyster Stand NYC c.1900 Thomas Mcallister

            Oyster Stand NYC c.1900 Thomas Mcallister, Museum of the City of New York

             

             

             

             

             

            I certainly cannot think of a single food item, even with the relative democratization of food over the past century and the increased access and exposure to a wider variety of cuisines, that would be equally celebrated at, let’s say Daniel’s and IHOP. I would love to be wrong about this (Cronuts at Dunkin’ Donuts don’t count), and maybe someone will point out that I am. But from what I can tell, I’m not.

            A combination of pollution and bitter turf wars between competing fisherman caused the decline of New York’s oyster population. Eventually typhoid fever and cholera outbreaks forced the City Health Commission to close all the oyster beds in 1927, ending New York’s oyster bonanza.

            New York is more socioeconomically divided today than it has been in over a century but it has been nearly as long since oysters were consumed with equal gusto by both the haves and have nots. But could it happen again? There are projects to revitalize New York’s oyster population, like efforts by the New York Harbor School and The River Project. But it’s doubtful that their numbers will ever get as high as they once were when oysters were so plentiful that their shells literally paved the streets.

              The rise and fall of orange juice as a health drink

              The magical cure for everything from singlehood to the common cold

              OJ ad 2

              The very first thing I do each morning is not shower, not check my email, not even caffeinate. I open up the fridge, reach for a plastic bottle and pour myself a small glass of orange juice. The citrus and sweetness seem to go through my tastebuds and right to that “on” switch in my brain. You know how courteous hosts ask if there’s anything you’d like them to stock up on when you’re visiting, and this is meant as a gesture rather than an invitation? Well, I actually answer: orange juice.

              So when I started researching how orange juice became a staple of the American breakfast, it did not surprise me that its reputation for restoring energy and vitality was a central marketing theme. What I didn’t expect was that its meteoric rise to breakfast classic also involved a scare over a rare blood condition, an obsession with vitamin C and nearly a decade of government research. Oh, and then there’s this: If you value your morning glass of orange juice with its happy bits of pulp and consider it to be as close to the real thing as can be readily available at your local supermarket, do not read on. If, however, you are prepared to be nauseated by your once innocent glass of store-bought orange juice, this one’s for you.

              “Most commercial orange juice is so heavily processed that it would be undrinkable if not for the addition of something called flavor packs. This is the latest technological innovation in the industry’s perpetual quest to mimic the simplicity of fresh juice. Oils and essences are extracted from the oranges and then sold to a flavor manufacturer who concocts a carefully composed flavor pack customized to the company’s flavor specifications. The juice, which has been patiently sitting in storage sometimes for more than a year, is then pumped with these packs to restore its aroma and taste, which by this point have been thoroughly annihilated. You’re welcome.”

              For more on flavor packs, juice processing and the entire orange juice industry, read Alissa Hamilton’s illuminating book, Squeezed: What You Don’t Know About Orange Juice. I’m not sure what my mornings are going to look like from now on, but thanks to her I’ve drunk my last glass of year-old orange juice. For more on how we got here in the first place, read the rest of my piece on TheAtlantic.com: The Myth of Orange Juice as a Health Drink.

              Here are some delightful orange juice commercials that didn’t make it into the piece:
              1950′s canned Florida Citrus: “Because I like to get my vitamin C the way nature intended.”
              1950′s Florida Citrus Fresh-Frozen: “Quench your thirst with health.”
              1954 animated Bing Crosby for Minute Maid: “Healthier teeth, sturdier bones, better growth, rich red blood, and more vitality.”
              1980 Florida Orange Growers: “It isn’t just for breakfast anymore.”
              1993 Tropicana Pure Premium Grovestand: “The newest orange juice sensation…a taste so fresh, so pure, so real, every sip is like biting into an orange.”

               

                Kellogg’s Soygal

                How the inventor of corn flakes made some startlingly accurate predictions about the future of food

                Battle Creek menuIn searching for the origins of the American breakfast I wandered down a health reform wormhole that took me from corn flakes to graham crackers (read the previous post for the connection). Now I’m meandering back to corn flakes for a moment because of a curious offhand remark in Stephen Nissenbaum’s book on Sylvester Graham. Apparently, Dr. John Harvey Kellogg, the inventor of corn flakes and basically the entire cereal industry, also predicted that the soybean would one day be one of the most important foods in America.

                Dr. Kellogg, who ran a popular sanitarium in Battle Creek Michigan, was an influential figure in the American health reform movement during the last quarter of the nineteenth century and first quarter of the twentieth. Apart from inventing breakfast foods, he was also an ardent soy-lover. Kellogg first mentions soy in his 1917 book The New Method in Diabetes, in which he states: ”The soy bean is a remarkable legume which is two-fifths fat and one-third protein, giving a food content closely resembling fat meat…The soy bean is a highly valuable food for diabetics.”

                Of the recipes in this book only one includes soy, and is only suggested as a peculiar replacement for savora (I didn’t know what it was either) in a simply (and not terribly appetizing) recipe for okra soup:

                Kellogg’s Okra Soup:
                2 cups cooked okra
                cups water
                2 teaspoons grated onion
                2 tablespoons savora
                1 1/2 cups strained tomato

                Rub the okra through the colander. Heat with the other ingredients, and serve. Three tablespoons of Japanese Soy, may be used instead of the savora.

                Where an early 19th century Michigander was to acquire Japanese soy, is one question. What Savora, a French condiment which includes cinnamon, mustard and nine other herbs and spices have anything to do with Japanese soy, is another. But, that’s what the doctor ordered.

                By 1920, Kellogg devoted several chapters in The Health Question Box or A Thousand and One Questions Answered to the health benefits of the soybean and its prevalence in Chinese and Japanese cuisine and included a method for making tofu. In the following years, Kellogg became more convinced of the positive attributes of soy, not just for diabetics but also as a healthy alternative to meat and milk, both of which he believed were unsuited for human consumption. Before he discovered soy milk, Kellogg was recommending a product called Kumyzoon (produced by his Sanitarium Health Food Co.) which contained lactic acid instead of milk lactose, and which appears on this 1900 menu from the Battle Creek Sanitarium (along with Graham crackers, lots of other Graham products, “passover bread” and something called “bromose” which was another Kellogg original–a milk substitute in powder form to be dissolved in water).

                Kellogg wrote quite a lot about the soybean in his books and published soy-promoting articles in his magazine Good Health. One such article 1928 ran with title: ”Chinese Babies Thrive on Milk from Beans.” There were many others that followed, including an 8-page speech written by Kellogg himself and published in the magazine in 1930 titled: “Soybeans as Human Food.” Kellogg’s first mission was to convince the public that soybeans could be used for food other than for cattle, which had been its primary use in America up until that point.

                In 1942, Kellogg’s Battle Creek Food Company began selling its first commercial soy milk: Soygal. A year later Kellogg developed Soy Protose, his first soy-based meat substitute. This was also the year of his death at the robust age of 91, nine years short of the centennial he had hoped for. Though neither Soygal nor Soy Protose achieved quite the status of his corn flakes, Kellogg did accurately predict the rise of the soybean and its future use as a popular meat substitute. Perhaps uncoincidentally, corn and soybeans are American’s two largest agricultural crops today. Makes you wonder if perhaps with a more tantalizing name and better branding, we might all be eating our corn flakes with Soygal today.

                  Graham crackers for the depraved soul

                  smoreSylvester Graham says: white flour does not give the teeth or the stomach a proper workout and leads to a “lazy colon.”

                  Poor Reverend Sylvester Graham only wanted to save Americans from themselves and their harmful sexual urges, glutinous habits and materialism. His solution: crackers.

                  This most humble and innocent of American snacks has a strange and unlikely history that spans health and dress reforms, temperance movements, early vegetarianism, a mob of bakers, and the birth of the entire cereal industry. Read my full story on TheAtlantic.com and listen to me talk all about Grahamism on New Hampshire Public Radio’s Word of Mouth.

                   

                    Ye olde Christmas gifts

                    There is an ever-narrowing window, it seems like mere hours now, between the moment the clock of commerce strikes the end of Thanksgiving and the start of the “holiday season.” Barely have our over-burdened stomachs digested our preternaturally large turkeys than the elves of CVS, Target and Best Buy come crawling into their respective stores to exchange the autumnal colors for whites, reds and greens. I imagine these brave defenders of mercantilism slinking in under the cloak of darkness, staving off tryptophan as the rest of us lay splayed on couches clutching our stomachs while eyeing the last piece of pie, to furtively haul out the pumpkin and apple flavored everything and heave in the bulk bins of Santa hats and stock endless shelves with gift “suggestions.”

                    “Christmas has been ruined!” We bark. “Its spirit has been sullied by our lust for commercial grade juicers!”

                    "Christmas Dream" New York Tribune (New York, NY) December 20, 1908

                    We do like to harp on. But what if there never was a noncommercial American Christmas to ruin? What if the commercialization we love to hate on is the very thing that brought us the “spirit of Christmas” that we lament has been destroyed? So argues Penne Restad in a Bloomberg article from last year. The American tradition of Christmas first took off within the confines of the home where upper class ladies of leisure took to decorating and indulging in cobbling together “the scraps and slivers of various folk traditions blended to serve a religion of domesticity.” Rituals such as tree decorating and stocking stuffing where then picked up by the press, which published Christmas recipes along with etiquette tips, gift ideas and morality tales of the “true meaning of Christmas.” Publications like Harper’s Weekly also began to develop the version of Santa Clause from a marginal character to the jolly gifting supernatural being we recognize today.

                    As early as the 1830’s poinsettias were being grown in greenhouses and by the 1870’s Christmas trees were living room fixtures. Woolworths played a role by importing cheap ornaments from Germany while department stores around the country stuffed their displays full of glittering merchandise, pushing gifts on American consumers with unbridled zeal. This Richmond Times Dispatch article from 1916 reported on the “Christmas spirit” on display in the “brilliantly decorated windows…within, the stores are temples of plenty, thronged with devotees. Even the shops which have to do only with humdrum articles of constant necessity and ugly drudgery have been infected with the desire for cheer and beauty.”

                    As the spirit of commerce and Christmas were created in tandem, so have they continued to grow concurrently. As Restad writes:

                    “These days, it is a commonplace to say that the economy depends on Christmas sales and that marketing strategies, such as Black Friday, threaten the holiday of yore. True enough. But less often noted is that the market revolution of the 19th century, and the consumer economy it created, made possible and continues to sustain what we mean when we talk about the ‘spirit of Christmas.’”

                    • The Evening World (New York, NY) December 3, 1914
                      The Evening World (New York, NY) December 3, 1914
                    • The Evening World (New York, NY) December 03, 1914
                      The Evening World (New York, NY) December 03, 1914
                    • The Daily Missoulian (Missoula, MO) December 8, 1912
                      The Daily Missoulian (Missoula, MO) December 8, 1912
                    • Richmond Times Dispatch (Richmond, VA) December 15, 1916
                      Richmond Times Dispatch (Richmond, VA) December 15, 1916
                    • "Only 14 days for Christmas Shopping" The Daily Missoulian (Missoula, MO) December 8, 1912
                      "Only 14 days for Christmas Shopping" The Daily Missoulian (Missoula, MO) December 8, 1912