Wednesday, June 30, 2010
One beautiful summer day, a state trooper was positioned on the side of picturesque Kelly Drive, awaiting speeders and other na'er-do-wells to come along the road. After a while, he was starting to doze off when he saw a station wagon barreling down the street, a wild-haired woman behind the wheel. In the back seat, several little penguins were bouncing around, eating cups of apricot sorbetto.
The trooper could barely believe his eyes. He turned on his siren and quickly pulled the woman over. As he approached the driver side window, the woman poked her crazy head out and innocently asked what the problem was. The trooper took his hat off and scratched his head.
"Look lady", said the trooper, "You can't just have these penguins bouncing around in your back seat like this, eating all of that apricot sorbetto. You've got to take them to the zoo. Now, before I issue you a citation."
The driver looked at the trooper and replied sweetly that she would take the penguins there straight away. The trooper waved her on and went back to his position.
One week later, the same state trooper was positioned at a speed trap on the same stretch of Kelly Drive, when out of nowhere the same station wagon with the same wild-haired woman came peeling along down the road. In the backseat of her car bounced the same little penguins, covered in apricot sorbetto.
The trooper was aghast. He pulled the station wagon over a second time. This time he ran up to the driver, shouting, "Lady, what the heck are you doing?! I told you to take those apricot-loving penguins to the zoo!!"
The woman turned to the disgruntled state trooper and said sincerely, "Oh, but officer, I did take them to the zoo. We had such a great time that now we're on our way to the museum!"
Monday, June 28, 2010
Blueberries and Cream
Lancaster County Red Raspberries
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
DATE: June, 2010
INVESTIGATION: Unexplained paranormal link between pregnancy and gelato
BRIEF: Field agents have been alerted to a disproportionately high number of expectant mothers patronizing Capogiro, a local business specializing in high-quality Italian gelato. To many witnesses, these subjects seem to be under some sort of mind-control, with only a single mission: the mass consumption of gelato.
Personnel have noticed that these subjects tend to crave the more savory varieties for their purposes, particularly dark chocolate and pistachio. Subjects are also known to purchase and devour several servings of gelato in one sitting. The local population is concerned that gelato stock may be diminished by these pregnant patrons, and have requested an immediate emergency action plan should rations run low.
FINDINGS: Possible explanations include, but are not limited to; fetal alien brainwashing, behavior modification microchips, mass hysteria, pregnant flash mobs, zombie apocalypse, gelato addiction epidemic.
CONCLUSION: As of now, the case remains open.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
In ancient Rome, lavender was sold for 100 denarii per pound, which was about the same as a month's wages for a farm laborer, or fifty haircuts from the local barber. [Wiki]
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Dear RJ, when you make granita at 20th Street it makes me so happy. I'll admit, I was skeptical when you said that you were going to try a kiwi banana granita. However, I'm eating my words today. Yum.
Capogiro was the first place I ever experienced true granita, and it was your's. In a city of water ice stands, I had no idea that the real thing could be so fresh and amazing. Maybe it's the crystalline texture, or perhaps the myriad of flavors that are so well paired with this style of dessert.
It's true, RJ. Your granita is a many splendid thing. This week you have made us have espresso granita (zing!), grapefruit granita (divine), black grape granita (uh, wow), and now kiwi banana granita.
Well done, sir. Well done indeed.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Every morning for about four weeks straight, I came to Capo13, toasted a bagel, covered it with a choice delicious cream cheese that Steph whipped up, and tasted heaven with a hole in the middle.
It's been a bit since we began carrying H and H bagels, so I've gradually wound down to a more acceptable level of bagel consumption... but I'm afraid it's kicked back up again. Outrageous, you say. Well don't get your knickers in a bunch, that's silly and uncomfortable. There's a simple explanation.
Last week we had a revelation that prompted action. What did we do? We added wheat bagels to the glorious bagel menu!
If I had sworn to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, I would tell you this: They are incredible. The wheat is a slightly heartier, perhaps sweeter, and surely lovely bagel with a flair of unique texture and a rich golden brown color. It's dazzling and enthralling to the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears (when you bite into it). I'm fairly sure I'll never skip a bagel a day again.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
given afternoon you're more than likely to stumble across any number
of our loyal regulars beating the heat at our counter, drinking red
eyes, sipping decaf espresso, or in Briana and Rob's case drinking
With so much going on... Beer Week, 2nd Saturdays, hockey hockey hockey... it's easy to forget to take a moment to relax. But here at Capoyunk, we've got a few things up our sleeve.
Stop by Saturday night because "Waffles Hidalgo and the ready steady Eddie Austin always come correct"! Kicking out the jams.
But wait more you say, yes!
Movie Mondays in full effect!
The Umbrellas of Cherbourg...
a romantic French musical about love, war and umbrellas.
And who can resist Catherine Deneuve?!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Take you, kyoho grape. You need nothing. You ask for nothing.
You are perfect just as you are. That's probably why in Japan, Korea, and China, you are simply peeled and served as a desert. It's true, you are my favorite sorbetto of the evening. One bite of you and it's love. Sweet, juicy love.
So while everyone else is out tonight drinking their fancy brews and trying to keep up with the latest in beer jargon, I'm gonna sit back and enjoy a refreshing kyoho grape frappe. This is where I want to be, right here at Capo20th.
(Until midnight at least. Then it's ON, Beer Week... )
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I mean really though, haven't you been to the same old bars enough? Come try Beer Week a little differently, with your good friend Capogiro. No peer pressure or nothin', but it's what all the cool kids are doing.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
GUYS IT'S TRUE! I SAW ONE! On this day, Friday June 4th 2010...RUN. Yeah I said run. And yeah, I know how hot it is. RUN to your nearest Capogiro...because they've got a cone for you. And it's fresh off the boat, wrangled through customs, and into your awaiting, humid, fingers. Because we love you, obviously.
So many good things happening.
BEER WEEK! In honor of which, keep your hats on, we'll be surprising you throughout the week with beer flavors and some special treatsies over at Penn's bar. Chris keeps walking around muttering something about Dragon's Milk...
Yunk's backyard has its Christmas lights on and outdoor tables ready and their events are going to start rolling any day now - lookout, movie nights, record nights, mix tape exchanges...
The Penn kids are concocting the most amazing gelato cocktails they can think of, pulling out all the stops, really. Can anybody say, beer float?!
Guys I can feel it. It's gonna be a great summer.
I will be honest, I am a little depressed. Work is very hard right now, the end of the school year always throws in some wrenches, it is soccer tryout season, refrigeration (need I say more?) and it so so hot to run on the drive. All this = exhaustion. One thing that always keeps me going is the eye candy in Philadelphia. Get yer minds outta the gutta! I am talking topography. I love what my eyes take in each day. Kelly Drive during a regatta, the million of blooms everywhere and the architecture. Philadelphia is old by American standards. I live in a row home that was built when Abraham Lincoln was in office. Very cool. One of the most beautiful parts of the city is Germantown. Germantown is breathtaking. I get to look at Germantown every morning and it makes me so very happy. It is filled with Quakers and their minimal asthetic and it thrills me. The amount of preservation here is phenomenal. This part of the city has been forgotten to some degree, which has probably helped it stay so beautiful. On the edge of Chestnut Hill, close to Manayunk and the Art Museum Area, it should be easy to get to. By car, yes; by public trans, no. The streets are a combination of ruin and perfect preserve. There are many Quaker schools and meeting houses and the amount of churches are ridiculous.
Which brings me to the Wyck Historic House and Garden. The Wyck is deep in Germantown and can easily be missed snuggled between beautiful large homes. The Wyck home was continually occupied by 9 generations of the same Quaker family since 1690. The colonial house is beautiful and covered with climbing roses that date back to 1814. The variety of roses are called "old roses" and are breathtaking in fragrance as well as appearance. Looky! These roses are descendants of the roses planted in 1814. The grounds are beautiful and the smell divine. You can feel the history in the air.
Then the phone rang....(actually the email came) asking me if I would like to sell some gelato at the Wyck's Summer Festival, I jumped at the chance. I offered to donate the gelato and in turn they offered me some roses!!! Roses that were descended from 1814 AND never treated with any pesticides or chemicals. You could EAT them!! Pinch me, I feel faint.
Barbara Overholser, the Wyck's Development Coordinator, met me in a back parking lot. It was quite nefarious. She handed over 6 beautiful bags of petals. I could smell their fragance through the ziplock! I could not wait. Of course, being a small business, everything that could happen to postpone the making of the Wyck Old Rose Gelato happened. We had a power outage, a pipe burst, the air went down, and my little guy came down with strep. Everything that could take my attention away from the roses did. Good times. Finally, the roses slid into the hot milk and the aroma... We all stood around the pot with these sick smiles on our faces. The smell was reminiscent of baking bread or hot rain on the sidewalk. I know, I'm weird. When I had my first bite, it was light and playful, not cloying or sticky. It tasted like what I want roses to taste like. I hate those shopping center cakes with their blue roses. You always want them to taste as good as they look. Even the beautiful buttercream roses that you can find on delicious cupcakes, never seem to measure up. This measured up. We have made Rose Water Gelato and Rose Tea Sorbetto, but nothing, and I mean NUTHIN, was as delicious as Wyck's Old Rose Gelato.
Please! You must try this! They will be serving it at their Summer Festival on Friday June 11th!
Thank you Wyck!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Well, I'll tells ya. Native to tropical Africa but nowadays mostly found in India and South America, tamarind is a bushy tree that produces a sweet and sour fruit. The fruit is found inside of pods (see photo), and is considered ripe when the pods are easily pried open.
Here's where the super part comes in. Even though tamarind is delicious, it is also a source of calcium and vitamin B (who knew?!). Tamarind helps the digestive system, and is a good source of antioxidants.
Wow, tamarind, you are amazing. For all of you who still have questions about our little superhero, come down to Capogiro and ask it for yourself. Yum.