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Santé: A Culinary Odyssey

Over 800 people gathered at M&T Bank Stadium on Nov. 20 for the National Kidney Foundation of Maryland’s 5th annual Santé: A Culinary Odyssey celebration. The delicious evening raised $230,000 to fund vital research at Johns Hopkins and the University of Maryland, and directly support NKF-MD’s patient emergency assistance program.

 



November 2014
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Santé: A Culinary Odyssey



Over 800 people gathered at M&T Bank Stadium on Nov. 20 for the National Kidney Foundation of Maryland’s 5th annual Santé: A Culinary Odyssey celebration. The delicious evening raised $230,000 to fund vital research at Johns Hopkins and the University of Maryland, and directly support NKF-MD’s patient emergency assistance program.

November 2014
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Power Ball
By Paige Whipple


We all make resolutions to get in shape for the new year, but many of us end up dropping the ball by Valentine’s Day. Why not give yourself a leg up with this Rockin’ Roller Desk Chair made from a classic stability ball? Balancing on an orb all day long is the perfect way to strengthen your core and improve posture. Consider it a Pilates class in a cute, slip-covered package—also available in more colors, patterns and even faux fur. Sure, it’s from PB Teen (designed for your daughter or son’s mess of a bedroom) but we have no shame. We’ve already ordered them for ourselves at the STYLE offices. $129-$149. pbteen.com

January/February 2015
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Get Out January/February

Everyman

When he’s not portraying the Emmy-winning role of news anchor Will McAvoy on HBO’s “The Newsroom” or getting into another round of idiotic antics as Harry Dunne (is he “Dumb or Dumber,” by the way?), Jeff Daniels sings. Onstage with nothing but his guitar, Daniels belts out acoustic ballads, feisty blues and comedic melodies that mark important moments in his life. Under his independent label Boomadeeboom Records, Daniels has performed more than 300 gigs across the country during the last 12 years. His next stop is Rams Head On Stage in Annapolis, where, alongside his son’s Ben Daniels Band, the “Something Wild” actor will perform an array of original songs, including those from his latest full-length album, “Days Like These.” Jan. 9. Tickets, $40. 410-268-4545, ticketfly.com –Ian Zelaya

SuperPops Shrinkage

Spend An Evening with Jason Alexander as the Tony Award-winning Broadway star sheds his “Seinfeld” persona and returns to his musical theater roots—recounting stories about his remarkable career and performing some of his favorite tunes with the BSO. Jan. 23-25, at the Meyerhoff. Tickets, $49-$99. 410-783-8000, bsomusic.org –Jessica Bizik

Funny Man

After more than two decades hosting “The Tonight Show,” Jay Leno is hopping around the country to share a little schtick with his fans. Let’s hope his new act is on par with that memorable Kanye West interview. Jan. 22, at the Lyric. Tickets, $57-$216. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com –Kieran Butler

The Fighters

As a young boxing star who just won the heavyweight title, Cassius Clay celebrates in a hotel room with three friends—Malcolm X, Sam Cooke and Jim Brown—in One Night in Miami, a fictionalized tale that echoes stories of humanity and hope from the civil rights movement. Jan. 14-Feb. 8, at Center Stage. Tickets, $19-$59. 410-332-0033, centerstage.org –K.B.


Real Folk

Join the celebration as the Creative Alliance hosts an album release party for “Parts & Labor”—the latest collaboration for local faves Letitia VanSant & the Bonafides, who use their folk-driven sound and three-part harmonies to tell stories about hard work, economic injustice and how we continue to redefine the American Dream. Feb. 27, at Creative Alliance. Tickets, $13 members, $15 nonmembers. 410-276-1651, creativealliance.org –K.B.

Two to Tango

Baltimore will get a little steamier this winter when the sequin-wearing pros from ABC’s Dancing with the Stars salsa, swing, cha-cha and waltz their way into our beating (albeit slightly jealous) hearts. Jan. 14, at the Lyric. Tickets, $47-$89. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com –J.B.

Under Whelming

Time to strip down to your unmentionables…for a cause! Cupid’s Undie Run returns to Baltimore on Valentine’s Day for its annual half-naked (barely 1-mile) run and party, which raises money for the Children’s Tumor Foundation and neurofibromatosis research. Feb. 14, at Luckie’s Tavern at Power Plant Live! Tickets, $40-$55. cupidsundierun.com –I.Z.

Drunk Uncle

A dilapidated farm is transformed into a hotbed of disillusionment and unrequited love by the arrival of the landowner’s new trophy wife as the Chesapeake Shakespeare Company takes on Uncle Vanya, Anton Chekhov’s masterful 19th-century comedy. Feb. 13-March 1. Tickets, $15-$48. 410-244-8570, chesapeakeshakespeare.com –K.B.

Poetic Warfare

As war rages on in the Congo, women’s bodies are used as a battlefield between soldiers and rebels—and real-life stories are retold in Lynn Nottage’s Ruined. Feb. 4-March. 8, at the Everyman Theatre. Tickets, $34-$60. 410-752-2208, everymantheatre.org –K.B.

Hard Knock Life

Get ready to be charmed as that ever-optimistic redhead Annie makes the sun come out at the Hippodrome. Jan. 20-Feb. 1. Tickets, $50-$113. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com –K.B.

Shake A Tailfeather

Don’t expect a Natalie Portman-Mila Kunis style face-off when the State Ballet Theatre of Russia brings its sophisticated rendition of Swan Lake (and 50 of their nation’s top dancers) to our home on the harbor. Feb. 7 and 8, at the Hippodrome. Tickets, $50-$71. 800- 745-3000, ticketmaster.com –I.Z.

Ice Ice Baby

See your child’s eyes (and imagination) light up as Ariel, Tinker Bell and the gang from “Toy Story” get sassy on skates in Disney On Ice: Worlds of Fantasy. Feb. 4-8, at Royal Farms Arena. Tickets, $22-$75. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com –K.B.

Surreal Romance

When a husband returns from a military tour, he and his wife struggle in their marriage with frustration and sexual tension that have them reeling in References to Salvador Dali Make Me Hot. Jan. 7-Feb. 8, at Single Carrot Theatre. Tickets, $18-$25. 443-844-9253, singlecarrot.com –I.Z.

Raspy Charm

We’ve loved Minnie Driver since “Circle of Friends” (even before her Oscar-winning performance in “Good Will Hunting”) but the British babe—now starring on NBC’s “About a Boy”—is also an accomplished singer. Check out her folksy/pop chops on Feb. 5, at Rams Head On Stage. Tickets, $29. 877-987-6487, ticketfly.com –K.B.

Good Night, Monkey Boy

The author of the popular “Lunch Lady” series—set to become a feature film starring Amy Poehler—Jarrett Krosoczka has written and illustrated more than 25 children’s books, and has also given two successful TED Talks. Join him for a reading and signing on Feb. 23, at The Ivy Bookshop. Free. 410-377-2966, theivybookshop.com –I.Z.

Indian Flower

In “Song of the Jasmine,” the critically acclaimed Ragamala Dance Company spins a colorful story about the spirituality and sensuality of the South Indian psyche. Feb. 7, at the Clarice Smith Performing Arts Center. Tickets, $10-$25. 301-405-2787, theclarice.umd.edu –K.B.

Sleight of Hand

In “Magic Outside of the Box,” David London combines illusions with comedy, storytelling and more in his fun, one-of-a-kind show. Jan. 31, at Baltimore Theatre Project. Tickets, $15-$30. 410-752-8558, theatreproject.org –K.B.

See The World

Fifty-nine artists are featured in Emergence 2014: International Artists to Watch, featuring works from Israel to South Korea to Zimbabwe and beyond. The pieces exhibit diversity in both medium and message—uniquely reflecting each artist’s culture, traditions and influences. Through Jan. 10, at Galerie Myrtis. 410-235-3711, galeriemyrtis.net –K.B.

Your Kingdom Awaits

Build me up, buttercup! Kids and adults alike will have fun creating their own kingdoms in the traveling exhibit LEGO Castle Adventure! where guests can also explore secret passageways, sit on their own throne and more. Feb. 14-Sept. 20, at Port Discovery. Free with admission. 410-727-8120, portdiscovery.org –K.B.

Laugh Lines

Some of the funniest improvisers in the country graduate from the Upright Citizens Brigade, co-founded by “SNL” alum Amy Poehler. We can’t wait to see what the Chicago-based troupe has in store for local audiences—not to mention the opening act by Charm City’s talented Baltimore Improv Group. Jan. 31, at Gordon Center for Performing Arts. Tickets, $25-$29. 410-356-7469, jcc.org –I.Z.

Raise Your Voice

Baltimore Concert Opera celebrates Black History Month with This Little Light of Mine, a one-woman tribute to two great ladies—Marian Anderson and Leontyne Price—who overcame many barriers during the Jim Crow era to become international opera stars. Performed by soprano Adrienne Danrich. Feb. 27 and March 1, at the Grand Ballroom of The Engineers Club. Tickets, $25-$65. 443-445-0226, baltimoreconcertopera.com –K.B.

Crime Spree

Laura Lippman reads from her latest Tess Monaghan thriller “Hush Hush,” the 12th novel in the crime series about a Baltimore reporter-turned-private investigator. Feb. 24, at The Ivy Bookshop. Free. 410-377-2966, theivybookshop.com –I.Z.

Consider This

Radio news gurus, it’s time to put a face to the voice on “All Things Considered” when WYPR Presents an Evening with Robert Siegel at MICA. Feb. 3. Tickets, $35-$85, which includes the option of a VIP reception. 410-235-1660, robertsiegel.eventbrite.com —I.Z.

Breezy’s Back

Love him or hate him, Chris Brown is showing off “Between the Sheets” (actual tour name) as Trey Songz and Tyga join him for a national dance party that will undoubtedly get fans out of their seats. Jan. 31, at Royal Farms Arena. Tickets, $62-$115. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com –K.B.

Getting Frisky

In a hilariously provocative perfor-mance that might just be the ultimate girls’ night out, the Chippendales bring their Vegas show—but not their shirts—to Baltimore. Jan. 18, at Baltimore Soundstage. Tickets, $33-$195. 877-987-6487, ticketfly.com –K.B.

Girl Power

Femininity has been expressed in numerous ways in contemporary art. The Art of the Female Form celebrates and explores this tradition with a display of artistic works that show the different ways the female muse is depicted. Jan. 2-Jan. 31, at Renaissance Fine Arts in Cross Keys and Chevy Chase. 410-484-8900, renaissancefinearts.com –I.Z.

Wine Down Under

Go “wild” at Australian Wine Night at the National Aquarium, featuring feedings in the Animal Planet Australia exhibit, Aussie-inspired entertainment and sharks after dark in the Blacktip Reef. Jan. 29. Tickets, $20-$30. 410-576-3800, aqua.org/afterdark –I.Z.

January/February 2015
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Portfolio: Minas Konsolas
By Cara Ober

    

I first met Minas Konsolas in his eponymous storefront in Fells Point, which later moved to The Avenue in Hampden, where vintage Levis, funky jewelry and original art created an enchanting experience for even the pickiest shopper. Over the years, Minas, with the help of his wife and business partner, Peggy Hoffman, added a second gallery space to their retail establishment where literary readings, yoga and even belly dancing flourished and an organic community coalesced. After they closed their shop in 2014, the arts community mourned a great loss but also reaped a simultaneous benefit in that the artist has been able to devote himself full time to painting in his Charles Village studio, with a solo exhibit planned for fall 2015 at the Creative Alliance at the Patterson.

“I’m influenced by the Mediterranean landscape where I was raised and by the American landscape where I now live,” says Konsolas, who was born in a small village in Greece. “Those two aesthetics come together in my paintings.” These two paintings come from the artist’s “Nature Walk” series, and function as a vehicle for memory and metaphor, rather than depicting a specific place or time.

“I’m making a poem about nature with my brush, an impression of a private moment with nature,” the artist confides. “When people tell me they get a familiar, nostalgic feeling from one of my paintings, it makes me happy. Even though the viewer and I have different experiences, we connect because we have similar emotions and
memories.”

See more of Konsolas’ paintings at minaskonsolas.com

January/February 2015
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The Fix-Up
Should you play matchmaker with your single friends? An expert and local daters weigh in.
By Betsy Boyd



One night right before bed, Paula Bragg decided to break up once and for all—with online dating. It wasn’t OkayCupid’s fault exactly. Nor Match.com’s. Nor Tinder’s. Bragg simply decided after a series of dead-wrong (yet often humorous) hangouts and exchanges—did you know men post pics of themselves wearing Chewbacca costumes and T-shirts reading “Show Me Your Kitties” on these charming sites?—she wanted to try a more traditional approach to meeting a man.

“After I deleted my profiles, I turned the light back on and wrote a post on Facebook,” explains Paula, 37, who serves as the director of philanthropy for Mt. Washington Pediatric Hospital. Here’s what it said:

In the quest to go on my #LastFirstDate, I’m off of online dating sites. Makes sense, right? LOL! Well, it does if you believe, like I do, that with all the friends I have—and all the friends you have—someone out there knows a great guy for me!”

Earlier that night, she’d been at a work-related event when a friend yanked her across the room to introduce her to a man who, according to her pal, “knows everyone.” A light bulb turned on! Her friends on Facebook (and their friends) really do, in a sense, know everybody in Smalltimore—and more importantly, many of them actually know Paula, in person. (That means they can vouch that she is, indeed, an attractive, intelligent, funny and sane human being seeking a long-term relationship.)

Paula’s ballsy Facebook post, dated Nov. 6, quickly received more than 200 “likes” and 12 shares. “Send me your overflow,” wrote one friend. Within less than two weeks, she received eight introductions and went out on two casual dates with men she wants to see again. 

“It’s been really fun putting the control in my friends’ hands,” says Paula. “I feel like I’m actually the one in control.”

Let’s have a heart-to-heart here, lovers. Who hasn’t yearned to play Control Freak Cupid now and then—or play God, as some realists might term it—and set up a good friend with a good-looking somebody or other?

Back in my 20s, this writer had easy luck urging a very shy and solitary roommate to call a man we’d run into at the supermarket. On a Post-it I scribbled, “Call Javi!” Over coffee cups, I shouted to myself, “Javi is gorgeous!” During a commercial, I whispered in her ear, “He might meet someone, like, tomorrow.” I wouldn’t stop till she turned tomato-red and picked up the phone, which I’d set in her lap. They’re now happily married.

But was my aggressive approach inappropriate? It’s not like I even knew for sure my roommate wanted to go out with the guy—I’d merely sensed chemistry in the canned soup aisle.

Dating coach Tammy Tilson, a licensed clinical social worker, says I was playing with fire back then, and lucky for all three of us nobody got burned (hey, it’s almost Valentine’s Day, hence several sizzling-red metaphors.) Singletons greatly need the sense of control and confidence that Paula describes owning if they’re going to play the dating game at the top of their emotional and intellectual game.

Tilson founded her Towson-based service, Upscale Dating, in 2013 because she’d encountered so many romantically anxious adults in her one-on-one therapy sessions—many of whom have faced innumerable disappointing online dates (sometimes dozens per month, according to my single friends), regular rejection and understandable exhaustion. She coaches these ladies and gents to get dating-ready, and empowers them to continue once they’ve begun—offering tips on everything from dating profiles to dinner conversation.

“The first important step is to ask somebody if they’d be interested in being set up,” Tilson says. “Sometimes single people feel ambushed. Don’t assume they’re not happy.”

Check. What’s next? Write your simple commands on a Post-it? Extol the virtues of your proposed candidate? Gently mock his drawbacks? Rattle the phone in her face? Not so much.

“Give your friends some basic information,” Tilson explains. “Show them a picture. You have to be honest about the person, but don’t get into anything too personal or tell their life story. Don’t say, ‘She’s slow to commit’ or ‘He’s sweet but a chronically messy kisser!’ Subjective information can sabotage. Just share their ages and if they’ve been married, have kids, etc. Leave it to a minimum.”

Tilson grants this advice may be easier said than done among close friends, but it’s a nice humane guideline to keep in mind. I asked her why so many of us are drawn to make a match.

“I don’t know if we’re projecting our own needs or being romantic,” Tilson says. “‘I’m happy; you be happy.’ Or: ‘Everybody’s married.’ Projecting wishes, desires, goals. I think people like to help people. They think it’s fun. But they don’t always think it through.”
Saralyn Lyons, bar manager at the Lyric, admits she definitely did not think it through when she set up her two Japanese steakhouse co-workers, Colin and Fran.

“Fran and I had a history of liking the same guy,” Saralyn, 25, explains. “‘You should ask out Fran,’ I told Colin, and he did. They started going out. At first, I felt proud. But one of the first times they hung out without my facilitating it, I realized I didn’t want this to happen—I became possessive of Colin. I was horrible! Whenever Fran would talk about their last date, I’d say, ‘Awwww! We used to do that.’”

Even though the young waitress asked each party if they were interested, she failed to understand her own under-the-radar crush. After Colin’s relationship with Fran ended on its own, he and Saralyn soon hooked up—they currently live together. Saralyn hasn’t spoken to her former friend Fran since the young woman quite rightly called her out on being jealous of her budding romance.

Tilson says it’s also important to be sure to consider life stages and personal preferences before you strike your match (heat metaphor). Be realistic. Be practical.

“If you know a guy is a workout maniac, don’t set him up with someone who doesn’t care about the gym,” she adds. “If you know a girl wants a baby, and you know a guy with three grown kids, he’s probably done with that.”

Might sound like a no-brainer, but not everyone takes time to compare these important qualifiers. Love is a much more fickle thing than just “he’s nice” and “she’s nice” and “they’re both single.” Bingo!

Speaking of fickle, I have one intellectual male friend who says he’d be open to a setup in a second. Not so fast. He wants a slim brunette with big boobs, who speaks a minimum of two languages and…the list goes on. In fact, I know one, but she’s not single right now, and if she were, I’m not sure I’d go there.

Tilson agrees: “If your single friend is very restrictive, just don’t set them up.”

Which brings up another key tip: Matchmakers must handle their friendships with tender loving care, especially if they know both the dating friends well.

“You can jeopardize your own bond by getting too involved; you could break trust,” says Tilson. “If the woman says ‘I didn’t like his body,’ don’t pass that on! Don’t invite the comment. Be as diplomatic as you can. Boundaries protect everyone’s feelings.”
Jennifer Ciattei, a 55-year-old web content writer, stepped super-duper carefully when she put together two quiet, creative types, both close friends of hers, but near strangers to each other.

“I love this female friend—and she deserved to be happy,” Jennifer says. “The male in the equation is the nicest guy in Baltimore—and a talented musician. But you just never know. It was important not to get anybody’s hopes up. Especially when you’re not kids. People might be a little more gun-shy than if they’re younger. I suggested coffee. He took a long time to get back in touch with her, but I didn’t weigh in. Now they’re getting married.”

Tilson, 47, is herself divorced with two kids. But she’s seriously involved with a man who was a friend’s pick for her. (“Her boyfriend is best friends with my boyfriend,” she says.)

So what’s the secret ingredient? How did her friend know she was making a brilliant match? She didn’t, of course. Chemistry may be a science, but not when it comes to dating.

Tilson says she and her now boyfriend simply approached the first date with open minds—neither assuming they were walking in to meet their future spouse nor predicting “I’m going to die alone” doom and gloom. (That’s a lot for a complete stranger to overcome over a cocktail and a plate of fried calamari.)

“Try not to have preconceived notions, if you can help it,” she says. “You can’t forecast what will happen. But if you don’t go, you’ll never know.”

On a personal endnote, I think it’s all well and good to aim to be open as a dater, but I also know you can’t force it. When I met my husband—six years ago through a strategic friend, at her office Christmas party—frankly, I was at a closed-shut point. For months I remained so. That night at the office party, my intended love match was wearing the worst overcoat: Remember Steve Winwood in those super shoulder pads? And he had long, salt-and-pepper hair, like an REO Speedwagon fan at a reunion show. I simply wasn’t interested.

When I met him again randomly, months later at a literary reading, he wore faded jeans—I noticed he had nice eyes. We sat together and chatted easily. In my more open mood, I realized my friend had been exactly right: This guy was smart, empathetic, funny…and gorgeous (especially so minus the rocker hair I later persuaded him to trim). Thank goodness my friend Ditty knew we might make a perfect pair, because a dating site would never have linked us, based on age difference, and the fact that Michael would never have set foot on such a site to begin with.

My advice to singleton daters: Trust your matchmaker friends, invite their assistance and thank them. To those making the potential match: Tread carefully when introducing people; operate as your most generous self—and if your heart’s in the right place, don’t be afraid to play Cupid.

Cupid Case Studies: Fix-up hits & Misses

Topless
When I was about 37, a friend at work asked if I’d like to be set up with a silver fox. I told my friend sure I would meet him. Soon my phone rang. When I answered, the gentleman said he was the best-looking man in town and would I meet him for a drink that afternoon? I said OK, warily. Over drinks, he mentioned, ‘Your breasts are beautiful!’ I was so freaked out by this guy that I started babbling, ‘They are not! I have had surgery from a lumpectomy!’ To which he replied, ‘Well, I have a little birth defect, no worries,’ and then proceeded to open his shirt and show me his THIRD NIPPLE. I literally ran out of the bar. –Claire, 50

Frog Prince
A former colleague introduced me by email to the man of my dreams—or so I thought. He was divorced with two small, adorable kids. I was ready to play “hot stepmom” and marry this guy, who was an executive in D.C. with similar interests and background. But in the first five minutes after we met, I wished I’d requested the fake “your house is on fire” emergency call. He had the voice of a frog, moved like a robot—and, in the middle of the restaurant, loudly recounted numerous therapy sessions with his ex-wife. Worse: he kept trying to kiss me. Turns out, my friend had never met the guy in person… only on Facebook! People can be very different in 3D. –Jessica, 41

Trick or Treat
I was 27. It was Halloween, and my friend said, ‘I know this Baltimore artist who makes masks.’ We went to her house. There were masks everywhere! She was a very interesting person. I liked her. But I could sense she was a private person. A couple months go by. I’m in a meeting for work, and the phone rings. A mutual friend’s on the line: ‘The artist wants you to ask her out.’ So I did. I picked her up in a car that was completely screwed up—you had to put your foot on the door to yank it open. She didn’t mind. We’ve been married for many years. –Anonymous, 60

Cat People

Rick understood it was a setup. Our mutual friend David had known Rick’s last girlfriend and wanted to see him partnered up—but I didn’t know a thing. After our group dinner, Rick drove me home, and I was thinking: I really like this guy. A week later I asked David for Rick’s number. (Eventually I learned he had considered other female friends for Rick, but decided they didn’t fit the part.) When I called, Rick didn’t sound wholly enthused. But then I borrowed his cat carrier, to transport a cat I’d adopted the same day he and I met. Afterward, we went on an amusingly error-ridden​ dinner date: They brought us the check before the food arrived. We’ve been together 22 years, married for 16. –Elisabeth, 45

Fix Me Up!

Tips for singles who want their friends to play Cupid.

Just Ask. If your five BFFs knew the man of your dreams, they would have already introduced you. Consider directly asking other friends you trust and admire if they know interesting people in their social circles who are single and ready to mingle.

Divide & Conquer. So you met an adorable woman who wasn’t quite for you? Introduce her to another single friend. (Online daters call this “recycling”—like a pre-screening service to increase odds of finding “The One.”)

Do Dinner. “Millionaire Matchmaker” Patti Stanger says first-time daters need to go out one-on-one with an element of flair and formality. “Drinks are an audition, coffee is cheap and lunch is an interview—dinner is romance.”

Play Host. In lieu of sulking (or stalking your ex) on Valentine’s Day, host a singles party where everyone brings an eligible person of the opposite sex. But, be careful, bringing your secret crush usually backfires.

Partner Up. Ask your married friends to host a “Third Wheel” happy hour or dinner party. That’s when each couple brings their favorite singleton (the one who tags along on all their dates) in hopes of coupling them up.

Be Positive. Not everyone is great at matchmaking. (So you really think I want to date your 74-year-old, thrice-divorced Uncle Morty?) Try not to be offended if your friend suggests a “no, thank you” suitor. And if a fix-up goes awry, always find something positive to say about the other person, such as “He had excellent taste in wine.” (No need to mention: “Unfortunately, he drank too much of it and started crying at the table.”)

Ditch the iPhone. Do not text your friend (or anyone else) the blow-by-blow during your date—if it works out, you’ll want some privacy. And either way, your date deserves your full attention.

Nice Touch. The very next day after, call or email your friend to express your gratitude for the fix-up. Whether your pal ignited a love/lust spark or put the “blind” into blind date, most matchmakers have great intentions—and, with a little practice and kind feedback, their Cupid’s aim might just improve. –Jessica Bizik

January/February 2015
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Restaurant Deconstructed
A taste of Japan at Azumi
By Martha Thomas



Azumi has taken over the space adjacent to the Four Seasons Hotel formerly occupied by Pabu. While its predecessor was a casual izakaya—the Japanese equivalent of a pub—the new concept, from the Atlas Restaurant Group (owners of nearby Ouzo Bay), is full service, multi-course and upscale. Emphasis on upscale. Chef Eiji Takase’s menu includes several cuts of wagyu beef along with sushi and signature appetizers. In addition to its sake program, the bar will reflect Japan’s recent obsession with fine whiskey.

Chef. Takase, who moved to Fells Point in October, was part of the creative team behind SushiSamba, the Japanese-Brazilian concept (with locations in Manhattan’s West Village, Miami and London) and opened Shibuya in Las Vegas. He was also behind Chicago’s Japonais and Momoya in New York. Look for such cold dishes as blue fin Toro tartare with caviar, wasabi foam and wakamono, and jalapeno yellowtail hamachi with garlic soy, achiote oil and yuzu. Wagyu beef from Snake River Farms in Idaho will be seared on hot stone, and of course there will be sushi. “Rice is very important,” says Takase. “It’s connected to Shinto [the ancient Japanese religion], a symbol of life.”

Drinks. Tiffany Soto, who holds the rarified title of Sake Kikizake-shi (or Master Sake Teacher), consulted with the restaurant—as well as providing training to staff. The bar also will feature high-end Japanese whiskey (don’t forget, Yamazaki Single Malt Sherry Cask recently ruffled Scotch feathers in the World Whiskey Bible). Taps will proffer both Japanese and local suds. “That’s the great thing about our team,” says Alex Smith, Atlas co-owner (with George Aligeorgas). “Our shtick is we’re local guys, so we’ll have Resurrection and Duckpin along with Sapporo.”

Décor. Designer Patrick Sutton has created a streamlined look with a range of textures and surfaces, both natural and synthetic. Entry to Azumi is through a clear glass vestibule to keep out the sharp winter wind—and summer heat. What was formerly a wall behind the bar is now a sweep of windows facing the water and the public walkway that rims Harbor East (with plans to create an outdoor space with soft seating, planters and lanterns). Banquettes are upholstered in shimmery faux eelskin and lit by custom metal light fixtures shaped like bishop’s hats. The bar has been relocated to the rear, and features a steel backdrop with a Japanese proverb (loose translation: “Nothing ventured, nothing gained”) laser cut and backlit through red acrylic.


Lounge. A small lounge area off to one side offers bottle service in the shadow of a DJ (who will spin easy listening until 11 p.m., when, owners hope, a nightlife vibe will kick in). The wall is clad in black acoustic foam cut in a geometric pattern, and barstools are the very best part; each a hollow cylinder packed with vertical dowels. Upon landing, your backside is in for a squishy treat. The dowels sit atop Tempur-pedic type foam to create a shape-conforming cushion. “I don’t know where Patrick finds these things,” Smith muses.

Final Verdict.
Azumi, Japanese fine dining from a conscientious chef with an international reputation, is the first of its kind in the region. Bring your gold card.

Azumi 725 Aliceanna St.
443-220-0477, azumirestaurant.com

Read more food news here.

January/February 2015
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Face Of The Future
Building on his success with hand transplants, Hopkins surgeon Dr. W. P. Andrew Lee gears up to start performing face transplants.
By Geoffrey W. Melada / Photographed by Tracey Brown




Back in 1997, Hollywood scored a box-office hit with “Face/Off,” the science-fiction thriller starring John Travolta and Nicolas Cage, in which an FBI agent and a freelance terrorist surgically switch faces such that no one, not even their families, can tell them apart.

Now, 18 years later, Dr. W. P. Andrew Lee is gearing up to do the real thing here in Baltimore.

Well, not exactly. 

“Obviously, it makes an excellent movie, but we are not transplanting personal identity,” says Lee, director of the Department of Plastic and Reconstructive Surgery at Johns Hopkins University. “It is more of a hybrid of the two faces, depending on the underlying facial skeleton and how the patient uses facial expression, which is connected to the brain and personality.”

Back in 2010, Hopkins announced it had lured Lee, 57, away from the University of Pittsburgh Medical Center (UPMC), a significant upset for his former institution. Lee brought with him six surgeons after successfully performing the world’s first bilateral (two limbs) hand transplant there one year earlier and earning himself and the university international recognition.

Hopkins, which has one of the oldest and most respected surgical programs in the country, had yet to perform a hand transplant when it offered Lee, a graduate of its medical school and of Harvard University, his own department of plastic surgery to try and entice him there. (Typically plastic surgery is a division of a larger department of surgery, as it is at UPMC.) It worked.

Lee has happily settled into a new home overlooking the Inner Harbor and has become a regular at restaurants Thames Street Oyster House in Fells Point, Wine Market Bistro in Federal Hill and Woodberry Kitchen in Hampden. Just don’t ask him about his football allegiance: He admits he’s still a Steelers fan.

Since arriving in Baltimore, Lee and his team have gone on to successfully perform a bilateral hand transplant at Hopkins, their 10th hand transplant overall and sixth patient. That patient, Brendan Marrocco, a then 26-year-old Army infantryman, lost both his hands and legs in a 2009 roadside bomb attack in Iraq. In December 2012, Marrocco received a transplant of two arms from a deceased donor.

Hand transplants are more complicated than internal organ transplants—heart or liver for example—because they involve bones, blood vessels, fat, muscles, tendons, nerves and skin (hence the term “vascularized composite tissue allotransplantation”). They are among the rarest and riskiest surgeries performed in the U.S. today. Only seven bilateral hand transplants have ever been successfully performed in the country.

The big breakthrough came in 2007, explains Lee, when, with the help of “brilliant scientists” from Pittsburgh’s Thomas E. Starzl Transplantation Institute, he developed the immune modulatory protocol, a three-pronged approach to vascularized composite tissue allotransplantation that offers patients lower risk of rejection and less potentially harmful drug therapy. Lee and his fellow researchers had discovered after two decades of laboratory research that if they took bone marrow from a dead donor’s bones and placed it into a recipient’s body prior to the transplant procedure, the recipient’s immune system would be primed to accept the new limb—a process Lee calls “immune modulation.”

Antibody treatments and the administration of one anti-rejection drug as opposed to the usual and sometimes-toxic three-drug cocktail traditionally used for organ transplantation complete the process.

Back then, Lee predicted that he would one day be able to apply this technique to face transplants. Like the human hand, a person’s face is made of composite tissues—and, he believes, “the same immunology protocol should work.”

After receiving the approval of Hopkins’ institutional review board in 2012, Lee is now ready to realize this ambition. He says his team, composed of roughly 40 surgeons, anesthesiologists and nurses, is currently screening patients for the clinical trial phase of a new face transplant program at Hopkins. And the potential candidates are lining up— wounded U.S. soldiers, gunshot victims and victims of flame and acid burns to the face.

“There’s this very unfortunate practice, primarily in developing countries, where an acid attack to the face is used as a form of revenge, and those are some of the most tragic cases you can see,” he explains. “Young women are coming to us after such injuries with completely deformed faces, having lost most of their facial features after acid was poured on their faces.”

However, Lee says his group is “very stringent” about waiting to operate until they can make optimal matches between donors and recipients. His team employs both a transplant psychiatrist and psychologist to help screen candidates to make sure they are up to the emotional and physical challenges.

Another barrier to performing face transplants: the emotional shock to the donor family. “We’ve found it particularly difficult to get families to participate,” Lee says. To ease that discomfort, his team has hired a medical artist and a prosthetist who can create “amazingly realistic” facial prostheses to fit on the donor’s body for open casket funerals.

The money for the clinical trials is in place, thanks to institutional support from Hopkins and about $10 million of grants Lee has received from the U.S. Department of Defense, a sponsor of Lee’s work since his early days at UPMC. The procedure is not covered by insurance like other organ transplant operations because it’s not yet considered mainstream, although Lee predicts this will change.

Lee concedes that face transplants will not save lives, but they will “significantly improve quality of life.” Beauty is an important part of being human, he says, and “something that’s always on our minds as plastic surgeons.”

Transplant surgeries are extremely long and involved events. When a team of 150 at the University of Maryland Medical Center completed the most extensive full face transplant to date in March 2012, it took 36 hours. Lee’s hand transplants take about 12. To set the right mood for the challenging scene, he often plays opera music in the operating theater.

“Puccini and Verdi operas, the more melodic the better,” he says.

Back in Pittsburgh, the young residents used to complain when Lee would blast “Tosca” and “Turandot” over the speakers. If anything, he’s turning up the volume at Hopkins, where he regularly selects his own soundtrack for performing long surgeries.

“As my position becomes more senior, the more reserved people have become in expressing their displeasure [at my musical taste],” Lee notes, with a wry smile. “People don’t seem to object anymore.”

Geoffrey W. Melada is editor-in-chief of the Washington Jewish Week.

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Now Serving Jan/Feb 2015
New restaurants in and around Baltimore
By Martha Thomas


Want Fries with That?
When James Clark was a college student in Ottowa, he and his friends would gorge on poutine—fries slathered in gravy and sprinkled with white cheese curds. “That’s what you’d do after a night out,” says Clark. The one-time hangover prophylactic has become mainstream in his home country. “You see guys in suits in Toronto having it for lunch,” he says. His eponymous Clark Burger, which opened in a small space adjacent to the Senator Theatre in December, serves the fries gussied up with options like pulled pork, bacon and Montreal smoked meat, in addition to burgers with all manner of toppings. Wash it all down with local brews on tap or a classic Canadian-inspired cocktail. One of Clark’s favorites is the Bloody Caesar, a lighter rendition of a bloody mary, made with Clamato. “I think the first person who tried it said, ‘Bloody Caesar!’ because it tasted so good,” he theorizes. He also predicts the return of the Boilermaker (for those who don’t watch crime dramas, that’s a beer and a shot of whiskey). 5906 York Road, 410-323-0000, clark-burger.com


One-Stop Shop
Jim Glick, co-owner of the SoBo Market, an extension of nearby SoBo Café in Federal Hill, has a vision of the ideal customer. “It’s a neighborhood place. They’ll come in for a cocktail after work and then look around and see something for dinner.” That something may be on the simple menu of sandwiches on homemade bread, crudités and small plates—or in the grab-and-go case stocked with gourmet salads, roasted chicken, hummus and other spreads and staples like milk and eggs. Glick’s life and business partner Anna Leventis, bought the mothership café three years ago and has transformed it into a comfort food alternative to the raucous bar scene nearby—and a favorite of the neighborhood’s growing under-10 population. “We’ve had kids who ask to have their birthday parties here,” Leventis points out. Some of the café’s favorites, such as mac-n-cheese and spinach pie, are available at the market, as well as coffee drinks and pastries (including SoBo’s renowned biscuits) on weekend mornings. For those who want to linger, bar manager Paul Palombo (pictured right) is crafting such “post-prohibition” cocktails as the Bobby Burns (Scotch, sweet vermouth and Benedictine) and Corpse Reviver (gin, Cointreau and absinthe) from boutique spirits. 13 E. Randall St., 410-685-6605


Wake Up, Annapolis
Kyle Algaze, owner of Iron Rooster in Annapolis, has an operating principle that resonates with everyone: Breakfast for dinner. The menu moves seamlessly from eggs Benedict with smoked salmon to waffles with buttermilk fried chicken—a recipe of which Algaze is rightfully proud—to coffee-rubbed New York strip steak and “Cakes on Cakes” (crabcakes + cornmeal pancakes). The food at this homey spot, a stone’s throw from Market Slip (aka Ego Alley) is whimsical and comforting—and sure to incite food envy (you really want to know what the people at the next table are having). We salivated over a neighbor’s Oysters Roostafella with spinach and quail eggs, shrimp and grits, a risotto baked in its own cast-iron pan—and a dessert list that’s so over-the-top it sounds like a parody of modern food trends. Peanut butter glazed bacon candy bar or red velvet waffle ice cream sandwich rolled in dark shaved chocolate, anyone? 12 Market Space, Annapolis, 410-990-1600, ironroosterallday.com

Magic Menu
The White Oak Tavern can’t yet afford to publicize on the strip mall marquis, so co-owner Clare Frey just tells people “it’s in the Enchanted Forest shopping center.” The Ellicott City restaurant that Frey owns with her brother Peter and bar manager Noel Johnson took over the space once owned by Jilly’s Sports Bar last January. Though the fairy tale playthings have been moved to a nearby farm, the shopping center once called home by the oversized shoe and three little pigs’ cottages remains well known to Howard County residents of a certain age. Thick and juicy burgers made with grass-fed beef from Wagon Wheel Ranch in Mount Airy served with caramelized onions on an Atwater’s brioche bun is emblematic of the restaurant itself. The busy spot with TVs and bottomless brunch cocktails that is, yes, located in a strip mall, has an old soul. The owners are committed to local sourcing and “scratch cooking” along with craft cocktails made with seasonal fruits.  Walls are paneled with wood torn from old pallets and decorated with reproductions of vintage photos from the Miller Branch library’s archives. “We have some customers who recognize themselves,” Frey says. Those folks probably also played at the Enchanted Forest. The rest of us can revel in the authenticity of the place. 10030 Baltimore National Pike, Ellicott City, 410-680-8974, thewhiteoaktavern.com

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Savvy Shopper January/February

Home Sweet Home

Though Savvy might admit to having some, ah, socialist impulses, she wouldn’t go so far as to open up her home to all and sundry. Michael Ryan Wright and Seth Barkman would. Their new five-story home goods shop in Fells Point is called MiY, which stands for “mine is yours”—and they don’t carry anything they wouldn’t live with themselves. Many products are hand-crafted, such as mattresses by Kingsdown. Who knew mattresses could be so beautiful? Performance-based Bedgear pillows will help you rest soundly—and avoid getting hot in the sack (at least while you’re sleeping). Furniture by Gus has a mid-century “Mad Men” vibe, while paintings by Watson look like the work of a sexy Banksy. Savvy swooned over the masculine-scented candles by Mitchell Black and stunning array of Detroit wallpapers. 1605 Eastern Ave., 410-881-0187, miy-home.com


Fabric of our lives

Sure,  we all buy organic bananas at Whole Foods. Now, organic fibers are all the rage. The Swedish/ American duo behind Hanna Andersson has formed a veritable dynasty by capitalizing on that desire. In addition to the children’s clothing for which the chain is well known, you’ll find a new women’s line plus home décor at the new store at the Mall in Columbia. Comfort is the name of the game here but with a touch of style, as in the Anna Colorblock Dress, the Metro Midi Skirt with a velvet stretch waist or the supremely feminine Sleeveless Lace Blouse. And the bright colors of the Scandinavian rugs just make Sav happy. 10300 Little Patuxent Parkway, 443-917-7023, hannaandersson.com



Modern Bride

When Savvy thinks bridal boutiques, her mind’s eye is overwhelmed by a blizzard of white and frou-frou. But Garnish Boutique owner Mia Antalics says the big trends this year are peplums, long sleeves and color. No wonder bridal entourages and gals just looking for formal dresses are flocking to the newly expanded showroom with lovely touches by interior designer Stephanie Gamble. Antalics is especially excited about two labels she’s recently snagged: Catherine Deane and Leanne Marshall—describing their gowns as “slightly more bohemian, lighter, more effortless.” 1515 LaBelle Ave., 410-321-1406, garnishboutique.com

American Girl

Harbor East just keeps hopping. The latest shop on the block is national women’s retailer Madewell, J. Crew’s sophisticated little sister inspired by an American denim label founded in 1937, which manages to combine hip and artsy with classic. Shearling is Madewell’s newest trend, done in jackets, vests, even handbags. The clothes skew a little young for Sav, except for that yummy black leather biker jacket or better yet, the satin bomber jacket. For $528 and $188, respectively, she could give the young’uns a run for their money! 811 Aliceanna St., madewell.com

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Danish Delight
This International take on open-faced sandwiches is the best thing since, well, sliced bread.
Written and photographed by Tracey Middlekauff


Skim the recipe section of most January magazines and you’ll find a slew of diet dishes purporting to help you “lighten up” and keep to your (post-holiday-binge) resolution to eat healthy in the new year. But I’ve never been big on resolutions; rather than tell myself what I can’t or shouldn’t do, I’d rather ring in 2015 focusing on all the things I want to do and experience.

Enter smorrebrod.

At first, the connection between Danish open-faced sandwiches and my aspirations for living a happy life in the new year probably isn’t obvious, but let me explain. While I’ve never been to Denmark, I’ve seen (and eaten) variations of its native dish, smorrebrod, in Vienna, Budapest and Reykjavik. I’ve seen people of all ages and walks of life linger over these beautiful little creations, and it always reminds me to slow down and remember that eating shouldn’t be only about satisfying hunger, but rather about appreciating what’s on the plate and being grateful for the opportunity to savor it.

These open-faced sandwiches, for me, encapsulate what I love about eating and cooking: they’re fun to make, to look at and to eat—and they’re as much about the process of creation as they are about filling my belly with something delicious.

Most of the flavor combinations will likely be familiar to you: egg salad and olives, roast beef and horseradish, salmon and cream cheese. The Italian salad (“italiansalat”) will probably be new unless you’re Danish or have been to Denmark. Named not for the flavors in the dish but rather for its resemblance to the colors in the Italian flag, its Danish counterpart contains peas, carrots and white asparagus. I substituted shallots for white asparagus to give the dish a bit more punch.

When you make your smorrebrod, be creative with the garnishes and the construction; that’s half the fun. Hopefully they will inspire you, as they do me, to slow down, be in the moment and enjoy the beauty that’s all around you…and on your plate.


Salmon and Garlic Chive Cream Cheese Smorrebrod
makes 1 smorrebrod

1 slice 4” x 4” European dark bread, such as Rubschlager Pumpernickel
1 to 2 tablespoons garlic chive cream cheese (recipe below)
1 slice smoked Nova salmon, cut to fit the bread
Fresh dill, for garnish
Slice of lemon, for garnish

Carefully layer the ingredients, in order, on the bread.

Garlic Chive Cream Cheese:
1⁄2 cup whipped cream cheese
1 heaping tablespoon chopped chives
1 small garlic clove, minced

Combine ingredients and refrigerate.


Egg Salad and Olive Smorrebrod
makes 1 smorrebrod

Egg Salad:
8 hard-boiled eggs, with one slice set aside
1⁄2 cup mayonnaise
1⁄2 -3⁄4 cup sliced manzanilla pimento-stuffed olives, with a slice set aside
1 teaspoon grainy Dijon mustard
1⁄4 teaspoon salt, or to taste
Sliced radish, for garnish

Smash the hard-boiled eggs with a fork; add the other ingredients and combine well. To assemble the smorrebrod, place a portion of egg salad on 1 slice 4” x 4” European dark bread, such as Rubschlager Pumpernickel, and top with the slice of hard-boiled egg, the olive slice and sliced radish (optional).



Roast Beef and Horseradish Mayo Smorrebrod
makes 1 smorrebrod

1 slice 4” x 4” European dark bread, such as Rubschlager Pumpernickel
1 tablespoon horseradish mayo
(recipe below)
Small handful of arugula
2 thin slices of roast beef
2 sliced plum tomatoes
1 heaping tablespoon fresh grated horseradish or fried onions (or both!)

Carefully layer the ingredients on the bread to create your smorrebrod.

Horseradish Mayo:
1⁄2 cup mayonnaise
1 tablespoon prepared horseradish
Pinch of salt and white pepper

Combine ingredients and refrigerate.



Ham and Italian Salad Smorrebrod
makes 1 smorrebrod
1 slice 4” x 4” European dark bread, such as Rubschlager Pumpernickel
2 thin slices of deli ham
1⁄4 cup Italian Salad (recipe below)
Small handful alfalfa sprouts

Carefully layer the ingredients on the bread to assemble the smorrebrod.

Italian Salad:
1⁄2 cup carrots, cut into small dice
1⁄2 cup peas (fresh or, if frozen,
thawed and completely dried)
2 teaspoons minced shallot
1⁄2 cup mayonnaise
1 teaspoon grainy Dijon mustard
Pinch salt & white pepper

Boil the carrots until tender, plunge into an ice bath, remove and pat dry. Combine all of the ingredients and refrigerate.

February 2015
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The New College Try
University partnerships with local private schools are giving high school students real-world experience—with real-world impact.
By Christine Grillo

For students who are curious about the college experience or a meaningful career in research, a traditional high school curriculum will only provide so many answers. But several private schools in Baltimore are helping their students step out of the classroom—and into the real world of research and collaboration. Through these place- ments with universities, students find out there’s no substitute for the real thing.

FRIENDS SCHOOL OF BALTIMORE
At Friends School of Baltimore, history teacher Josh Carlin coordinates the University Partnership Program (UPP), which has placed nearly 40 students in two university programs over the last year. In collaboration with Johns Hopkins University, the school assists Dr. Erin Chung, a political science professor, with research for a book project that explores ethnic demo-cracies. For this yearlong project that serves as a senior history elective, 20 Friends students work as Dr. Chung’s research assistants, creating a database of citizenship laws and immigration laws around the world. “This is hard research. It’s stressful but authentic learning,” says Carlin. “And the students are reporting to a higher authority than me as a teacher.”

The other UPP placement offered by Friends is a semester-long junior or senior elective in English and history coordinated with Duke University’s Haiti Lab. Launched at Friends in 2011 and still going strong, this elective allows students to work with Duke students on research concerning Haitian history and culture. In particular, the students focus their research on the late 18th century, when what is now known as Haiti was the French colony Saint-Domingue and most of the agricultural economy was fueled by slave labor.

The phenomenon of slaves running away, called marronnage, was widespread, and many fugitive slaves were reported missing in advertisements run by their owners in the weekly newspaper. This year, 19 Friends students will translate these fugitive slave ads and enter them into a database, which scholars can use for research. Through this work, the students uncover information about the population that would otherwise not be known, such as the slaves’ names, ages, physical description, African nations of origin and language skills.

David Zeger, a senior who did both translating and data entry, found the project moving. “At the beginning, I didn’t anticipate the gravity of what I was about to read. It was so disgusting. These were human beings treated like they were lost soccer balls,” he says. “It felt good that their story will get out because of something we did.”

Dylan Coiro, another senior who worked on the Haiti Lab, says, “We’re used to doing a lot of research, especially in history, at our school. This project put all of that into a real-world context.”

And Uma Scharf, a senior who translated the marronnage ads from French, says that as part of this project she and her classmates learned quite a bit about the culture of Haiti. “Before this class,” she says, “I didn’t know that much about Haiti, and it was really cool to realize that I had more connection to the culture than I thought.”

Carlin likes that the projects with Dr. Chung and the Haiti Lab provide real-world application for his students. “The beauty is that the students are doing work that the professors need,” he says. “We’re providing highly educated, highly motivated and brilliant students. And in three years there’s been almost no complaining.”

THE BRYN MAWR SCHOOL
Eric Elton, the STEM director at The Bryn Mawr School, works to nurture students’ interests in science, technology, engineering and mathematics (STEM). To that end, he places students in summer internships with mentors at research labs in schools including Johns Hopkins University. The internships don’t count as classes, and there’s no academic credit. But the students find the experience invaluable.

Elton’s goal is to find advisers at labs that fit with his students’ interests. “The students and I sit down and figure out what they want to explore until we find the spark,” he says.

Last summer, Teresa Norman, a senior, interned at the JHU Whiting School of Engineering in the Department of Geography and Environmental Engineering, known as DoGEE. Building on a doctoral student’s study of the hydraulic substructure at Oregon Ridge Park in Baltimore County, Norman’s work was to plot along transects, count tree species and use calipers to measure the diameters of trees in the transects. The goal is to examine patterns of tree growth that might correlate with substructures such as water, bedrock and clay. “I can identify most of the tree species at Oregon Ridge,” she says. Although her research is preliminary, Norman says her data show a relationship between water and the growth of mountain laurel. “Before this,” she says, “I didn’t really have any grasp of what environmental engineering was, and now it’s opened up as a field of interest for me.”

Feddi Roth, also a senior, has done two summer internships through Bryn Mawr. The first one was at the U.S. Naval Research Laboratory Science and Engineering Apprenticeship Program, where she worked with nanowires. For her second internship, she worked with the Johns Hopkins School of Medicine in the Department of Oncology, exploring whether nanoparticles can be used as a treatment for cancer. Her mentor was Dr. Mohammad Hedayati, a postdoctoral fellow who guided her research on the behavior of nanoparticles to see if they might target specific cells with the application of heat. In the end, Roth says, “It seemed like a viable way to treat cancer.” Dr. Hedayati will use some of Roth’s data in a publication and will list her as one of the authors.

“The coolest part was that I got to take care of my own flask of cells,” says Roth. Along with two other Bryn Mawr students at the lab, she was invited to department meetings so that she could see how research works at a university. “I was amazed by how people work together in a lab,” she said. “Everybody shared information, there were constant group meetings and a lot of exchanging ideas.”

Elton says that when the JHU advisers report back to him, they tell him they were amazed at the quality of the students’ work. “Send me more, they say,” says Elton. “At the beginning, the students find it really challenging, but by the end most of them feel a huge pride in what they achieved.”

GARRISON FOREST SCHOOL
At Garrison Forest School, the Women in Science and Engineering (WISE) program is in its 10th year. Juniors and seniors are paired with graduate-level research labs at Johns Hopkins University across the STEM disciplines, and find themselves at settings such as the Bloomberg School of Public Health, the Krieger School of Arts and Sciences and the Whiting School of Engineering and Jhpiego, a JHU-affiliated organization that focuses on international public health. For about four months, students conduct research with their assigned lab two or three afternoons a week, working closely with the graduate students and faculty leading the lab.

Andrea Perry, the dean of special programs and director of the James Center, says that the purpose of WISE is to attract young women to careers in STEM. “Women are well-represented in health and medicine,” she says. “This is a targeted effort for engineering placement.” By the end of this year, the program will have served 150 students.

Some of the placements have included the exploration of a link between aroma and Alzheimer’s disease; the study of the behavior of electric fish in order to replicate it in robots; the study of how the antennae of cockroaches follow surfaces; and an HIV intervention-based project at the Bloomberg School.

Katherine Paseman, who is now in her first year at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, did her placement at Jhpiego. Working with Jhpiego project engineer Sean Monagle, Paseman researched ways to develop cheaper urine dipsticks that could be used in developing nations to test pregnant women for gestational diabetes and preeclampsia, and to test all women for urinary tract infections.

“It was a combination of bench work and reading existing patents,” says Paseman. “Sean gave me a lot of freedom and responsibility.” Some of her work was done at the biomedical engineering building at JHU, where the Jhpiego engineers are based. After months of careful measuring and research, Paseman concludes that, “The work’s never really done in research, but I know I’ve contributed and my work is important.” What was most helpful to her was how the experience built her confidence.

“I feel like a peer with the people I encounter at MIT instead of just another high school student,” she says.

“These students are part of the process where new knowledge is being created, where they learn about the open-ended aspect of research,” says Perry. “They learn a lot about failure, something most of them are not familiar with. They learn a lot about patience and what it takes to tackle a question. They also learn what it takes to maintain excitement and focus over the long haul.”

HIGHER LEARNING

Five more programs that bridge high school and college

St. Paul’s School for Girls offers the Scholars Program, a three-year independent study opportunity that teaches students to research a chosen topic rigorously and report on community and global impact. Students may apply as freshmen to participate from sophomore through senior years. For her smile-inducing project, “Animals and People,” which looks at the effect of dogs on human anxiety, Catherine Schwab ’15 worked with Dr. Doug Granger of Johns Hopkins School of Nursing, the Center for Inter-disciplinary Salivary Bioscience Research and Drs. Cynthia Zahnow and Huili Li of the Sidney Kimmel Comprehensive Cancer Center at Hopkins Medical Institute.

Maryvale Preparatory School partners with Towson University and Anne Arundel Community College to provide online classes for their high-achieving high schoolers. Through Maryvale’s new Leadership Institute, the online courses enable Maryvale girls to start college armed with course credit and learn something about their intended major in comfy advance of the first semester of university life. Not to mention: The beefed-up transcripts impress admissions committees. Maryvale graduate Anna Karwacki ’14 took a class called Computing Programming Logic at Towson last year, which gave her an edge applying to Rochester Institute of Technology, where she now studies gaming. Upper School students may apply for short-term (one-day and weeklong) study onsite at both Johns Hopkins and the University of Maryland.

Boys’ Latin partners with What Works: Raising Boys, Engaging Guys and Educating Men, a psychologically inclined initiative led by Dr. Christopher Howard and Hampden-Sydney College. “What Works” partner Dr. Michael Thompson, a celebrated child psychologist, has served for the last two years as resident fellow at Boys’ Latin’s Bauer Institute for Leadership and Personal Growth, which serves to enhance personal growth and increase mentoring opportunities.

Each year, one student in the STEM Institute at the Roland Park Country School accepts an internship through Hopkins Department of Cognitive Science. Students regularly engage in study via the university’s celebrated Space Telescope Science Institute. Additionally, RPCS holds a Teach for America workshop with Becton, Dickinson and Co., in collaboration with Hopkins’ School of Education. RPCS Next Step Program links girls with opportunities at Loyola University and Morgan State. Typically, several seniors shadow professionals at UMD Shock Trauma. RPCS alumna Tanaira Cullens shares her eco research at Morgan State’s Pearl Center with the school’s Chesapeake Bay class. Meanwhile, teaching students from Goucher observe, intern and instruct in the Lower School.

McDonogh’s Energy and Environment Nexus Lab landed online last April. Penn State grad students Marta Hatzell and Mark Ullery helped bring the optimistic project to life—past parent Rob Kershner is the visionary who brought fuel cell technology to the new lab in the Naylor Building, where students will soon begin to apply their advanced learning to real-world eco problems like energy loss. Meanwhile, McDonogh’s choral program will collaborate with the Towson University choir for the second year this spring, including a joint performance on March 8 at Second Presbyterian Church. –Betsy Boyd

January/February 2015
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Chef Talk
Dave Thomas - Herb & Soul

Dave Thomas and his wife, Tonya, along with business partners Brandon Taylor and Yuriy Chernov, opened Herb & Soul in Parkville in 2012. The cozy, bustling restaurant specializes in what Thomas calls Southern fusion, comfort foods with a healthy twist. Think alligator etouffée, fry bread tacos with braised rabbit and anything kale. Herb & Soul Express, which opened in Hamilton in December, offers carryout and delivery of foods Thomas has become known for (both at the Parkville restaurant and his stand at the Sunday Farmers Market and Bazaar).

What are your food roots? My grandmother was a Blackfoot Indian, one generation out of slavery, from North Carolina. She had 13 acres in Howard County with apple trees, fig trees, pear trees, cherry trees. She had a garden; she butchered her own animals; she made root beer. I watched her make everything from scratch from her own fields. When I got into cooking, I wanted to do that.

Sounds like you were on top of a trend. People do look at it as a trend; that’s an unfortunate thing. If you look back to the 1950s, before industrial farming became dominant in the U.S., even if you went to the grocery store to buy food, they could point you to the farm where it came from.

Does your food have a message? I believe the Creator made everything to eat perfectly. As chefs, our job is to enhance what nature provides. I’ve done all the gastronomic stuff; I’ve worked with foams and know all the ways of making food look like something it’s not. I like simple food; simple flavors. I want people to eat healthy. But people want what they want. Some customers come in strictly for our fried chicken.

So you want people to eat close to the earth. Not only is that healthy, but you’re supporting the environment. I serve blue catfish because it’s invasive in Maryland waters. The indigenous white or channel catfish grow to only 10 to 15 pounds. Blue catfish is indigenous to Asia and was introduced in Maryland several years ago. The record caught was 120 pounds. It has no natural predators, so it’s eating all the things we love about the Chesapeake: baby oysters, baby rockfish, baby crabs. The only way to get rid of it is to cook it and eat it. 

Will the Express menu be different? We’ll have artisan pizza, along with our Southern fusion, po’boys, Navajo fry bread tacos. We sell them now at Baltimore Farmers Market.

Is Herb & Soul Express a prototype? We’re looking to do five to 10 locations. Our idea is to change the concept of carryout and delivery food. No buffalo wings or frozen chicken tenders. We won’t be selling steak-umms. I’ll be buying fresh top round from Roseda, and hand-slicing it. —Martha Thomas

January/February 2015
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Crazy Like a Swim Mom
Is the hectic pace of modern-day parenting drowning our grown-up passions?


I’m sure Kelly Elliott is a lovely person and a wonderful mother, but I really don’t envy her schedule.

Elliott, whose three young daughters are competitive swimmers, was featured in an October 2014 article in Real Simple about how best to nurture children’s talents. The magazine ran a sidebar showing a typical weekday for the Elliott family, which begins with a 4:15 a.m. wake-up and includes a dizzying litany of pickups and drop-offs and practices and laundry. (All those pool towels don’t just wash themselves, you know.)

And while Elliott’s devotion to her kids’ extracurriculars is probably a little more intense than average—the tagline of her blog, flylikeagirl.org, is “Crazy Swim Mom”—it seems like there’s a little more of the Crazy Swim Mom in all of us these days.

Last fall, my husband wrote a Facebook status that made many people laugh with knowing recognition.

Hey, if you guys aren’t doing anything tomorrow at 8 a.m., my son Ethan has a soccer game in Fallston, which is somewhere north of White Marsh and south of Delaware. Game time temps should be about 23 degrees. Let me know if you need directions.

Just a few weeks earlier, my brother, who lives outside of D.C., had posted a photo of a calendar reminder for my 11-year-old niece’s hockey game.

Which started on a Sunday at 6 a.m.

In Raleigh, North Carolina.

To be clear, I played the cello quite seriously as a kid; my husband played multiple sports. There is no question we want our kids to play sports and participate in other activities, even when that occasionally means standing in 23-degree weather 30 miles away. Last spring, I somehow volunteered to chaperone my son’s chess team trip to a tournament in Atlanta. By bus. (Let’s just say that upon returning, I drank the most well-deserved glass of wine in history.)

But it seems like the bar is slowly rising, with the occasional “Crazy Swim Mom” moment subtly morphing into the new normal. And whereas the Crazy Swim Mom might have been the outlier back in 1975, someone you might come across every now and then, they are now stock characters, front and center on the stage of modern parenting.

But what really concerns me is so many parents’ apparent willingness to be swept up in this tide, to surrender and even celebrate the inevitable insanity of it rather than to try to stem it or scale it back. I was startled to see that our son’s baseball league sold T-shirts that read “I Have No Life. My Son Plays Baseball.” A quick Google search shows that they make the shirt for parents whose kids play hockey, football and basketball, too, as well as those whose children dance, cheer, do gymnastics and just about any other activity you can think of.

Let’s reflect for a moment, shall we, on the peculiarities of a parenting culture in which having “no life” because of your children is not only…a thing, but a thing that parents would actually pony up $29.95 to jokingly announce to the world.

Houston, we have a problem.

I’m not sure if anyone can pinpoint the exact moment when the kid tail started wagging the parent dog, exactly, but it’s obvious that there has been a massive cultural shift since my own Generation X childhood. As Jennifer Senior so astutely points out in her 2014 book, “All Joy and No Fun: The Paradox of Modern Parenthood,” women who stayed at home used to be called “housewives.” Now? They’re called “stay-at-home mothers.”

“Motherhood is no longer viewed as simply a relationship with your children, a role you play at home and at school, or even a hallowed institution,” Heather Havrilesky recently wrote in The New York Times. “Motherhood has been elevated—or perhaps demoted—to the realm of lifestyle, an all-encompassing identity with demands and expectations that eclipse everything else in a woman’s life.”

It’s that eclipsing of everything else that made Real Simple feel the need to point out how crucial it is for parents to pursue their own hobbies and interests. “One of the most important things we can do is model an adulthood worth striving for,” psychologist Madeline Levine told the magazine. “Having nothing to do but watch kids throw a ball around all weekend may not be the best example to show our kids.”

And yet, here we are, spending weekend after weekend doing nothing but watching kids throw a ball around. Because that’s what everyone does. It’s not easy to extricate yourself from an identity that demands that you be all in, all the time. It’s hard to stand your ground and be the one parent who draws the line in the sand. The one who brings store-bought cupcakes (the horror!) to the school event rather than the Pinterest-worthy ones, or who opts not to have their kid try out for the travel team or get private sports coaching.

But what about the endgame? Where is the evidence that all this schlepping and hovering and catering to is actually benefiting our kids more than “watching ‘Gilligan’s Island’ every afternoon,” as Heather Havrilesky did? Is the intensity with which today’s kids participate in sports and activities actually making an appreciable, positive difference in their lives? Or is it just stressing all of us out?

I think the jury’s still out.

So in the meantime, I’m starting a T-shirt campaign of my own. Mine’s going to say “I’m determined to have a life. With kids who play sports.” Any takers?

Jennifer Mendelsohn lives with her husband and their two boys in Mount Washington. Her work has appeared in
The New York Times, People, Slate and USA Weekend.

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The Boy Next Door
A Rodgers Forge native lands a breakout role on HBO’s award-winning “Girls.”
By Ian Zelaya

Peter Mark Kendall is headed to the Iowa Writers’ Workshop—well, a fictionalized version at least. The 28-year-old Towson native has a recurring role in the upcoming fourth season of “Girls” (which premieres Jan. 11), starring alongside series creator Lena Dunham, whose character Hannah is ditching the Big Apple (and maybe her boyfriend?) to begin a new chapter in her life. Kendall, who studied music and theater at McDaniel College and received an M.F.A. at the Brown University/Trinity Rep joint program, was in town for the holidays from New York City when he spoke with STYLE about working under Dunham’s direction, sharing the big screen with Richard Gere and his big acting break in Baltimore.

STYLE: You portray Jeffrey in the newest season of “Girls.” Here’s the part where I ask you about your character—and whether he’s a love interest for Hannah.
KENDALL: That’s hush-hush. All I can really say is that, at the end of last season, Hannah decides to head off to the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. And Jeffrey is another M.F.A. student along with three or four others who are part of her writing workshop.

Are you a fan of the show, personally?

Before I got the part, I had seen an episode. Preparing for the role, I watched all of it and I just think it’s so wonderful. What happens on that show is always unexpected, which I appreciate.

Give us three adjectives to describe Lena Dunham.

Intelligent, warm and hardworking. It’s amazing being on set with her; I’m always in awe of how many hats she wears. She would be in a scene, call cut, go to the monitors, watch the footage, make a change in the script, then come back and give us directions and act in the scene. I find it difficult just to be an actor.

Here at STYLE, we’re big fans of “The Leftovers” on HBO—and we hear you appeared in an episode. Which one?

I’m in episode 4 [on the bus with Christina before it crashes into the car carrying those creepy “Loved Ones” dummies]. Here’s the most frustrating thing I learned about doing TV this year. I had a really nice arc in that episode, but they decided to rewrite it because they didn’t feel like they could introduce another character and storyline. Five percent of what I actually did made it onto the screen, which was a bummer because it was such a fun character. It was anti-climactic waiting for the show to come out, but that’s just the way it goes.

That show’s biggest secret is what happened to the “departed” after they disappeared. What’s your theory?

I don’t even want to make a guess. As a viewer, I revel in the mystery. I love how they leave it up in the air. I only got the info needed to play my character.

You also appear in some upcoming films, like “Louder than Bombs” starring Jesse Eisenberg and “Time Out of Mind,” where Richard Gere plays a homeless man trying to reconnect with his daughter (Jena Malone). How was it working with those big names?

“Time Out of Mind” was directed by Oren Moverman, who’s a filmmaker I really admire. He just called me up the day before I was supposed to start filming, asked me out to get a drink and talked about the way we were going to work. He was like, “Look, the script is very much a base so I want you to forget about it and see what happens.” That was awesome, because there was so much freedom to try anything on set. I play a guy named Connor, who owns the bar where Jena Malone works. There’s kind of a love interest between us—and a history. Richard Gere was lovely. When you’re carrying a film like that, stamina is a huge thing. It was clear he was trying to conserve his energy and keep his focus up between takes.

You have a recurring role in season three of “The Americans” on FX. The suspense never lets up on that show. What can you tell us about it?

My character’s name is Hans—and I’ve gotten to act a lot with Keri Russell, which has been amazing. There’s an intensity about that show which also translates to the set, because there’s just so much information. It’s really fun to be in that environment. To be in a spy show is very, very cool. The 10-year-old kid in me is thrilled.

Did your first acting audition go over well or was it a nightmare?

My first professional audition was for the Baltimore Shakespeare Festival when they were still around off of Roland Avenue. I was sick as a dog and I was still in my senior year of undergrad. It went really well and I ended up playing opposite Bruce Nelson in “The Taming of the Shrew” that summer. I just remember the drive down from McDaniel I was shaking and so nervous—trying to convince myself to go rather than turn back around. I’ve done so many auditions since then, now that [nervous] feeling is gone. I really look forward to them.

Was that your big break?

I really do think so. Because of that show, I did some shows at Center Stage, and I became close with Irene Lewis [former artistic director]. She helped me get into grad school and wrote a recommendation letter for me. It started my career as a professional actor.

Tell us something fun about your family.

My family emigrated from South Africa in 1985, and more than half of our family is in South Africa. My dad is an architect and my mom is a preschool teacher. They were always so supportive of the idea of trying to make a living as an artist. I also have three siblings; two older brothers and one older sister. The eldest, Simon was a professional actor for a long time as well. He was an inspiration and so helpful in getting my career started.

When you come back into town, is there a certain spot you like to revisit?

After undergrad, I was living in Hampden right off The Avenue—and I absolutely loved it. My folks are out in the woods in Pikesville, which is beautiful and quiet. If I could, I would totally live in Baltimore. New York is the place to be right now because of the kind of work that’s being done. But I really enjoy mid-sized cities like Providence and Baltimore. This is one of my favorite places on Earth.

Be it in film, stage or television, what is your dream role?

I’ve been so fortunate to be doing TV and films recently that I haven’t done a play in almost three years. I’m dying to get back onstage to do some classic stuff. I’d love to get a shot at “Hamlet” and I love Tennessee Williams. All of that wonderful, poetic language. In terms of TV and film, characters that have a big arc and make a big change would be the most fun to do. A sense of catharsis and revelation. Quirkier stuff, too. Right now, I’m just so thrilled to be working. All work is good work. With a little luck, I’ll get to keep on doing it.

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City Smart January/February
Hot Happenings In...
By Ian Zelaya

Northern Virginia

It’s the age-old food lover’s dilemma: Eat delicious, fatty food and sacrifice three hours at the gym per day, or stick to a strictly healthy diet and be left craving McDonald’s french fries. Luckily, you can get the best of both worlds if you head to True Food Kitchen in Fairfax’s upscale Mosaic District. The first of its kind on the East Coast, Fox Restaurant Concepts’ wellness-driven eatery features a grand selection of vegan, vegetarian and gluten-free dishes, and options for paleo and Mediterranean diet followers—and we can’t forget the array of fresh pressed non-alcoholic beverages and exotic cocktails. With a menu inspired by integrative medicine pioneer Andrew Weil, the newest location offers produce grown on Virginia, Maryland and Delaware farms. Dishes include a savory Spaghetti Squash Casserole, delectable Roasted Chicken Tandoori and a “see it to believe it” “Inside Out” Quinoa Burger. You’ll leave here feeling guilt-free and, more importantly, full. truefoodkitchen.com

Philadelphia

Many of us can’t go one day without indulging in a couple pieces of that luscious bar of milk or dark—but most chocolate lovers probably don’t think twice about the food’s fascinating heritage. Through Jan. 24, Chocolate: The Exhibition at Drexel University’s Academy of Natural Sciences can teach you all about the sometimes sweet, sometimes savory, sometimes spicy treat. Interactive stations allow you to explore a makeshift rain forest with cacao trees, travel back in time to the Aztec Empire where cacao seeds were used as currency, and learn how a simple seed turns into that Hershey bar you’re currently eating. While the exhibit is great for families, it’s also not a bad idea for a date—don’t miss the hot chocolate bar and a 21-and-over beer and chocolate tasting reception. ansp.org

New York City

Larry David is no stranger to playing a semi-fictionalized version of himself. His self-created misanthropic counterpart on HBO’s “Curb Your Enthusiasm” had our stomachs hurting (usually with laughter) for eight seasons. Now, we can witness David play another version of himself onstage in Fish in the Dark, a new Broadway play written by and starring the “Seinfeld” co-creator. While plot specifics are still under wraps, we know that the story is a comedy about 15 characters dealing with a death in the family (fingers crossed for a hilariously awkward shiva) and that it’ll be David’s first stage play “since the eighth grade,” as he revealed to The New York Times. No matter what, count us in for a show that also stars Rosie Perez and is directed by Tony-winner Anna D. Shapiro of “August: Osage County.” Hopefully, it won’t be that depressing. Previews begin Feb. 2 at Cort Theatre. fishinthedark.com

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Star Power
Pick the perfect workout for your sign—with inside tips from a self-proclaimed gym rat.
By Jessica Bizik



Consider me the Miss Cleo of your fitness future. While I’m no fortune teller (hey, neither was she), I am an expert on group exercise trends—and a social animal who gets to know many different personalities at local studios and gyms. (I also happen to be a Sagittarius who lost 50 pounds last year.) So behold! Your resolution-friendly 2015 Fitness Horoscope, featuring motivational classes to help you slim down, pump up or chill out.

Aries
March 21-April 19

You’re more ram than lamb and enjoy workouts where you can blow off steam and get serious results. But who needs Insanity DVD star “Shaun T” (or his shiny six-pack) when you have petite powerhouse “Shana H” (that’s Harris) who teaches his technique in a women’s-only class at the Jewish Community Center (JCC) in Park Heights? Work at your body’s max capacity in 3- to 5-minute intervals, with just a few secs in between to gulp some air or water. Or as I like to call it: “Burpee till you Barf!” One-day pass, $15. jcc.org

Still Crazy: BeachFIT Baltimore in Fells Point also offers 30-minute Insanity (you may still barf); plus Insanity Strength and Core, which limits jumping and pumps up plyometrics. Or hang ten with instructor Jessie Benson, who recently adapted her FloYo paddle board classes for the studio’s SurfSet equipment. No bathing suit required! Single class, $10-$15. Monthly passes available. beachfitbaltimore.com

Taurus
April 20-May 20

Oh, sensual Taurus, you’re no Raging Bull. You usually end up on the couch eating bonbons—or texting your impressive list of lovers. Resolve to get ring-ready with Technical Boxing (think Boxing 101) at Knockout Fitness in Federal Hill. Competitive boxing pros/bros Chris and Jason Nissley will treat you with kid gloves—teaching you proper technique in a fun “no judgment zone.” Bonus: They’ll even prepare clean meals for you! (Jason’s a nutritionist.) Single class, $15-$18. First class free. Monthly passes available. knockoutfitnessmd.com

Waiting to Exhale: If your “flight or fight” response is already on overdrive, try a Healing Breath workshop at Sid Yoga in Towson, where the handsome guru will train you to use everyday oxygen for “emotional release, mental clarity and physical freedom.” Next session: Jan. 25. Fee, $35-$45. sidyoga.com

Gemini
May 21-June 20

Two-faced? Not a chance. Indecisive? Maybe a little. The twin sign gets bored easily so you need variety in your workouts. Get to REV Cycle Studio in McHenry Row for Rip & Ride with “Crazy” Eddie DeVaughan —the only man who can make this writer get out of bed at 5:30 a.m.! It’s 30 percent cycling paired with 70 percent toning—using hand weights you lift while still pedaling the bike. That adds up to 100 percent TLC for your upper and lower body (not to mention your heart) from Charm City’s most lovable instructor. Single class, $15-$18. Monthly passes available. revuup.com

Get Cheeky. You’ll never get bored at “butt school.” That’s what die-hard devotees call Pop Physique in Mount Vernon, where no Pop Sculpt class (an intense Pilates/ballet hybrid) is ever the same. Who knew there were so many uses for little pink balls…or profanity? Single class, $16-$18. Monthly passes available. popphysique.com

Cancer
June 21-July 22

You’re a gentle soul who can be sensitive at times, so a military style boot camp might make you crabby (or even cry). Chin up, buttercup. You were born to take Becky Kelly’s Power Pilates Mat class at The MAC in Timonium. This tattooed sweet-talker will make you laugh (I swear, she reminds me of Rosie from “The Real Housewives of New Jersey!”) as she challenges your core and validates your feelings. It’s amazing how much self-respect you can muster, while pretending to hold a winning lottery ticket with your (tightly squeezed) tush. One-day pass, $15. Free membership trials available. macwellness.com

Fast and Furious: Brick Bodies now offers “Quickies” (love the name!), 30-minute versions of its most popular classes and small group programs. Try Metabolic Training with Charlie Pistorio at Belvedere Square who’ll send any Cancer “homebody” home in a jiffy still burning calories—after she schools you on the battle ropes, of course. Small group quickies, $10-$15 per session. Other quickie classes free for members. Complimentary trials available. brickbodies.com

Leo
July 23-Aug. 22

You’re a lioness, a leader and a self-motivated showoff. (No surprise your celeb sisters are J-Lo and Madonna!) Unleash that sexy at Body Jam with Franchesca Ski, who teaches the video vixen-worthy class at Merritt Athletic Club on Fort Avenue. While Ski’s “regulars” range in age from 20s to 40s, what we all have in common is the confidence we’ve gained from learning her challenging choreography. (And the realization that we can twerk way better than Miley Cyrus.) One-day pass, $25. Free membership trials available. merrittclubs.com

Turn Down for What? If fancy footwork intimidates you, try WERQ-ing out with Sonja Burns, who teaches the beginner-friendly dance class at Brick Bodies in Owings Mills and occasional Saturdays at the Athleta store in Towson. The only guessing you’ll do is what color her hair will be (blue? purple?) when you show up. werqfitness.com

Virgo
Aug. 23-Sept. 22

Virgos are whip-smart but sometimes shy and self-critical, so you’d rather die than ask someone how to use that newfangled Stairmaster at the gym. Take baby steps in Barre Lite at the new Inline Barre studio in Perry Hall. Perfect for coming back from an injury, new moms and gals with a “bun in the oven”—or anybody who wants more detailed instruction on the workout craze du jour. Single class, $10-$15. Monthly passes available. inlineartofexercise.com

Beginner’s Luck: If you’re scared to lift weights, but you still want to build muscle (hint: ladies, it improves your metabolism!) Les Mills’ Body Pump, at several local gyms, will turn that barbell into your BFF. I love Mark and Sue Ortiz’s tag-team approach at Merritt Fort Avenue, where the married couple divides up teaching the class and providing individual coaching. lesmills.com

Libra
Sept. 23-Oct. 22

Balance is your bag, baby. But ditch the scales of justice and just try balancing yourself in Kimberlee Strome’s playful Stability Ball Blast class at LifeBridge Health and Fitness in Pikesville. Social Libras will love her creative, high-energy cardio/core approach where you’ll bounce around doing jumping jacks on the ball, not to mention chest flies, curtsy lunges and even belly dancing moves. Free with membership. One-day pass, $30. Complimentary trials available. lbhfitness.com

Hold On: Or try TRX the club’s Navy SEALs-inspired suspension classes, where you’ll use simple yellow straps to perform hundreds of functional exercises (not all in the same session). While several area clubs offer trendy TRX training, LifeBridge is the only one we could find that includes it free with membership. Nice perk! trxtraining.com

Scorpio
Oct. 23-Nov. 21

You may seem like an Ice Queen (or King) who’s calm/cool/collected on the outside, but there’s a fiery intensity burning deep inside of you. (Steamy Scorpios include Matthew McConaughey and Leonardo DiCaprio.) Sweat out your demons at M. Power Yoga’s Melt Hot Fusion, practiced in a 101- to 104-degree studio with 40 percent humidity. It’s great if you want to lose weight—or that chip on your shoulder. Single class, $12-$18. Monthly passes available. Free 10-day trial for all new students. mpoweryogastudio.com

Hips Don’t Lie. Dance parties trump pushups, which is why Zumba remains a worldwide phenom. But instructors can vary widely—shake it, don’t break it! My fave is smiley Dana Cala, who’ll turn you into a Zumba narcissist—vying for mirror time to see your caliente self in action. Catch the lovely Ms. Cala at Mt Zion United Methodist Church on Liberty Heights Avenue ($5 walk-in), as well as MAC Harbor East and Baltimore Fitness and Tennis. fitnessandtennis.com

Sagittarius
Nov. 22-Dec. 21

The jovial archer—always looking to the sky—you get down when people try to control you or point out your natural limitations. Forget those naysayers in Air Yoga at the Canton Club, a Cirque du Soleil-esque class where you’ll warrior, pigeon and downward facing dog using a purple silk sling that’s suspended from the ceiling. Newbies, choose fun-loving Cecelia Bellomo, who’s not too snooty to clown around but will make sure you’re safe. At the end of class, she’ll wrap you in the silk hammock, turn on soft music and give you a gentle push so you can swing for savasana. Free for members. One-day pass, $20. Thirty-day club trial, $29. cantonclub24.com 

Second Act: Or try Red Velvet Yoga (sorry, cake not included) at Fit! in Towson, where ruby colored silkies hang from the gym’s Queenax monkey bars system. Single class, $15 for members. fitgymusa.com

Capricorn
Dec. 22-Jan. 19

Like a determined billy goat, Capricorns believe they can climb any mountain. Prove it in a six-week Peak Performance Training course at Earth Treks in Timonium or Columbia. Your PPT team will meet twice a week to work on “fitness, movement and motivation” (including visualization exercises and how to manage fear). Not that you’re ever afraid.  Members, $199. Nonmembers, $299. earthtreksclimbing.com

Being Green. Caps are good with money (many become bankers; financial advisers) and tend to be thrifty or even, well, cheap. Invest in your well-being at Charm City Yoga’s $6 cash-only “community classes” at all seven locations—they’re a bargain for wannabe yogis (or workaholics) on a budget. charmcityyoga.com

Aquarius
Jan. 20-Feb. 18

You’re a brainiac who loves technology and gadgets. So your fitness fetish is anything that utilizes the latest geek-chic equipment. Enter the MEGAbarre—a feat of engineering so dark and imposing, the staff at Barre in Quarry Lake calls it “diabolical” right on their website. Hop onto this Transformer-looking beast as your instructor (we love Nan Rehfield) guides you through a series of lengthening-and-strengthening maneuvers that’ll have you sweating more than a scene from “The Devil Wears Spandex.” (Seriously, bring a towel—and nubby, no-slip socks.) $20-$30 per session. barreonline.com

Newton’s Law: Or try Gravity at Bare Hills Fitness and Tennis. Originally designed for physical therapists, the GTS platform glides and inclines to give you full range of motion that won’t stress your joints during this small group class led by a personal trainer. Six-week session. Members, $120. Nonmembers, $150. barehills.com

Pisces
Feb. 19-March 20

You’re a go-with-the-flow person who prefers not to make waves. Embrace your escapist tendencies with a visit to Haven on the Lake, the new Howard County retreat featuring movement classes by the Columbia Association and holistic treatments by The Still Point Spa. Find bliss in the 86-degree pool doing Aqua Tai Chi then reward yourself with a mani/pedi or detoxifying wrap. (Aqua Pilates and Aqua Barre also available.) Single class for members, $25. Nonmembers, $55. Packages and monthly memberships available. havenonthelake.org

Just Breathe. If the “spa” vs. “gym” mentality does it for you, consider yoga or Pilates mat classes at Ojas Wellness in Pikesville and Mount Washington. Their $79/month WellPass entitles VIPs to unlimited monthly group classes—plus discounts on massage, spa services and more. ojaswellness.com

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In The Bleak Midwinter
By Christopher Corbett


If there is anyone who would speak a few words on behalf of the month of January, let them come forward now. I think it unlikely.

January is an unloved month. The most unloved.

Coming as it does after the holidays, after the season to be jolly, our revels now are ended and all that.

Traditionally it is a season of remorse, a kind of hangover. Guilt! Shame! Recrimination! Regret! Right? People are said to take drastic action, join health clubs and gyms. Take up Pilates and Zumba and hot yoga. Take up chia, açaí juice, almond milk, kale and tofu.

New Year’s resolutions are made (and quickly unmade, but it’s the guilt that’s important). Some wicked sinners forsake the strong waters. Others forsake the sot-weed. Farewell to fast food. Better take the Burgerator app off your iPhone.

By the time you read this you may have already broken a New Year’s resolution or two. I will have. I do not need to make New Year’s resolutions. I’m married. My wife makes them for me. All the time. New Year’s resolutions for me are made on an ad hoc basis.

Daily, weekly, monthly. Not just at the start of the new year.

But for most folks January is the grim season of repentance. In a really big and nonsecular way, January out-Lents Lent. Not quite 40 days of denial, fast and abstinence, but January symbolizes the proverbial clean slate. New beginnings. New horizons. New directions.

A fresh start. You get the idea.

Sounds like rehab? It is. It’s the month of rehab with a whole rehabilitative year before you and you better try to straighten yourself out! (That might be my wife talking.) Americans are a nation of Calvinists. They like that rehab thing. Avoid the near temptations of sin! The road to perdition is paved with temptations.

Try to be a better person. Well, try at least. It’s no mere accident that people seem a bit down in January. (I have found trying to be a better person particularly daunting. I no longer try.)

January is a guilty month, too, because we remember the sins of the past year (and we miss them). And spring seems far, far away. Probably because it is. There’s a lot of repenting you can do between Jan. 1 and the third week of March. The ancients displayed the god Janus—from whom the month takes its name—as two-faced, a god of transition, looking backward and forward.

January is really about winter, the bleak midwinter spoken of in the poem and hymn. William Shakespeare makes only two mentions of the dreaded month in his works (neither good). The bard speaks of the blasts of January. In other words, it’s COLD. And he makes a little joke about a hot January—which, of course, is not possible.

The days are among the year’s shortest. Daylight is at a premium. It gets dark early and it stays dark. Folks suffer seasonal light deprivation. Kale won’t help that. And it’s the coldest month in this hemisphere. I do not believe anyone enjoys January. We endure it.

February has two popular holidays. Groundhog Day, the High Holiday of hope that the winter might soon be over if a little rodent named Punxsutawney Phil doesn’t see his shadow, and Valentine’s Day, the High Holiday for all hope abandon (love is all you need). February is also three days shorter than January. And when February is over, it’s March—and March is, no matter what happens, the sniff of spring.

January is why we go to warm places in the winter. I am planning very soon to spend my bleak midwinter someplace where there is no winter. I am a late convert to the sunny climes, I admit it. I rolled my eyes at Florida and the Caribbean for decades. I had been there, but they seemed to make no impression on me. But now I have begun to like the idea of escaping winter.

Last year, we went to Puerto Rico in January. This was largely because we had free Southwest Airlines tickets and we could fly direct to San Juan from BWI. I thought that a sign from the gods that we were meant to go.

Let me tell you just one thing about Puerto Rico. It was 6 degrees when we left BWI. Four hours later, it was 86 degrees in Old San Juan. And that’s why people go to warm places in the winter. First, to escape the cold. But secondly to take some comfort in knowing that back home someone is freezing.

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Rescue Me: Photo Essay
Seven locals talk warm fuzzies after adopting animals in need.
Photography by Justin Tsucalas


Esther Collinetti
Co-owner, REV Cycle Studio

When Eva was dropped off at BARCS at the age of 7 months, she was malnourished and needed tons of love. My friend Lisa decided to foster the pup—and, at the same time, there was this adorable cat who had become very attached to her in the shelter and “demanded” to come along. One day, Lisa posted a Facebook pic of Eva and Petunia curled up together in a ball on the couch—and, for me, that was it. Love at first sight! My husband and I immediately put in our application to adopt them both, and they’re the best thing that’s ever happened in our lives.

Charles Miller
Jewelry Designer

Spike was seized with over 100 other birds in an SPCA raid in 2000. My son initially named him Pickles, but after we got to know his personality, we realized that he is really more of a Spike. He doesn’t talk in words, but is very vocal. His specialty: imitating every ring tone on my wife Lani’s phone. Most disturbing: the smoke alarm. He loves to harass Nyima, a Tibetan mastiff, who is by far the gentler of the two and also a rescue. He was born in a Buddhist monastery, but was too small to sell.

Maggie Smith
Ninth-grader

When the stray cat we rescued started getting fat, we guessed it wasn’t just from my family’s home cooking. A few weeks later, she gave birth in a walk-in closet in my mom’s bedroom. The “surprise” kittens were an incredible amount of work, but my friends and I took care of them (with a little help from grown-ups) almost around the clock. After they were weaned, we gave the three kittens to good homes, but Jeju [seen above] stayed with us—and became fast friends with Peeps, our fluffy yellow rescue from a shelter. My Korean grandmother says if an animal wanders into our lives it’s the spirit of a deceased ancestor, and we should take care of it. It will give us good fortune.

Gregory Pokrywka
Physician, GBMC

Right now I’ve got more than 30 turtles living on my property, but definitely my favorite was my first—Testudo, named after the mascot of the University of Maryland. In the Outer Banks, I saw something drop from the mouth of a seagull and it was a baby box turtle! I probably should have named him Lucky! Turtles definitely are not the warm and fuzzy type of pet, more of a renegade pet. It’s like having a dinosaur. They are ancient and calm. And they all have a smile.

Morgan Cillo
Horse Trainer

Getting Ripley was a leap of faith. The only thing I knew about him was his age, 7, and that the next stop after the auction was the dog food factory. Initially, the plan was to buy him, train him and resell him—mostly just to get him out of that terrible place. He was a challenge for sure, one of the most difficult horses I’ve ever ridden, completely feral, under-muscled with a strange build. But he’s also one of the most athletic. He’s a freak of nature. I’m so glad I stuck with it and decided to keep him.



Andrew Cavanaugh

Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army

I knew that Bane was the one for me the first time I saw him. He came running out of the Humane Society’s door shaking his whole body and peeing in every direction, then plopped down at my feet and rolled over for me to rub his chest. I named him Bane after the villain in the Batman movie; they have a similar hairdo, but his temperament is just the opposite. I’m glad I chose a rescue instead of just going to a breeder. Everyone deserves someone to love them. Dogs and people alike, we all just want to be cared for.

Read dog-lover Shannon Dunn’s “Rescue Me” essay.

January/February 2015
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Rescue Me
A dog lover talks warm fuzzies with six other locals who've adopted animals in need.
By Shannon Dunn / Photographed By Justin Tsucalas


In shelters like barcs and the SPCA, it doesn’t sound like those sad commercials with Sarah McLachlan singing about angels. It’s pretty barking loud in there.

In 2002, I was actually considering a different dog when I happened to turn around and see Echo, a skinny white mutt with one blue eye and one brown sitting in the back of the cage, so serious and quiet. As the other dogs frantically voiced their opinions, Echo seemed to be waiting politely for a formal introduction. I took him home the next day. Then, after six years of happy and loyal companionship, I encountered a straggly little dog running around a 7-Eleven parking lot on a cold February night. He was filthy, a little bloody, and very mean. Regardless, I wrapped him in my pashmina and took him home. This is, by the way, exactly what you are not supposed to do when encountering a stray dog. But Ike was all of 8 pounds and he added a new spirit to our little pack—after some serious training.

I felt blessed that I had the time and resources—both financial and emotional —to provide both of these pups with homes. It can be heartbreaking to think of the numbers, but approximately 7.6 million companion animals enter animal shelters nationwide every year. Of that number, about 2.7 million shelter animals are adopted each year (1.4 million dogs and 1.3 million cats), while another 2.7 million are euthanized.

Joy Freedman, dog behaviorist and obedience instructor with almost 20 years experience, cautions about rushing out to save a pet without doing your research. “Think realistically if you have the time and energy to put into caring for a pet. Take one of those Internet quizzes to determine what kind of breed best suits you and your lifestyle,” says Freedman, who’s also a board member of Rockville-based rescue Mutts Matter Rescue (and the trainer who helped me to rehabilitate Ike).

“Remember that even the smartest, best adjusted dog will never be more capable than a 3-year-old child.”

When I talk about adopting shelter pets and strays, I’ve heard a lot of concern about “not knowing what you’re getting.” True, I didn’t know what I was getting, but in the case of Echo I got a much better deal than I could have
brokered with a breeder. He was house-broken and already knew his name and most basic dog manners. 

All pets from reputable shelters and rescues, including local Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS), are screened for health and temperament issues. They also come spayed or neutered and micro-chipped, which saves you time and possibly your pet’s life someday. “These groups work really hard to make sure that pets are matched with their best owners,” Freedman says. “Otherwise, the pets can end up right back where they started, at the shelter. A forever home is the ultimate goal.”

Although my landlord told me no pit bulls, the breed certainly has its hard-core devotees. Freedman offered this succinct piece of guidance: “Pit bulls are just Jack Russells on steroids. They are terriers and all terriers need a strong owner. ”

Virtually every American Kennel Club breed, along with purebred cats, reptiles and birds, has a corresponding rescue group. This means if you have your heart set on a Weimaraner or a Himalayan, you can get one at a discounted price from a rescue organization and save a life.

Whatever the circumstances of surrendered animals, those of us who have loved them are grateful for the chance to welcome them into our lives, as brief as their time with us seems. At the end of September, my good dog Echo passed away. While I continue to mourn the loss of his bark at 6 a.m., I find myself remembering the lessons Echo taught me about how to gracefully start over and begin a new life—and also the family who kindly and humanely passed him on when they were unable to care for him.

So while rescuing an animal is not always easy—Ike has surely proven that—it’s well worth the effort. If I had a tail, I’d wag it. If I had wings, I’d flap them. And if I could live 100 years like a turtle, I still might not be able to describe the joy and friendship that my adopted pets have given me. In getting to know the amazing people (and their fuzzy, feathered and hard-shelled friends) in this story, I know they all feel the same way.

View The Pets!

January/February 2015
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T-T-T-T-Touch Me
A memoirist and a neuroscientist nerd out over why all sex is sensational.
By Marion Winik

A few years ago, I was lying sick in bed when I received a very nice email. A neuroscientist named David Linden had sent me a link to his blog entry that referenced an essay I’d written remembering my father. Ten seconds of Googling later, I was pretty impressed with my new friend, the author of two best-selling brain books, “The Accidental Mind” and “The Compass of Pleasure: How Our Brains Make Fatty Foods, Orgasm, Exercise, Marijuana, Generosity, Vodka, Learning, and Gambling Feel So Good.” I read both, smitten with Linden’s combination of storytelling, humor and amazing things you didn’t know about the brain.

We spent the next year becoming close, during which time he began working on his latest book, “Touch: The Science of Hand, Heart, and Mind.” I, on the other hand, began working on a dating memoir called “Highs in the Low Fifties,” in which he appears as The Brainiac.

Like David’s other books, “Touch” uses personal anecdotes to introduce scientific concepts. Given the topic, these stories are often pretty hot. But since I recently played a role in setting him up with his current girlfriend, the food editor of this magazine, I didn’t think she’d mind if we talked about, um, sex.

MW: I was just rereading Chapter 3, which opens with a story about when you had jury duty in Baltimore City on an intensely serious trial, which arose from an alleged sex criminal literally being “rubbed the wrong way.” Why do some caresses drive us crazy in a good way and others the opposite?

DL: We humans are highly evolved for social interaction. We can interpret in exquisite detail the tone of someone’s voice, the direction of their gaze or their facial expression. The same is true of social touching. When asked to rate caresses on the arm, most people zero in on the same ideal: a caress delivered with light-to-moderate force at a speed of about one to two inches per second.

MW: That’s pretty precise!

DL: That’s because the features of an ideal caress are not determined in the brain but in a special type of caress-sensing nerve ending [called C-tactile fibers] found only in hairy skin. These fibers send their signals to a part of the brain which is specialized for interpreting the emotional content of touching.

MW: Hairy skin? But aren’t most of our erogenous zones pretty smooth?

DL: Even seemingly smooth spots like the cheek, inner arm and inner thigh are covered in fine hairs. The C-tactile nerve endings wrap around the hair follicles to sense hair deflection during a caress. The nerve endings responsible for sexual sensation are a different type, found in the hairless skin of the genitals and to a lesser degree in the lips and the nipples. It’s called a mucocutaneous end-organ…

MW: Sexy!

DL: In German it’s even better: Genitalnervenkörperchen.

MW: And yet we can’t read Braille with our genitals, I seem to remember.

DL: If readers of my book retain one fact for cocktail party chatter, it’s that. Although the hairless skin of the genitals is very sensitive—it can detect a very light touch—it cannot locate the touch with great precision. It’s similar to the cornea of the eye in that respect. A tiny bit of grit in the eye will hurt like hell but where it is can be hard to determine.

The portions of the skin that have fine resolution of texture and form, like the fingertips, lips and tongue, have a different nerve ending, called a Merkel complex, specialized for that job. The clitoris and glans penis almost completely lack Merkel endings and so they fail at Braille reading.

MW: Yet who can fault them when they are so good at other things? On another note, one of the pleasures of our friendship has been talking about books. What writers have influenced you?

DL: One of my favorite science writers is Olivia Judson, a former Baltimorean and the author of “Dr. Tatiana’s Sex Advice to All Creation.” Judson’s shtick is that she’s a sex advice columnist for animals: “Dear Dr. Tatiana, I’m a Madagascar stick insect female and this male has been on my back mating with me for three days. Why does he do it and how can I get him to stop?” She uses this comic device to get at some rather sophisticated issues in the evolutionary biology of sex. 

Science books are fun, but I mostly read contemporary fiction. I have particularly enjoyed some of the recent novels that have had scientists as their main characters like Elizabeth Gilbert’s “The Signature of All Things” and Lily King’s “Euphoria.”

MW: A man who knows his way around a bookstore AND a nervenkörperchen... sigh.

David Linden will be reading and signing books at the Ivy Bookshop (6080 Falls Road, Baltimore) on Wednesday, Feb. 11, at 7 p.m. theivybookshop.com

January/February 2015
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The Associated’s Annual Keynote Event
December 2014

Zappos Insights founder Robert Richman inspired guests at The Associated’s Annual Keynote Event when he shared how the pioneering online shoe and clothing company transformed the concept of customer care. Co-chaired by Jill and Michael Mull and Dara and Charles Schnee, this signature event for $1,000 donors to The Associated: Jewish Community of Baltimore’s Annual Campaign was held at the Marriott Waterfront Hotel on December 11, 2014 The evening, which attracted community leaders, including 2015 Annual Campaign Chair J.M. Schapiro, the brother of Jill and Dara, Shelly Malis, the 2015 Women’s Campaign Chair, Rina Janet, Associated Women President, and Mark D. Neumann, The Associated’s Chair of the Board, began with a private dinner with Robert Richman, followed by an elegant cocktail reception and then Richman’s keynote address. Guests were also inspired by a video of how The Associated helps the vulnerable in the Baltimore community and in Israel.

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Drink Me
Man's Best Friend
By Ginny Lawhorn, award-winning bartender at Landmark Theatres, Harbor East and founder of Tend for a Cause.

Put down the bloody mary. Your “hair of the dog” go-to may be making you feel worse with its high dose of dehydrating sodium and the added sugar in many mixes. Enter your new Sunday (Funday) staple. It’s savory, refreshing and even vitamin-rich! (We didn’t call it “healthy” but you can.)

2 oz American Star Caviar Lime vodka
1 oz wheatgrass juice
3 oz kale juice
3 oz spinach juice
1 tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp Sriracha

Combine all ingredients over ice in a mixing tin. Stir gently for 15 seconds and serve in a highball glass.

January/February 2015
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BMA 100th Anniversary Gala and Party




It was a night to remember at the Baltimore Museum of Art, which recently hosted its 100th Anniversary Gala and the Party of the Century in celebration of the museum’s centennial, as well as the newly renovated Dorothy McIlvain Scott American Wing. Both sold-out events, Gala and Party guests entered the BMA on Nov. 15 through the reopened historic Merrick Entrance. In their finest black tie, Gala guests enjoyed cocktails and music by the New Legacy Jazz Band, while Party guests enjoyed drinks, savory dishes and desserts and—most importantly—danced the night away. To plan your next trip to the revitalized museum (no gown or tuxedo required), visit artbma.org—and don’t forget the brand new BMA Shop, including fun finds for holiday shopping, like those found in STYLE’s 2014 Gift Guide.

December 2014
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Skinny Supper
Farewell Food Court
By Martha Thomas



Everything about Seasons 52 at the Mall in Columbia is alluring: seasonal dishes presented with aesthetic flair, mindful of color, flavor and texture. The restaurant décor is rustic chic, with stone-accented walls and wooden wine bins, hundreds of glasses suspended above the bar. The place offers 52 wines by the glass—chosen by co-owner and master sommelier George Miliotes. And here’s the best part: Entrees all purport to be 475 calories or less.

Mind you, this is a chain. There are close to 50 Seasons 52 branches throughout the U.S., comfortably at home in shopping malls and the type of Towne Center that pipes music from speakers hidden in the shrubbery.

But if you find yourself in such a place—say, shopping for holiday gifts—and your feet are dragging and you really, really need a glass of pinot, I’ll wager the boneless rainbow trout or roasted quail with mushroom risotto stuffing will make you much happier than the best TGI Fridays has to offer. Plus, the “mini indulgences”—small portions of sweets like blueberries and lemon curd or Belgian chocolate s’mores—won’t wreck your diet.

10300 Little Patuxent Parkway, Columbia, 410-715-1152, seasons52.com

December 2014
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Globe Trotting
By Ian Zelaya

When Caleb Luke Lin studied illustration at MICA, he realized he preferred to depict literal rather than interpretive information. “I enjoy taking concrete points of data and conveying them in an artistic sense,” says the 23-year-old, who designed this eye-popping hand-painted Globe of Animal Migration Routes—a nod to his passion for biodiversity. Lin researched how far and for what purpose certain animals traveled. “I didn’t know some birds go from the Arctic to the Antarctic every single year, and how far into the Arctic Circle whales will go to eat krill,” he says. While the globe is one-of-a-kind, he also sells gorgeously illustrated Baltimore maps and accessories at Trohv in Hampden, where (if you hurry) you can pick up this beauty for $500. Trohv, 921 W. 36th St., 410-366-3456, trohvshop.com

December 2014
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Central Perk
At CUPs Coffeehouse in Hollins Market, the young employees are brewing with potential.
By Andrew Zaleski

James Stewart is showing off his shoes, a pair of Reebok sneakers almost as new as the ink needled into his biceps. On his right arm is the number 9, and on the left the number 7, stitched together to signify the year the 17-year-old Digital Harbor High School student was born. Underneath the 9 is “Paula”—his mother’s name, and one made all the more important because she didn’t have to buy him his tattoos.

“I’m buying most of my stuff. I got nice sneakers on right now. I got a lot of nice stuff, so I’ve got to work to get nice stuff,” he says. “I can’t keep going to my mother.”

Using his own money is a point of pride for Stewart, who, on this particular Friday afternoon, is wearing only one article of clothing he didn’t have to buy: his CUPs Coffeehouse shirt. It’s Stewart’s first job, and while barista isn’t a position he intends to carry long-term, working at this small, corner coffee shop in Baltimore’s Hollins Market neighborhood has not only made his wallet a bit fatter; it also has helped him grow up in and out of school, he says.

“I never had any work experience. Working, believe it or not, it gets you mature,” says Stewart. “Now in school I don’t get in trouble. I come to the school with a whole different demeanor. I come to school ready to work.”

The shop itself is owned and operated by Holly Gray, an ebullient woman in her late 30s who moved to Hollins Market about 12 years ago and founded CUPs two years back.

“I was constantly frustrated by the fact that there was nowhere for me to go if I wanted to grab a cup of coffee or just meet with a group of friends,” she says.

But the coffeehouse serves a secondary, more significant purpose. A nonprofit coffee shop, CUPs is an extension of the volunteer work Gray did tutoring teen-age girls through an after-school program at Monroe Street United Methodist Church. During that time, she would eventually open her house and invite the girls to work on homework there.

At CUPs, a similar vibe pervades, as children and teens from the neighborhood travel in and out to purchase lunch or a drink, spend time drawing or grab a book from the shop’s library and read.  The most intriguing action is happening behind the counter.

Gray exclusively hires teens and adults between 16 and 24 who are transitioning out of foster home care or considered at-risk—potential victims to the perils of street violence and drug-dealing. Her employees, seven baristas right now, take life-skills classes twice a month in financial literacy, resume writing and more. They also complete eight hours of community service in the Hollins Market neighborhood every month. Stewart, who started working at CUPs in August 2013, spends his time in a neighborhood rain garden steps away from the shop on South Arlington Avenue.

“They all really struggle with confidence, with the ability to speak to people that are unfamiliar,” Gray says of the kids she has hired. During CUPs’ first year of operation, she says all 12 of her employees had been physically attacked, at home, in the neighborhood or at school. “They carry around these things. Inwardly they feel beat down.”

So far Gray hasn’t drawn a salary from CUPs—all the money the shop makes goes toward paying her employees—and keeping the lights on and the Zeke’s Coffee brewing. The ultimate goal is to have her employees spend a year at CUPs, and then find full-time employment elsewhere or pursue their education.

“I had my first job when I was 14,” says Gray. “I had all those opportunities and I could develop and follow that path to success, and those just weren’t readily available here.”

Stewart knows his time at the shop is almost up, but he’s ready for the next step. The eldest of three, he’s been the man of the house for 11 years, looking out for his mother and younger sisters. He sets aside a portion of his wages for his family. After graduating high school, he plans to head to community college and begin studying to become a registered nurse. The future’s uncertain, but the sandwich wraps he’s made and the cups of coffee he’s poured have done more than give him some pocket money.

“You can grow up in a community like this and still make it somewhere—that’s what Miss Holly does,” he says. “She’ll give you a chance.” 

December 2014
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Can't Miss This Bus
By Ian Zelaya




Dodge the rain on the B, take a selfie on the U or lay back and relax on the S. Needless to say, waiting for the bus has gotten a little less boring on South East Avenue in Highlandtown, thanks to the creation of the most obvious (yet brilliant) bus stop of all time. The three 14-foot-tall, 7-foot-wide sculptures went viral when first unveiled in front of the Creative Alliance in July, as part of the initiative TRANSIT–Creative Placemaking with Europe in Baltimore. Created by Madrid-based artist collective mmmm, the wood and steel structure is its second U.S. installation, serving as an effective bus stop, but also designed to stand out as a quirky, signature piece of Baltimore art. “We love the people in Baltimore. They like to work, and to party,” says mmmm’s Eva Salmerón. “The city has a lot of personality. It reminds us of Madrid in a way, as both are open cities where everybody is welcome.”

December 2014
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Naughty or Nice
By Christopher Corbett

The words “naughty or nice” actually only appear once in the popular Christmas song “Santa Claus is Coming (or Comin’) to Town,” which observes its 80th season to be jolly this year. It’s a secular little ditty. No mention of the Birthday Boy in this tune, no siree. No references to the Nazarene. It might be Baby Jesus’ big day but you’d never know it from this number. The word “Christmas” only appears once in the last bit of the song and that is the part that is never sung. That makes it perfect for malls and elevators or wherever the songs of the season blast and bray.

Just a holly jolly song that anyone can enjoy. Right? “Naughty or nice” promises the sauciness of an old Vargas drawing, a harmless pinup. A wink! The song is perfect in a time when so many worry about giving offense. Probably not. But the actual words of “Santa Claus is Coming (or Comin’) to Town” bear examination.

Consider the ominous opening: “You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I’m telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town.”

That’s a little scary if you think about it—and it gets us off to an alarming start. Someone is singing that to a child? A child who believes in Santa Claus? This is plainly some sort of warning. A threat. If you just read these words—as opposed to hearing them sung—they’d give you a scare, I think.

“He’s making a list?”

What’s that sound like?

“He’s checking it twice?”

Do I have to spell this out for you?

“He’s gonna find out who’s naughty or nice.”

How’s he going to do that? Mmmmm?

Oh, don’t you worry about how. But he IS going to find out one way or another—and, when he does… That’s left to the imagination, which I imagine could be running wild in the mind of an impressionable child.

There is something decidedly not-so-jolly about that language. Father Christmas? Saint Nicholas? Or Big Brother?

Speaking of which, I once read a writer invoking George Orwell in musing on these lyrics. But Orwell had not begun his classic novel “1984” when J. Frederick Coots and Haven Gillespie composed this number in 1934. Perhaps Coots and Gillespie inspired Orwell?

Eddie Cantor was the first singer. Their song was an immediate hit. Still is.

Entertainers from Frank Sinatra to the Partridge Family to Barry Manilow, Dolly Parton, Kenny G, Rod Stewart, the Jackson 5 and Dora the Explorer have all covered it. Tommy Dorsey and the Andrews Sisters, too. Plus, Gary U.S. Bonds and Merle Haggard and Bing Crosby (no surprise there). And don’t forget about Justin Bieber. Actually, please do.

I like the Drifters version, it’s a little eerie. Or you can try the Jamaica All-Stars, Liberace or some festive fellow called DJ Klaus Noel. I think that’s house music?

You’ll hear this song a lot this holiday season. At first blush, it seems safe and secular. Of course. Just a playful holiday jingle. Couldn’t possibly offend.

Understandable, though, for someone to make that Orwell connection. That’s no stretch. “Santa Claus is Coming (Or Comin’) to Town” is certainly a Santa for a dystopia—an Orwell or Huxley Santa. A Santa for “1984” or “Brave New World.” Not so much fa, la, la, la, la as auto-da-fe.

“He sees you when you’re sleeping.”

He does? Yikes! 

“He knows when you’re awake.”

Is this the North Pole or North Korea? Where’s Edward Snowden when we need him?

“He knows if you’ve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake.”

Or what? And how does he know these things? Cell phone records?

This is a Christmas song? I don’t think so.

But let’s face the facts, shall we? Santa Claus IS coming to town. Anyone can tell you that. We’ve been aware of his pending arrival since sometime in late summer when Santa’s little helpers at the CVS started hauling out the Christmas stuff.

The actual holiday is really only one day, if you think about it. But it’s also a season. A whole season. And a long one, too. There’s nothing you can do but accept it and decide to keep Christmas in your own way. I suppose in the privacy of your own home you might even use the word “Christmas.” But whatever you do, I urge you to listen closely to the lyrics.

December 2014
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Name Change
Southern Draw
By Martha Thomas



Plenty of Baltimoreans remember Ixia, the flamboyantly decorated restaurant and lounge on Charles Street in Mount Vernon. Others recall Louie’s Bookstore Café, the soothing hangout that preceded Ixia. But most folks’ memories stop there. “People kept coming in and asking about the history of the building,” says Ezra Tilaye, owner of Ware House 518, which replaces his previous restaurant Crème in the same space. Originally a private home, the building became a furniture store called Ware and Company in 1923. (“The restaurant’s name is a pun,” he points out.)

Décor is austere, with distressed wood floors, reclaimed wood tables and cowhide backed booths. Chef Chris Vocci’s menu is Southern fare locally sourced. Crème in Washington, D.C., which Tilaye also co-owns, is a popular soul food spot, but “the concept never caught on in Baltimore,” he says. “I’ll admit when we came here, we didn’t know the city.”

What’s he learned? “Baltimore loves a story—especially loves a story about Baltimore.”

518 N. Charles St. 443-869-3381, warehouse518.com

December 2014
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Skiing the Blues
A free-spirited writer revisits Crested Butte—this time with daughter in tow.
By Martha Thomas



Spring break at Crested Butte in Colorado is all blue, the deep azure of a sky against white snow so bright on a sunny day it’s nearly impossible to take it all in without a pair of Maui Jims. They’re called bluebird days, when the sky matches the blue square that designates a trail with no surprises. My daughter is cruising without a care, and I’m relieved to stay in the blue boundaries, hoping that the cortisone pumped into my arthritic hip survives the week.

The last time I was in Crested Butte, the skies were pewter gray and the trails we skied weren’t marked. I don’t remember a ray of sunlight during the two days I visited the funky nascent ski resort with my college roommate Alex. We drove into the tiny town center, past false-fronted wood buildings reminiscent of a Hollywood Western, looking for a guy she knew from Outward Bound who worked on the ski patrol. We’d traveled over the Monarch Pass from Boulder in a blizzard, furrowing through the drifts in her Land Cruiser, its tires outfitted with chains. We figured Fredo would let us crash at his cabin. We didn’t have enough money for lift tickets, but hoped to follow our host up and down the hill on skinny skis.

Steve Monfredo, who lived on the side of a mountain that faced the ski area, was good at just about everything he tried, Alex had told me. We were hoping for tips on telemarking, the ski technique that Fredo made look so easy, knees bending to the snow as if he were
Nijinsky taking a deep bow after Le Sacre du Printemps.

Crested Butte has changed mightily in the 30 years since Alex and I slept on the floor by Fredo’s woodstove, after wolfing down the quesadillas he stuffed with black beans from a can. We got stoned and read poetry in the light of a gas lamp. I wrote in my Laura Ashley journal before zipping into my sleeping bag in anticipation of the fire dying during the night.

On our spring break trip last year, my (then) 14-year-old daughter Mary and I camped in the guestroom of our Baltimore friends’ sun-filled house a few feet from the mountain resort’s shuttle bus stop. Our friends, John Segal and Christy Schoedel, have decorated their getaway with paintings and pottery from galleries down the hill in the arty village of Crested Butte, and with photographs by John’s son Chris, who works as a photographer and videographer for the mountain resort. They took us out for meals of sushi and grass-fed beef; we drank craft cocktails and craft beer. Mary and I slept between flannel sheets decorated with pictures of moose, in a rough-hewn bunk bed made by a local woodworker. And this time, we had lift tickets.

The town of Crested Butte, which began its life as a supply center for the surrounding mining camps in Gunnison County, was incorporated in 1880. At the time, the region was the center of Colorado’s mountain coal production.

Duane Vandenbusche, a local historian and professor at nearby Western University, remembers its evolution as a ski town. A native of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, he came out to teach at nearby Western State in 1962, the year after the first T-bar was installed near what is now the West Wall. He’d never been on skis in his life. He bought a pair of Heads with cable bindings, lace-up boots and long thongs to keep the boot in place. His first run—an easy pitch—took five hours, what with falling every 50 yards, struggling to get up and put his skis back on. “Now I do that run in about three minutes,” he laughs. At 77, he skis on newer shaped skis, but wears a frayed cotton turtleneck and thick knit Norwegian sweater that looks as if it dates to the era of his old Head Standards.

We began our week of skiing at the very spot Vandenbusche first tackled the slopes, though today there’s a high-speed chair to whisk us up the mountain. These days there are 15 lifts and more than 1,500 skiable acres. And while the mountain maintains its reputation as a place for the hardcore, more than half of the 121 trails at Crested Butte are rated for intermediate skiers.

I’m content to explore these, skiing carefully, my arms holding an imaginary dinner tray in front of me, poles angled nicely behind. My feet are spaced hip-width, a yoga-style stance anathema to the knees-pinned-together form I learned in the 1970s.

Crested Butte the resort and the town itself layer the old with the new. The resort has terrain parks for snowboarders and claims to have birthed mountain biking, when cyclists rode their retrofitted balloon-tire Schwinns down the slopes 40 years ago. The Mountain Bike Hall of Fame was established in Crested Butte, but moved to Fairfax, Calif., earlier this year, and summers find the extremists transitioning from boards and skins to knobby tires.

The false-fronted buildings along Elk Avenue—Crested Butte’s main street—now house galleries and restaurants. On our first night, we had delicious comfort food at the West End Public House, the town’s first gastropub, opened in 2010. We also ate at Lil’s Sushi Bar, a sophisticated spot with a long bar proffering saki and prickly pear margaritas along with its expertly prepared sushi and Japanese robatayaki.

Our hosts also made coveted reserv- ations at Uley’s restaurant, a log cabin on the side of the mountain accessible by Snow Cat (see sidebar).

One afternoon, Mary and I quit skiing a little early and took the shuttle into town to explore the shops and galleries. We visited the Crested Butte Mountain Heritage Museum, tucked in the back of an old hardware store (that also happens to have been the town’s first gas station). We looked at pricey ski pants, handmade jewelry and local art. Mary bought a print from a local photographer, Dusty Demerson. The photo shows the pastel painted wooden buildings on Elk Avenue shot at dawn after a snowfall.

Duane Vandenbusche—who had Steve Monfredo as a student, and often skied with him before the lifts opened in the morning—still hits the slopes a few times a week. Crested Butte “has always been on the cutting edge in terms of skiing, climbing and doing outdoor things,” he says. “It’s never lost that character.”

Riding up a lift, I see a skier who looks like an exotic bird, his arms outstretched, dipping low, his back knee practically grazing the ankle of the leg in front. He rises in a slow-motion leap like a dancer to turn, coming down in the same elegant genuflection on the other side. Look, I nudge Mary. Isn’t that beautiful? I used to telemark, but not so gracefully, I tell her. No way could I do it now, with this hip.

Fredo died in 1987, just a couple of years after Alex and I visited him. He was climbing on Mount Communism in what was then the Soviet Union. His friend Mark Udall (now a Colorado senator), carried him down the mountain after Fredo suffered a pulmonary edema. It turns out, he’d had scarlet fever as a child—a detail of his life even he may not have known—and his heart never fully recovered.

Crested Butte has a run called Fredo’s on the north side, out of the sun. It’s a double black diamond, so we didn’t ski it. Not this trip. But maybe Mary will return someday and ski Fredo’s, maybe with her best friend from college.

Planning your trip

Crested Butte took first place in Powder magazine’s 2014 Ski Town Throwdown. Visit downtowncrestedbutte.com for the inside scoop on arts, culture and special events, including the Crested Butte Songwriters Festival (Jan. 15-19). For ski-and-stay packages, go to skicb.com. United Airlines offers daily flights from BWI to Gunnison-Crested Butte Regional Airport (with stops in Denver). Transportation from Gunnison to Crested Butte is available via the Alpine Express. alpineexpressshuttle.com

The must-do mountain meal

During the day, Uley’s Cabin, which sits off the International run, is open for lunch and drinks at its popular “ice bar”—named for an earlier incarnation that was actually carved each season from ice. During the winter months, Uley’s also serves dinner after the lifts have closed. Diners bundle up to ride the Snow Cat to the cozy cabin with rough-hewn walls decorated with antique tools for a prix-fixe five-course meal of Colorado specialties by chef Chris Schlaudecker. On the night we visited last March, entrées included local short ribs with roasted Yukon potatoes, farm-raised duck with cherry and mushroom risotto and Norwegian salmon with beurre blanc and lentils. The wine-pairing suggestions were spot on; dessert was white chocolate apple bread pudding. We dined by candlelight. skicb.com/uleys

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Hot Spot
Pizza Pizza
By Martha Thomas


There are similarities between the new Birroteca in Bel Air and the original on Clipper Road in Baltimore. The youthful wait staff wear plaid shirts and seem genuinely invested in your happiness. Plates and cutlery are
replaced between courses. And the Duck Duck Goose Pizza, a Birroteca staple, comes perched on a pizza stand, the glistening goose egg yolk bright yellow as ever.

But Birroteca in the ‘burbs, a dozen miles north of the beltway, lives in a squat, nondescript building that resembles a fast food joint. That doesn’t mean the new spot won’t be a success. Owner Robbin Haas has a track record when it comes to picking locations—in Baltimore he turned two previously troubled spots into busy, vibrant neighborhood hangouts (Nickel Taphouse is the second). He hopes to do the same for this former Bill Bateman’s.

“The economic climate in Harford County is great,” says Haas. “There are a lot of restaurants in [the area], but not a lot of restaurants like us.”

1226 Belair Road, Bel Air, 443-981-3141, bmorebirroteca.com

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Now Serving
whiskey on the water
By Martha Thomas

Jamie Hubbard had been eyeing the building at the corner of Aliceanna and Wolfe for years. He ran the bar at Jack’s Bistro and would talk with David Munyon, who worked in the kitchen, about opening a place of their own. He jumped ship to manage One-Eyed Mike’s, a neighborhood insiders’ fave known for its Grand Marnier Club—now some 2,000 members strong. Meanwhile, he kept watching the nearby spot occupied by a corner dive called Pearls, owned for nearly half a century by the same family.

In July—after “a deep cleaning,” according to Hubbard—the team, Hubbard, Munyon and “One-Eyed” Mike Maraziti, opened Lobo, a food-centric bar that he describes as “heavy on the whiskey.”

There’s also plenty of beer on tap—much of it local, along with a selection of German and Belgian suds. The food menu will promote sharing. There’s a nightly chef’s board with charcuterie and pickled things and a list of 10 to 15 sandwiches with meats roasted in-house. It’s certain to become another locals’ favorite. 1900 Aliceanna St., 410-327-0303

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Drink Me
Christmas Past


From chestnuts on an open fire to Santa’s cookies to that menacing mistletoe, holiday traditions offer us comfort and joy—and the chance to reimagine longtime favorites. This cocktail is a twist on a classic: The Old
Fashioned—adding a bit of smoke, spice and intrigue.

2 oz Breaker Bourbon Whisky
.5 oz Carpano Antica Formula Sweet Vermouth
1 oz Ghost Pepper Chili Simple Syrup
3 oz DRY Soda Co. Vanilla Bean soda

Combine Breaker Bourbon Whisky, Carpano Antica Formula Sweet Vermouth and simple syrup in a shaker with ice. Shake vigorously for 15 seconds. Strain into a rocks glass over ice and top with Vanilla Bean DRY Soda. Garnish with a large orange zest.

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December Get Out


Lonely Boys


They may not be the flashiest rockers on the planet—Stephen Colbert refers to them as “Beardy and Glasses”—but The Black Keys’ music speaks for itself. The Grammy-winning, indie-garage sensation from Akron, Ohio, is bringing its second world tour to Baltimore to promote “Turn Blue,” the dynamic duo’s eighth studio album. Composed of skilled drummer (and sarcastic Twitter sensation) Patrick Carney and bluesy vocalist/guitarist Dan Auerbach, the Keys have been together since 2001, but rose to prominence in 2010 with “Brothers,” a near-perfect release that provided supremely catchy fodder for seemingly every TV commercial, sporting event and cable show that year. If you haven’t heard “Gold on the Ceiling” either you’ve been living under a rock—or we need to curate more of your entertainment choices. Dec. 4, at Royal Farms Arena. Tickets, $32-$80. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com —Ian Zelaya

Making Headlines


Hot off the presses (and Broadway), the cast of Newsies is hitting the streets and headed to Baltimore. The Tony Award-winning Disney production captivates audiences with its high-energy song-and-dance numbers and heartwarming story. Dec. 2-7, at the Hippodrome. Tickets, $39-$169. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com —Kieran Butler

Bmore Merry

A traditional, family favorite is getting a Charm City twist when director Ian Gallanar takes audiences to Baltimore’s 19th-century business district though his artistic adaptation of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Dec. 2-23, at Chesapeake Shakespeare Company. Tickets, $15-$48. 410-244-8570, chesapeakeshakespeare.com —K.B.

Sweet Baby James

American classic James Taylor is bringing his folksy blues sound Baltimore for one night of tear-and cheer-inducing favorites. Dec. 2, at Royal Farms Arena. Tickets, $81-$103. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com —K.B.

Tempting Fame

Experiencing a case of writer’s block and desperate for his next big hit, famous playwright Sidney Bruhl is faced with temptation when a former student shows him the play that could put his career back on track—that is, if the manuscript was his. A thrilling production that will have you on the edge of your seat, Deathtrap will keep you guessing until the last moment. Dec. 10-Jan. 11, at Everyman Theatre. Tickets, $34-$60. 410-752-2208, everymantheatre.org —K.B.

Fine Arts

Get crafty at the MICA Art Market, a pop-up shop where you can pick up glorious gifts, including paintings, ceramics, jewelry, textiles and more, all created by MICA students, alumni, faculty and staff. Dec. 10-13, at Brown Center’s Leidy Atrium and Falvey Hall. Free admission. 410-225-2280, mica.edu —K.B.

Festive Feud

We’ve all been there—a lovely holiday get-together suddenly turns into a feud about whose mashed potatoes are fluffier or how long you’re actually supposed to cook the ham. Enjoy a little schadenfreude at Holidrama! Part Deux, Stoop Storytelling’s annual fete where locals share seven-minute holiday stories that range from horrible to hysterical to heartwarming (or all three). Dec. 15, at Center Stage. Tickets, $20. 410-332-0033, stoopstorytelling.com —K.B.

Childhood Retold

Seven artists tell stories of their childhood and teenage years in Juvenescence, an art exhibit featuring video, paintings, photography and more to transport viewers back to the emotions and struggles of going through adolescence. Through Dec. 7, at the Silber Art Gallery at Goucher College. Free admission. 410-337-6477, goucher.edu —K.B.

Amateur Hour

Listen in as the BSO teams up with amateur artists in this year’s Rusty Musicians, which invites non-professionals to play alongside the world-class orchestra for a free concert that is open to the public. Under the direction of BSO assistant conductor Nicholas Hersh, the un-auditioned string, brass, wind and percussion instrumentalists will perform “Polonaise” from Rimsky-Korsakov’s “Christmas Eve” and other holiday inspired selections. Dec 17, at the Meyerhoff. 410-783-8000, bsomusic.org —K.B.

X-Rated Xmas

Baltimore is obsessed with John Waters—and John Waters is obsessed with Christmas, which makes for a jolly old time, when the “Hairspray” director brings back his critically acclaimed one-man holiday show (aptly titled A John Waters Christmas) to his hometown for a public display of naughtiness. Dec. 19, at Baltimore Soundstage. Tickets, $40-$45. 877-987-6487, ticketfly.com —K.B.

Green Christmas

No matter what color your thumb, luxuriate in holiday splendor at Ladew Gardens’ Christmas Open House. Walk through the 1746 manor to see how each room unfolds with decorations inspired by this year’s “dreamy” theme. Dec. 12-14. Tickets, $4-$10. 410-557-9570, ladewgardens.com —K.B.

Like A Virgin

Bringing together more than 60 pieces of artwork from museums and private collections in the United States and Europe, Picturing Mary: Woman, Mother, Idea explores how the image of the Virgin Mary was portrayed by Renaissance and Baroque artists, including Michelangelo, Botticelli and Sirani. Dec. 5-April 12, at the National Museum of Women in the Arts in D.C. Tickets, $8-$10. 202-783-5000, nmwa.org —I.Z.

Men in Tights

Elves aren’t the only ones donning spandex this season. Cirque Dreams Holidaze promises dazzling acrobatics, dancing gingerbread and as much cheer as you can muster while sucking in your abs watching the company’s super-svelte performers make merry. Dec. 26-28, at The Lyric. Tickets, $49-$69. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com —I.Z.

Sugar Plum Fairies

It almost wouldn’t be Christmas without the tale of Clara, the Mouse King and The Nutcracker Prince as 120 students from Baltimore School for the Arts and TWIGS after-school and weekend programs team up with the BSO to perform the holiday classic. Conducted by maestro Robert Bernhardt and choreographed by Boston Ballet executive director Barry Hughson. Dec. 19-21, at The Lyric. Tickets, $26-$67. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com —K.B.

Feeling Whiskey

Belly up for a Rye Whiskey Tasting in this special edition of The Walters Art Museum’s “Make Night” series, where you can learn about the art, history and economics of rye whiskey in Maryland —and, of course, sample the goods. Cheers! Dec. 18, at The Walters. Tickets, $45 members, $50 non-members. 410-547-9000, thewalters.org —K.B.

Funny Business

From high school dropout to Emmy Award-winning humorist, Paula Poundstone has been hitting the pavement for more than 25 years—performing her signature brand of smart comedy, serving as first woman to perform stand-up at the prestigious White House Correspondents Dinner, and making NPR nerds swoon as a panelist on the beloved quiz show, “Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me.” See her live on Dec. 12, at Rams Head On Stage. Tickets, $40. 410-268-4545, ramsheadonstage.com —Jessica Bizik

Downton Diva

Believe or not, the prim and proper American heiress Cora (aka the Countess of Grantham from “Downton Abbey”) knows how to rock out. When she’s not wowing us in her 1920s gowns, actress Elizabeth McGovern stuns onstage as the lead singer of Sadie and the Hotheads, an eclectic, seven-person band that’s embarking on its first U.S. tour. Dec. 9, at Rams Head On Stage. Tickets, $45. 410-268-4545, ramsheadonstage.com —I.Z.

Getting Groovy

Put on your dancing shoes and get ready to boogie. Catch a screening of Soul Train: The Hippest Trip in America before experiencing your own soul train and dancing the night away to the sounds of DJ Graham Hatke’s funky beats. Dec. 11, at Creative Alliance. Tickets, $9 members, $12 non-members. 410-276-1651, creativealliance.org—K.B.

Looking Around

Having spent four months in Florence finding inspiration through her photographs, South African born and educated artist Jo Smail presents her new series of paintings Leaning Over the Edge of the Moon on display at Goya Contemporary through Jan. 28. 410-366-2001, goyacontemporary.com —K.B.

Tune In

Take a holiday journey that will leave you in a feel-good mood with a Christmas attitude. Come watch the Joe Landry adaptation It’s a Wonderful Life: A Live Radio Play, inspired by the Frank Capra classic. Through Dec. 21, at Center Stage. Tickets, $19-$64. 410-332-0033, centerstage.org —K.B.

Great Day

The Fresh Beat Band is coming to Charm City with their energetic, kid-friendly tour. The Nickelodeon band is perfect for your little ones to sing and dance along to, with hit singles such as “Here We Go” and “A Friend Like You.” Dec. 19, at the Meyerhoff. Tickets, $37-158. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com —K.B.

Cool Sculpting

Immerse yourself in the works of acclaimed sculptors Lorenzo Quinn, Larry Schueckler and Tolla, and other emerging artists at Objects of Desire, Dec. 1-20, at Renaissance Fine Arts in Cross Keys. 410-484-8900, renaissancefinearts.com —K.B.

City That Reads

Critically acclaimed author Azar Nafisi (of “Reading Lolita in Tehran” fame) defends her position that Americans really do care about books in The Republic of the Imagination. Prove her right at a free reading at The Ivy Bookshop, Dec. 3 at 7 p.m. —J.B.

American Girls

Lessons Learned: American Schoolgirl Embroideries presents artwork from girls attending school along the East Coast in the 18th and 19th centuries. The textiles include scenes of landscapes, literary and biblical scenes, giving us a peek into life during early American civilization. Through May 2015, at the Baltimore Museum of Art. 443-573-1700, artbma.org —K.B.

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Fifty Shades of Success
Naughty writers are playing nice (at least with each other) in the hopes of dominating the romance market.
By Betsy Boyd / Photographs by Justin Tsucalas

Five years ago, D.C. attorney Robin Covington (not her real name), then 40, told her lawyer hubby she was going to sit down and write a romance novel, something she’d talked about doing forever. Rather romantically, he offered to buy her any laptop she wanted if she completed the manuscript. That was her single goal, to finish the damn thing.

“My first novel was a romance about a soap opera actress and a cop,” Covington says. (Like many romance genre authors, her regal pen name is devised both for personal protection and dramatic enhancement.) “I finished it in six months. It was bad!”

But Covington, now 45, was infatuated with the genre and wanted to keep writing, so she did some research and joined the Maryland chapter of Romance Writers of America, or MRW, where she fell at first sight for the professional women she encountered and said yes! to an assortment of writing workshops and a cracking peer critique exchange.

“When you go to the monthly MRW group meeting and say, ‘I got another rejection’ and you’re sitting next to a New York Times best-seller, who says, ‘I got 150 rejections,’ you feel better,” Covington says.

“We want to encourage people, that’s the whole point,” says MRW President Christi Barth, 44, a prolific Harlequin author by night, who works in advancement at MICA by day. Barth publishes under her real name, incidentally, though she says she doesn’t broadcast her second career at MICA. Two of her Harlequin/ Carina Press novels, “Love on the Boardwalk” and “Love at High Tide,” happen to feature a pair of Ocean City buddy cops.

“Writing romance is a very solitary profession. You’re sitting on your couch working till 2 in the morning,” Barth says. “We start every meeting by having writers—there are 82 members, 80 of whom are female—go around the room and share news. ‘Did you submit a query letter? Did you get a request for a partial manuscript? A full?’ Every month, people clap, even if you got a rejection.”

Inevitable rejections aside, MRW authors seem to feel the group love and find it easier to keep plugging away at their craft.

In 2014 alone, Covington will publish seven novels. She self-published “Temptation,” her second in the New Adult category (books for and about early 20-somethings)—making what she calls “really good money” for it. She had already published six novels through Entangled Covet, a paranormal romance subgenre imprint.

The two other central subgenres in this market are contemporary and historical romance, but each contains many subsets. Highlands romance, for example, dwells in historical, while werewolves and fantasy are subsets of the paranormal realm. “Mature” romance, within the contemporary category, cooks up saucier love scenes than most. The list continues…

While she’s not a best-seller and hasn’t quit her successful day job—“We like vacations and I want to pay for most of my kids’ college,” she says—Covington’s story is an undeniably successful one. She’s currently working on a new romance series set in Fells Point and recently signed with a literary agent she met via a fellow novelist.

Happy endings (hey, don’t interpret that dirtily) aren’t uncommon for hardworking writers in the sizzling romance genre, the industry that in 2013 raked in $1.08 billion, second only in total sales to the thriller genre’s $1.09 billion, and bankrolls ahead of literary fiction’s $548 million.

Eighty-four percent of romance authors in this country are women, 16 percent men, and they range in age from 30 to 54. Average income from writing: $55,000. (One author interviewed confessed to earning just shy of seven figures since she started publishing in 2011.) Fifty-one percent of romance books are paperbacks; 38 percent are e-books (which sometimes go to print when sales sky-rocket); 10 percent are hardcover; and 1 percent are audio.

The longtime lucrative genre is also notoriously ahead of its time in terms of publishing strategies and consumer responsiveness.

“Romance is always on the leading edge of publishing,” says Owings Mills-based romance, paranormal and historical romance novelist Stephanie Dray, 43, one of those best-seller-types in the MRW. (Note: Dray is her real name; she’s Stephanie Draven when she writes straight romance.) “We’re about three years ahead of every other genre in marketing and the algorithms of Amazon, packaging, trends, social media. Romance writers are more willing to engage and share information with one another—and their very clued-in readers are more likely to follow them online.

“When romance writers self-publish they know what they’re doing,” Dray explains. “For a book about a ménage à trois, maybe you’ve got two men and a woman on the cover. But where the woman is tells the readers what kind of [relationship] they have. If she’s off to the side, the two men are involved with each other; if she’s in the middle she’s the star. Romance readers know this. General fiction is harder to classify and to market.”

Of course, there’s another key element at play in this billion-dollar killing spree. “Fifty Shades of Grey”—the E.L. James novel originally published as an e-book by an Australian press, The Writer’s Coffee Shop, and quickly sent to print by Random House—figures heavily in the feel-so-good story. And with the   much-hyped “Fifty Shades” movie coming out on Feb. 13, the impact of James’ titillating series on the market is poised to surge anew.

“‘Fifty Shades’ created a rather rabid readership,” says best-selling Annapolis-based novelist Laura Kaye. “The book mainstreamed the genre where the sexual journey of the characters is the defining plot element.”
“The marketplace started validating their choice—these books used to be stuck in the back,” Covington adds.

“‘Fifty Shades’ has been instrumental in bringing attention to not only the romance genre, but erotic romance as well,” says Eliza Knight, an MRW author based in Mount Airy, and Dray’s regular writing buddy at the Panera in Eldersburg, where the two share breakfast, lunch and long, quiet word-churning stints side by side.

Though Dray is one of the heavier hitting best-sellers at the meetings—she works as a novelist full time—she comes off as egalitarian and supportive of her fellow writers as can be. (Note to self: Read Dray’s “In Bed with the Opposition,” published by Entangled, a romance about a Maryland political campaign, based on William Donald Schaefer.)

Several years ago, when Kaye, new to MRW, asked Dray if she would read her first novella, “Hearts in Darkness”—the story of an extremely appealing man and woman trapped in an elevator during a blackout—Dray trusted her instincts and agreed. Kaye, 44, who writes erotic thrillers, paranormal romance and more, has published a whopping 18 books since 2011. Fun local note: Her feisty, frisky “Hard Ink” series—yep, set in a tattoo parlor—features one heroine who resides in Patterson Park.

Today Kaye and Dray (forgive the rhyme) are collaborating on a straight historical novel about Thomas Jefferson’s influential eldest daughter, Patsy, whose dad wrote her no less than 30,000 letters. (Imagine how much more email he might have sent.)

At a time when literary publishing is working through intense growing pains, redefining itself in the face of new technologies and consequentially publishing fewer unknown writers—for less money— it’s been downright inspiring for this fiction writer to speak to an assortment of motivated Maryland scribes. In fact, their positive energy is a turn-on.

Romancers seem to have the crazy-making, procrastination-inducing novel-writing game figured out. Not only do they support one another through the lonely writing nights, take each other to task on their deadlines and goals and offer honest critical feedback that evidently works, they also churn out the bleeping pages.

“My daily goal is 3,000 words,” says Kaye, who left a tenured associate professor of history position at the Naval Academy when her romance books started taking off.

“I try to write at least 10 pages a day,” says Covington like it’s nothing. And that’s coming from a full-time lawyer. (Reader, how’s your “to do” list looking right now?)

“When I first started, I didn’t expect to find such intellectual powerhouses in the romance genre,” Dray notes. “These are educated and talented women.”

Even powerhouse Dray, a graduate of Smith, hits a creative wall now and then. Why? It’s not always easy to write a sex scene, and since the 1950s, steamy love scenes remain the emotional heart of every romantic story’s structure. They show the characters’ vulnerability. Therefore, they need to be utterly believable. And lustily engrossing.

“I will often write a book and skip the sex scenes and put them in a bracket and say sex scene goes here,” Dray says. “One time I got help from Christi Barth—I told her I hated my scene. ‘I’m so bored!’ She said, ‘Well, what if he takes his tie and blah, blah, blah’…and the next thing you know I’m able to write it!”

Another thing the romance writers do right: They ignore the literary snobs who love to gab and jab about how formulaic romance writing can be. Barth, who has taught romantic fiction writing at CCBC, admits that the genre has its familiar tropes by necessity—they’re user-friendly elements that the readers come to expect… and even crave.

“They say there are only seven stories in the world,” Barth says. “I like to think of it more as a skeleton: boy meets girl; boy loses girl; somebody falls in love; they encounter a problem! But you have to find your voice. That’s everything.”

Andy Palmer, 44, an MRW member and beginning romance writer who has already set a goal to publish two books in 2015, agrees. Palmer, one of the two male members of the association, was Barth’s creative writing student.

The Baltimore County resident plans to place his real name on his subgenre romance books, a fantasy and a paranormal, the latter set in Baltimore and featuring a pack of UMBC students.

“Good stories are about good characters, and good characters require goals,” Palmer says. “The romantic theme is not only timeless but agnostic, existing anywhere people are.”

Does Palmer ever feel like the odd man out in a bustling group of romance-writing women? Does he feel intimidated trying to gain ground in his female-dominated genre of choice? As a straight male among sex-styling vixens, does he have to try not to turn red?

“I see it as an opportunity,” Palmer says, businesslike to his core, “to show that your typical guy knows romance, too, but also to give a male perspective on things. And the MRW has welcomed me with open arms.”

Open arms, eh, Andy? Hey, these people are pro writers, so I’m not going to make any more jokes. Who knows, someday I might even try my own hand at the hot-heavy genre. (Insert easy joke at my expense!)

In Lust with Romance: Maryland Fans Confess

“I read the erotic cowboy genre to make up for my ‘vanilla’ husband! Think drug cartels and rough loving…BDSM [bondage and discipline/sadomasochism]. I can get lost in the fantasy—I have to force myself to go to sleep. Just one more chapter!” —Jennifer Deets, 36

“I have been reading romance for four years. It gives me a sense of peace that all is right in the world when things are going wrong. I love reading mysteries and thrillers, but erotic paranormal is my favorite. —Jacquie Johnson, 62

“Just because romance novels are geared toward women and have happy endings, they’re often belittled as ‘trash’. This drives me CRAZY! The historicals must be very accurate because fans do their own research and demand authenticity. Smart women do read romance. —Gayle Economos, 60

I’m a die-hard fan—so much so that I’ve gone from a stay-at-home mom to a self-published romance writer. My first book has gotten as high as No. 8 in New Adult on Amazon. —Laura Rosner Ward, 37

“I love Laura Kaye’s work: I feel that she puts her heart and soul into her books— they are sexy, romantic and emotional. Yes, I read in public—I’m not really concerned about what people might think!” —Carolyn Johnson, 58

How the Pros Write S-E-X

“Sex scenes are vulnerable for the characters and the author—they’re my favorite. I write at the end of my 22-foot closet. I have a window! I’ll sit and listen to music; I can close the door. It’s helpful to be out of the traffic from the house.” –Robin Covington

“I only write a sex scene by mixing a single white Russian and not getting up till it’s done.” –Christi Barth

“I save them for a moment when I’m feeling it. Otherwise I guess you’d have to put on some Marvin Gaye and pour some wine.”–Stephanie Dray

“It’s a bit of a seduction for myself. Since I tend to write pretty sizzling, detailed scenes, I need to really see it. There’s a lot of mechanics to writing a love scene—not just with making sure the hero doesn’t have three hands, but also with adding in the emotion and conflict. Every sexy/love scene has to mean something. It has to drive the story forward.” –Eliza Knight

“An erotic scene is the most difficult to write if you’re sick or tired or in a bad mood. It’s difficult to not end up writing: ‘They were too tired to have sex so they just went to bed.’” –Laura Kaye

EXCERPT
They pressed closer, held tighter, kissed more deeply until all Crystal knew, all that existed in the world, was this moment, this place, this man. Shane’s hands moved over her body. Fisting in the long lengths of her hair. Gently cupping her breasts. Stroking her bare thighs. Crystal adored the way he seemed to need to touch her. How powerful and necessary human touch was. How life-giving and affirming. And how simply mind-blowing was it to discover that touch could be a giving thing, not just about taking, that touch could be healing, and not just about hurting, that touch could comfort, and not just exert control. Even when things had been better with Bruno, they’d never been like this.

- From “Hard As You Can” By Laura Kaye

 

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The Greatest Gift
From family and friends to complete strangers, local organ donors are saving lives.
By Christine Grillo / Illustration by James O'Brien



If you’ve watched “House” or “Grey’s Anatomy,” you might have the wrong impression about organ and bone marrow donations. No, doctors aren’t running to the hospital roof to grab a heart in a cooler from a helicopter pilot. In real life, the procedures are calm and methodical—and more safe and successful than ever. Every year, thousands of patients’ lives are saved by both living and deceased donors, but, unfortunately, there’s still a wide gap between how many people need organs and how many organs become available. Some die waiting, while others live to tell the tale of the gifts they were given.

Lisa and Michele

In 2005, as a mitzvah, or good deed, Lisa Rostaing hurried to the bone marrow registry booth at her temple, swabbed the inside of her cheek with a Q-tip and provided contact information to enter a national bone marrow registry. “It took about 30 seconds,” says Lisa, a youth director at Temple Isaiah in Los Angeles. “I figured, I can’t cure cancer, but maybe I can save somebody’s life.” Years passed.

In Baltimore, in 2008, three weeks after getting engaged, Michele Bresnick Walsh was diagnosed with a form of blood cancer known as acute myelogenous leukemia, or AML. Michele, who practices business law, was 38. Because AML progresses rapidly, she started chemotherapy immediately, but her FLT3 gene mutation meant that her only real hope for survival was a bone marrow transplant.

To find a suitable marrow match, doctors compare 10 genetic markers. Even though they look first to the family for marrow donations, only about 30 percent of patients find a compatible donor there; the other 70 percent have to rely on the kindness of strangers. “My sister wasn’t a match,” says Michele, “so we had to turn to the national registry.”

Back in Los Angeles, Lisa got the call in November more than three years after her cheek-swab. The best matches often come from within the same ethnic group, and Lisa and Michele are both from families that trace back to Eastern Europe. They were a 10 out of 10 match. Lisa was urged to think very seriously about the decision to donate marrow. “But I felt strongly about going through with it, whatever it was,” she says. She had several rounds of blood work, filled out packets of health forms, banked a pint of blood for her own use post-surgery, and had a complete physical with EKG, all in Los Angeles.

By March 2009, Michele and Lisa were both ready, and Lisa was flown out to the East Coast. For the procedure, Lisa chose general anesthesia over an epidural. The surgeon made small incisions and pushed a needle into both of her hip bones and extracted thick, liquid marrow through the needle in a process known as bone marrow harvesting. She had the surgery at 6 a.m. on a Friday, spent the night in a hotel paid for by the Gift of Life Bone Marrow Foundation and flew home Saturday afternoon with very little pain.

“There was no scarring,” she says. “It was not a walk in the park, but my attitude was this is 24 hours of discomfort to save someone’s life.” Michele’s health returned, she got married and this year celebrated her fifth year of remission.

Identities of donors are kept confidential for as long as the donors wish, but eventually Michele and Lisa met. “It was so emotional,” says Michele. “I was bawling.” The two became fast friends and now meet up or take a vacation together once a year—including a getaway to the Bahamas.

Michele is very active in There Goes My Hero—a nonprofit founded by Erik Sauer, another leukemia survivor—which provides meals for patients receiving treatment, funds research and holds bone marrow drives to add as many people to the national registry as possible. (There’s currently an urgent need for non-white people to enter the registry.)

The American Cancer Society says that serious complications for donors are rare. “Some people think the procedure is invasive, like on that episode of ‘House,’ ” says Michele. “But the majority say it’s not that painful.”

Marty

Five years ago, Marty Maren, a 56-year-old sales representative, woke up feeling very ill. His wife insisted he go to the hospital, and by the end of the day he was on life support. His liver was failing, and his only chance for survival was a transplant.

“Who gets to the top of the wait list is determined by how critical the patient is,” says Andrew Cameron, MD, PhD, surgical director of liver transplantation at Johns Hopkins Hospital and Marty’s doctor. “People at death’s door get better placement.”

Four days after Marty was admitted, Dr. Cameron attempted a transplant with a liver from a deceased donor in Pittsburgh, but Marty was too sick to receive it. Dr. Cameron passed that liver on to the next person on the list and removed Marty’s dead liver. There was no other option now—without a liver, he would die in a few days. Then a young man died in St. Louis, and it was his liver that Dr. Cameron successfully transplanted into Marty.

“My life was saved by my wife, by Dr. Cameron and by Saint Rita, the patron saint of the impossible—and of course by my donor,” says Marty.

Six months after his surgery, he wrote a letter to the family of his young donor, but got no response. “This is the worst time in their lives,” says Marty. “I didn’t want to push.” In 2013, Marty and his wife, Michele Gregory-Maren, co-founded the Maryland chapter of Transplant Recipients International Organization, or TRIO, a support group for the transplant community that provides free education and advocacy. This month, Marty celebrates the five-year anniversary of his transplant, and he’ll try again to contact the donor family.

Although there have been great advances in “living liver transplants,” in which a living donor gives part of his or her liver to the recipient, most patients need a liver from a deceased donor. “Every year, 20,000 people are on the liver transplant list, and 7,000 become available,” says Dr. Cameron. “Organs are a limited resource, and we’re good shepherds of them, but people die waiting.”

Suemi

In February of this year, Suemi Smith received two kidneys from a deceased donor. Age 30 and married, with a 7-year-old daughter, she’d been on dialysis for almost three years following acute kidney failure that came on the heels of lupus. When she got the call at work, she broke down in tears. The next morning, she received a transplant of two kidneys. Nine months later, she’s living a new chapter in her life. “I’ve been feeling very good,” she says.

When Suemi asked her doctors about her donor, all they could tell her was that her donor was a child. Because Suemi is petite, her team decided that a transplant of two kidneys from a child would be successful. “Being a mother, I can’t imagine having to bear losing a child,” she says. “I’ve thought about reaching out to the family, but it’s a very delicate situation. I know there’s no comfort when you lose a child, but I’d like them to know how much their gift has helped me.”

Andy and Meagan

When she was a sophomore at Loyola University in Baltimore, Meagan O’Neill became sick with a blood disease so rare that there’s no name for it. With several months in the ICU, plasma treatment and blood transfusions, she made a fullrecovery—except for her kidneys. After a year of dialysis, it became clear that she needed a kidney, and her mother’s brother, Andy Nestler, age 49, was the healthiest match.

“When he learned that he was the best match, he didn’t even think twice,” says Meagan. In September 2007, she and her uncle went to the hospital together for the transplant; they checked in on Thursday, and left the hospital together on Sunday. Andy was back at work two weeks later, and Meagan, whose health improved immediately, was able to return to school the next semester.

A designated donor since she was 17, Meagan works at the Living Legacy Foundation of Maryland, which provides help to the families of deceased donors in the form of support groups, workshops and memorial services, all free.

“People have misconceptions about what it means to be a designated donor,” says Meagan. “The way it’s portrayed on ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ is very upsetting and untrue. With donation, there’s no running around.” Designated donors receive exactly the same medical care as those who are not designated, and through the entire donation process, the body is treated with care, dignity and respect.

In Maryland, the percentage of people who check “yes” to being an organ donor on the driver’s license application or renewal is about 46 percent. Baltimore’s designation rate is the lowest in the state, at about 32 percent. (Compare this to Worcester County, with a rate of 56 percent.) “I’m kind of amazed at how many people are not designated,” says Meagan. “Your chance of needing an organ is much, much higher than your chance of being a donor.”

Leslie and Kai

This year, Leslie Kriewald, a teacher at Baltimore City College, donated one of her kidneys to a former student. Kai Dambach, 22 years old, was born with a congenital birth defect that wears out his kidneys—and he had already received a kidney each from his parents. Over the years, Leslie had become friendly with Kai’s mother, running into her here and there around the city. “Last winter she told me her son was getting sicker and needed another kidney,” says Leslie. In April, Leslie was tested to see if she could help. “If it was my kid, I’d hope someone would step forward.”

“There was a lot of testing, extensive blood work, a psych evaluation, a cardio test, a CAT scan,” she adds. In the end, the tests determined that she was a perfect blood and tissue match, and that she was healthy enough to donate. “For me it was an easy decision. Once I knew I was healthy enough to do it, it was a no-brainer.”

In August, at age 59, Leslie had one kidney removed and returned to work the following week. “I don’t recommend going back to work one week later, but it was fine,” she says. She had surgery on a Tuesday and was home on Thursday. “The pain was minimal, and I had a great support team.”

Leslie continues to be amazed by the gratitude she gets from the recipient and his family. “It continues to blow me away,” she says. “One of my biggest realizations was that, at the end of the day, it’s really easy to do good things for other people.”

How can you help save a life?

- Say ‘yes’ to organ, eye and tissue donation at the MVA. Or register immediately online at donatelifemaryland.org.

- Get your cheek swabbed for a bone marrow registry. Visit BeTheMatch.org to find a registry drive near you.

- Talk with your employer, congregation or school about hosting a bone marrow registry event, especially if you can reach non-white populations, where the need is greatest.

- Get a Donate Life license plate to spread the message.

- Make a financial donation to organizations that provide support for transplant patients and donor families, such as Gift of Life Bone Marrow Foundation, the Living Legacy Foundation of Maryland, There Goes My Hero and TRIO of Maryland.

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Lady Baltimore
Mera Rubell, 71, Art Collector and Hotelier

You might expect a world-famous art collector and the owner of a chain of boutique hotels to be impervious to the charm of Charm City, but Mera Rubell is clearly in love. When Rubell Hotels—a family business run by Mera, her husband, Don, and their son, Jason—purchased the Lord Baltimore Hotel, formerly the Radisson, in 2013, they meant for the transformation of the now 86-year-old structure to be swift, authentic and done just right. Although the glamorous matriarch managed to travel to their home in Miami and other jet-setter destinations—from New York to New Orleans, Berlin to Basel—she spent most of the last year on-site, managing the redo. After
hundreds of detail-oriented decisions, including design and staffing, Rubell, whose late brother-in-law, Steve Rubell, founded iconic Studio 54, can name every bellhop and bartender in the place. And somehow, she still found time to hit local theaters, tour 36 artist studios (in the same number of hours!), curate an exhibition of Baltimore artists in New York and dine in more restaurants than this writer has tried in 15 years. Here, Rubell talks about living her life with passion. No surprise, it was her idea to be photographed in bed.

> My first year in Baltimore was all about selecting toilets and wallpaper. I didn’t get out much. To get a 440-room hotel done in a year took every minute of focus.

> When you believe when others don’t, there is a huge opportunity. When you look at real estate in Chicago or New York or Philadelphia, that opportunity has left the station. But in Baltimore you can still do this.

> When we bought the building that is now the Rubell Family Collection in Miami, people thought we were absolutely crazy. This was a section of Miami that was full of poverty and quite dangerous. Coming from New York, we understood that neighborhoods have a life cycle and things change.

> Hospitality is the last of the great human-interactive businesses. The Lord Baltimore is about fantasy, history, memory. It’s about a city coming back, believing in itself, taking pride in itself. We care about this place.

> We have four passions—art, tennis, food and family. We became partners with our children—and this has been a magnificent collaboration.

> Don and I just celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary. When we got married, he decided to go to medical school and I was a preschool teacher in New York. Our greatest entertainment was long walks on 8th Avenue in the ’20s—kind of like what Chelsea is now—and, in those days, artists occupied retail storefronts where they lived and worked. We found artists who welcomed us in. It became an extraordinary adventure.

> We didn’t set out to be art collectors. When we first started buying art, we only had $100 to spend a week, so we allocated $25 of that for art. Sometimes it was $5 a week to five different artists. The artists were happy to do this. And afterward, galleries were happy to do this. We found ourselves very motivated over these years to cover the beautiful addiction that we developed. 

> When people say they can’t afford to collect art, I tell them anyone can do it. Regardless of your budget, you can find something. You may not find it in Basel where booths are $50,000, but you can find a $100 drawing in a smaller fair. Paying less doesn’t mean the artists aren’t talented.

> We never buy just one single work by an artist because we are all about telling a story. How do you tell a story with just one work? Each artist is a universe of ideas and talent, expressing the issues of our time.

> Art brought us to Baltimore. Our first trip was to visit the Cone Collection at the BMA, and we were blown away!

> In some families, one kid wants to be a lawyer and another wants to be an Indian chief. People always say, ‘I wish my kid would grow up to be this or that.’ I don’t wish for my kids to be anything other than who they are.

> A female friend once told me that once women become 60, they disappear. I started wearing the hats at that time, because it’s impossible not to stand out in them and you always make a statement.

> A bed is a powerful metaphor for life, death, dreams and naughtiness. A lot happens in the bed.

As told to Cara Ober

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Game of Thrones
Give your guests the royal treatment with this modern twist on a Medieval meal.
Written and photographed by Tracey Middlekauff

When Most people think of medieval food—if they think of it at all—they likely envision comically large turkey legs and dinosaur-sized hunks of brown meats. But famous portrayals of a gluttonous Henry VIII aside, medieval cuisine, at least for royalty, was much more complex and varied.

The 14th-century manuscript “Forme of Cury,” a compilation of more than 200 recipes compiled by “the Master cooks of King Richard II,” contains an eclectic range of dishes such as Chickens in Confyt, Pottage of Gourd and Rabbits in Gravy. Many of the dishes are sumptuous and rich, fragrant with spices like ginger, cardamom and saffron. There’s just one catch: None of the recipes contain measurements. Oh yeah—and they’re written in Middle English.

To make your life easier, I’ve adapted a selection of these recipes here, complete with ingredient measurements and a few fun embellishments.

The clarrey, or spiced white wine, contains honey, cinnamon, white pepper and ginger—a perfectly potent potable for a cold winter’s night. The salat, or medieval herb salad, will likely challenge your preconceptions of medieval cuisine, as it’s loaded with greens and even downright healthy. Don’t be put off by the raw leeks and green onions, as the fennel and mint serve to sweeten the breath. (And they taste great, too.)

The Tartelets de Bry, or Brie tartlets, originally called for Rowan cheese, which no longer exists. Food historians concur that Brie is likely the closest modern cousin. I use St. André Brie, along with Port Salut, set off with a bit of saffron and ginger for a surprising yet delicious flavor. Finally, the pork tenderloin is a flavor bomb of caraway, coriander, garlic, saffron and red wine. All of these dishes together truly comprise a feast fit for a king.

Tartelets de Bry (Brie Tartlets)
makes 6 4-inch tartlets

1 prepared pie crust, rolled out
and cut into 6 equal portions
5 egg yolks
5 strands saffron, crumbled
8 ounces St. André Brie, cubed
8 ounces Port Salut cheese, cubed
1⁄3 cup heavy cream
1⁄2 teaspoon ginger
Pinch salt
Pinch sugar

Lightly grease the tartlet pans and line with the prepared pie crust. Preheat the oven to 375 F. Whisk together the egg yolks and saffron. Add the cheeses and cream, stir vigorously to combine. Add the spices and divide evenly among the tartlet pans. Bake for 25-30 minutes, until set. Allow to cool on a rack for 10 minutes, then gently flip to remove the tartlets from their pan.

Salat (Medieval Herb Salad)
serves 4-6

2 leeks, trimmed and chopped
into small dice
1 fennel bulb, chopped into
small dice
1 bunch flat leaf parsley, chopped
3 cups arugula
4 green onions, sliced thin
1 tablespoon fresh rosemary,
chopped
2 tablespoons fresh mint,
chopped
Salt and pepper, to taste
Drizzle of olive oil
Drizzle of cherry balsamic vinegar
Handful of dried cranberries,
to garnish

In a bowl, combine all of the ingredients except the olive oil, vinegar and cran-berries. Lightly sprinkle with salt and pepper. Lightly drizzle with olive oil and the vinegar, and gently massage into the salad. Allow to sit for about 30 minutes for the flavors to incorporate. Before serving, garnish with dried cranberries.

Clarrey (Spiced White Wine)
Serves 1-6 (DEPENDING ON YOUR MOOD)

1 bottle sweet white wine
3⁄4 cup honey
5 whole cloves of garlic
1 tablespoon ground cinnamon
1 tablespoon ground ginger
1 teaspoon white pepper

In a medium saucepan, combine the wine and the honey. Bring to a gentle boil. Turn off the heat, add the other ingredients, stir to combine, and leave covered at room temperature overnight. The next day, strain through a cheesecloth.

Comarye (Pork in Red Wine Sauce)

serves 4

1 1-pound pork tenderloin
1 teaspoon coriander
1 teaspoon caraway seeds
1 teaspoon black peppercorns
5 cloves of garlic
2 cups red wine, divided,
plus more for basting

Sauce:
3⁄4 cup chicken broth
Few grinds of fresh black pepper
1⁄4 teaspoon cumin
4 saffron threads
Salt, to taste

Grind together the coriander, caraway seeds and peppercorns. Set aside. Meanwhile, smash the garlic into a paste. Add a 1⁄4 cup of the red wine and spices to the garlic and spread on the tenderloin; allow to marinate in the refrigerator for 1 hour. Preheat the oven to 425 F. Place the tenderloin, along with the marinade, in a baking dish and pour the remainder of the wine around it. Bake for 30 minutes then reduce heat to 325 and bake for another 45 minutes, basting frequently, until the internal temperature reaches 145 F. (If the liquid evaporates, add more wine to the baking dish.)

Remove the tenderloin and set aside, covered with foil, to rest for 15 minutes. While the meat rests, make the sauce. Strain the cooking liquid into a saucepan. Add the chicken broth, pepper, cumin, saffron and salt to taste. Simmer gently for 10-15 minutes. Serve the pork sliced into medallions accompanied by the sauce.

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Chef Talk
Michael Ransom - B&O American Brasserie
By Martha Thomas

Michael Ransom took over the kitchen at B&O American Brasserie at the Kimpton Hotel Monaco in July and has been quietly shifting the menu to more casual fare with an emphasis on small plates. A Michigan native, Ransom trained at the Kendall Culinary Academy in Chicago and later moved to San Francisco where he became executive chef at Bar Adagio, followed by a stint at Henry’s in Berkeley. In 2013, he was named executive chef of Jasper’s Corner Tap and Kitchen, at the Kimpton Group’s Serrano Hotel.

What is your voice as a chef?

I love coastal cuisine, that’s what brought me to San Francisco. I love regional cuisine, not just based on ingredients, but on the unique culture. For example, in Baltimore you’ve got the crab cake, which will have mayo or some aioli based binder, where in San Francisco, the classic Dungeness crab is straightforward, steamed or boiled.

How did you get into cooking?

My parents were hippies. I grew up around a self-sustaining culture. That’s probably what got me into cooking at a young age. My dad worked in apple and cherry orchards. He was a pruner and did harvesting. My parents had a small maple syrup business. They’d cook maple syrup. They gardened for most of our food. My mom picked wild leeks, we did a lot of morel hunting and we foraged for berries. My parents wouldn’t buy prepared foods. If we were hungry, we had to make something. I ended up cooking for my brother and sister when we were younger.

Did you ever feel deprived?

We were probably below the mean income, but because my parents were resourceful, we never felt like we didn’t have what we needed. My dad did everything himself. He built most of our house and would rebuild our cars. He was very self-sufficient.

Are your parents proud of you?

My mom says she’s glad she cooked with me at an early age. She had a big influence on my cooking. That was how we bonded. She was a midwife while we were growing up and went back to medical school in her 40s. Now she’s an ob-gyn.

Wow, what a role model.

Yes, she is an amazing role model.

What will be the most significant changes on the B&O menu?

I’m putting more emphasis on finger food. We’re dubbed an American brasserie, and I’m bringing in more pub fare to complement our bar program. We’ll do a lot of bites and snacks, including our own jerkies, rockfish pate, liver mousse. We want to add energy to the dining experience, to allow guests to sample and taste. The gastro pub term is a little bit played out. We’re staying true to the brasserie approach, while remaining seasonally focused.

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Restaurant Deconstructed
Winning Taste at Horseshoe Casino
By Martha Thomas

The Horseshoe Casino, close to the South Baltimore spot where sports fans roar and highways crisscross overhead, is worth a visit—even if don’t have a taste for gambling. The carpets pulse in hues of brown and gold, the chandeliers drip glittering light, live lounge music bounces from the landings and the parking is free. Did I mention the dizzying choice of eateries? Welcome to sensory and gustatory overload. The Horseshoe planners, headed up by Caesars Entertainment, fought hard for permission and spent more than $442 million to build the place. The ground floor is buzzy with gambling machines and heavy with food choices.

The Marketplace, a food court proffering Baltimore goodies, curves around the Russell Street side in the shape of, well, a horseshoe. B’more Beers, a bar specializing in local brews like Union Craft, Brewer’s Art and Stillwater (and yea, Natty Boh) sits at its center, while a Heavy Seas burger joint, Tark’s at the ’Shoe, and a Lenny’s Delicatessen outpost offer short-order windows. Mallow Bar—a dessert and coffee shop featuring local entrepreneur Nikki Lewis’ gooey variations on Rice Krispie treats—has a brightly lit café area where you can sip a frothy drink or share a sweet. Try, for example, fondue for two—pots of chocolate and caramel with marshmallows and strawberries for dipping (you can also have it spiked with wine). 

Johnny Sánchez, a brand new concept from chefs John Besh and Aáron Sánchez (who met as youngsters working in New Orleans and later competed on the Food Network’s “Iron Chef”), is a brightly colored taqueria with menu items like squash blossom quesadillas, goat stew and suckling pig tacos. The margarita list is inventive—try the prickly pear or blackberry and mezcal—and there’s a Bulleit Rye cocktail with ancho chili and chocolate bitters. The restaurant is decorated with colorful light fixtures and fiery red abstract paintings, and a DJ spins every night beginning at 9.

Jack Binion’s Steakhouse, named for the Dallas native and Horseshoe founder, is just what you’d expect: slabs of beef (many single servings are 16 ounces) and pricey sides ($8 for a baked potato). But save room for dessert. Seriously. Baltimore’s own Duff Goldman’s Charm City Cakes dominate the dessert menu, including Bananas Foster cake, white cake with berries and white chocolate ganache, and red velvet cake. It’s like Jack Binion himself is admonishing us all to eat cake.

Guy Fieri’s is as brash as you’d expect with in-your-face options like the Off-da-Hook Burger, higher than it is wide with a fat fried onion ring crunch in the middle. Even the turkey sandwich (here called Pic-a-Nik), is described as “chillin’” on its “awesome pretzel hoagie smeared with donkey sauce.” After reading a certain New York Times review, aren’t we all just a little bit curious about what the host of “Diners, Drive-ins and Dives” shovels up for Charm City?

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Family Tree
Online access to historic records unlocks a writer’s past, present and future.
By Jennifer Mendelsohn




I fell down the genealogy rabbit hole entirely by accident. A college friend shared a Facebook link that caught my eye: a Kickstarter campaign to help produce a documentary about a family-run matzo factory on Rivington Street, on the Lower East Side of Manhattan.

Rivington Street, I thought. My mother had cousins who lived on Rivington Street.

We’d long ago lost touch with them. And so, out of curiosity, I searched their names on Google. And up popped a listing from the 1940 census, showing those very cousins living at 127 Rivington St.

How cool! You can search the census!

And so I started to poke around, looking for my parents as small children, and my grandparents and great-grandparents as newly arrived immigrants early in the last century. There they were in black and white. It all seemed somehow satisfying and validating, official proof of their existence.

I’ve always been fascinated by old documents. I remember being strangely thrilled as a child to see my late grandfather’s electrician’s license in a gray metal strongbox in my father’s closet. The online world now holds a treasure-trove of such documents, not just the census but naturalization papers, passenger manifests, birth and death certificates, draft registrations. Like the bones and pottery dug up by archaeologists, they bear silent witness to people and events long gone, daring me to fill in the blanks and reconstruct their narratives. The storyteller in me was hopelessly hooked.

My older brother had done much of the legwork for our family tree, so I harbored no hopes of discovering a secret sister or celebrity cousin. But I nonetheless became fascinated by the way these newly available documents could flesh out family lore and bring my ancestors’ stories to life in three dimensions.

While I knew, for instance, that my paternal grandfather, who’d come to New York City from Latvia as a toddler, had had a sad, hardscrabble childhood, I really only grasped the vaguest outlines of the story. But I soon found myself staring at the 1900 census page for 169 Ludlow St., the tenement on Manhattan’s Lower East Side where my grandfather’s family lived. Next to each woman’s name is recorded the number of children she had given birth to, followed by the number of living children she had. My great-grandmother Frieda Mendelsohn’s numbers—9 and 4, respectively—seemed shocking until I started looking at her neighbors. Essie Goldberg’s entries read 14 and 3. Yetta Hafter: 10 and 6. Ida Bilkers: 12 and 3. (Married at 20, Frieda’s nine children included three sets of twins, a fact that I still can’t quite fully grasp.)

The deeper I got into the paper trail, the more my family’s struggles came to life in sobering detail. I found a ledger entry from a Staten Island cemetery for the pauper’s grave where Frieda’s 8-month-old daughter Rachel was buried in December of 1899. I worked to picture the somber scene that winter day. Was my then 9-year-old grandfather there as they lowered his baby sister into the ground?

And while I think I may have been aware that my grandfather’s younger siblings, Lena and Joe, were sent to an orphanage after their mother contracted tuberculosis and eventually died, there was something startling and poignant about actually seeing my great-grandfather’s signature on their intake and discharge papers; both children were in and out of the institution—they were, heartbreakingly, listed as “inmates” in the census—for much of their short lives. I tried to imagine the ritual of goodbyes and reunions.

It soon became clear to me that genealogy is not just about losing yourself in the past. Rather, it’s about engaging yourself very powerfully with the present and the future. Becoming intimately familiar with the lives of my ancestors made me feel more anchored and centered in the here and now. I looked at my children’s faces with a newfound awareness of how they fit into a larger context. And I realized that events that had happened on the Lower East Side more than a hundred years ago— the death of an 8-month-old baby, for instance—had profoundly shaped the man my grandfather became. And that, in turn, had affected the man my father became. And so on and so on, a chain linking endlessly into the future.

I came to see what a too-perfect cliché I now embodied. My 20-something great-grandparents, a simple Latvian shoemaker and his wife, had boarded their family onto a boat in 1892 in search of a better life. Frieda Mendelsohn died at just 36, and only one of her nine children—my grandfather—lived to see 30. And here I was, with my college education and my swim club membership, sitting in an air-conditioned home, able to peruse the Internet from my phone. I had two children kept almost effortlessly healthy by the wonders of modern medicine and hygiene; I could hop in my car and be at one of the best hospitals in the world in less than 15 minutes. I could push a button and get ice from my refrigerator, or type words on a computer keyboard to make a hot meal appear at my doorstep. Now what was I complaining about again?

In their wildest dreams, Isaac and Frieda Mendelsohn couldn’t possibly have imagined the circumstances of my life. But I sense that on some level, I must represent exactly what they were after as they braved that passage across the Atlantic 122 years ago. I can only hope I do them proud.

Jennifer Mendelsohn lives with her husband and their two boys in Mount Washington. Her work has appeared in The New York Times, People, Slate and USA Weekend.

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Let it Glow
Sparkly chic beauty buys from top designers
By Jessica Bizik

1. Jewelry designer Alexis Bittar’s Liquid Gold Compact will make her melt, $42 at Sephora. 2. Can’t walk in a pair of red bottoms? Try stiletto-inspired Christian Louboutin Nail Colour, $50 at Sephora. 3. Jimmy Choo Stars Eau de Parfum is like lightning, not to mention tiger orchid, in a bottle, $98 at Macy’s.

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Star Gazing
We predict these crystal ball pendants will be a hit in 2015
By Jessica Bizik

WHAT’S YOUR SIGN, BABY? While the name Astro Balls (much like that old pickup line from the ’70s) makes us giggle, we’re unabashedly attracted to these zodiac pendants by British designer Stephen Webster, who’s made custom baubles for everyone from Madonna to Mickey Rourke. All the usual suspects are here: Pisces (fish), Aquarius (swirling shell) and Capricorn (goat), along with nine other horoscopes—each hand-crafted in 18 karat gold vermeil and blackened sterling silver, then paired with precious gemstones that are laser-cut for an almost holographic look the designer calls Crystal Haze. Anybody else have a contact high? $650 at Radcliffe Jewelers, Pikesville and Towson. 800-487-0309, radcliffejewelers.com —JESSICA BIZIK

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Get Bent
A yoga-averse editor succumbs to the charm of a sleek new studio
By Jessica Bizik

“We did research to make sure our branding wouldn’t feel intimidating,” says Jason Herd, co-owner of M Power Yoga in Brewers Hill, where most folks coming in to namaste are newbies. Everybody gets a free trial, which many turn into a “10-Day Challenge” and commit to practicing yoga every single day. That’s no challenge (at least logistically) thanks to diverse classes, from Melt Hot Fusion (in a 100+-degree room at 40 percent humidity) to Music in Motion (a Vinyasa class where live humans play the harp, Grateful Dead tunes, etc.). Spirituality isn’t ignored, but references are limited—say, the occasional Sanskrit phrase, spoken first in English—as instructors focus on a more universal motto: “Inspired Living.” This (former) yoga hater was inspired to add Mend Restorative Yoga to my weekly workout regimen, after a particularly seductive Sunday class that stretched my muscles—and my perspective of what a yoga studio can be. mpoweryogastudio.com

December 2014
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City Smart December
By Ian Zelaya

Brooklyn, N.Y.

No, you didn’t just walk into a Lady Gaga video circa 2009. The Brooklyn Museum is putting a new spin on the phrase “those shoes are to die for” with Killer Heels: The Art of the High-Heeled Shoe. Curated by Lisa Small, this pump-tastic exhibition examines the power of the elevated shoe and its artistic and architectural potential, from fetish fodder to fashion statements, with more than 160 stilettos, thigh highs and other daring footwear dating back to the mid-17th century; plus, six specially commissioned short films inspired by high heels. Through Feb. 15, 2015. brooklynmuseum.org

Washington, D.C.

While it pains us this event is happening in D.C. instead of Charm City, we can’t wait for the world premiere of Diner, the musical adaptation of Barry Levinson’s first film at the highly regarded Signature Theatre. Directed and choreographed by three-time Tony Award-winner Kathleen Marshall—and set to 1950s rock music written by Sheryl Crow—the stage adaptation stays true to Levinson’s semi-autobiographical tale, which revolves around five childhood friends who reunite as 20-somethings at their beloved late-night hangout (inspired by the Hilltop Diner on Reisters- town Road) for a Christmastime conversation about the perks and struggles of adult life. Suddenly we’re craving gravy fries. Dec. 9-Jan. 25, 2015. signature-theatre.org

Philadelphia

With Showtime’s recent announcement that it will revive the cult classic “Twin Peaks” in 2016, it’s a perfect time to check out some of the earliest, mind-bending works from the show’s creator, David Lynch, at the place where he acquired his artistic vision. The Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts—Lynch’s alma mater—presents David Lynch: The Unified Field, featuring 90 of the surrealist filmmaker’s paintings and drawings that date back to 1965, many of which haven’t been seen in public. Don’t miss the room devoted to 1967’s “Six Men Getting Sick,” the 68-year-old director’s bizarre, experimental animated short film. Through Jan. 11, 2015. pafa.org

December 2014
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Flip Flop Festivus
November 2014

More than 200 guests gathered at the Four Seasons Hotel Baltimore for the Life and Breath Foundation’s 6th Annual Flip Flop Festivus. The resort-casual soirée drew a unique mix of guests including NFL Players, Michael McCrary, Bruce Laird, Wally Williams, Qadry Ismail, Brad Jackson; former NBA players, Gheorghe Muresan, Walt “The Wizard” Williams and Keith Booth; Ravens cheerleaders; and media personalities, Downtown Diane, ABC2’s Kim Knight, 105.7 the Fan’s Steve Davis, TNT Sports NBA Analyst, David Aldridge and WBAL-TV Sports anchor/reporter Pete Gilbert who served as emcee.

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Supper Club
Written and photographed by Tracey Middlekauff

For most americans, the month of November is ruled by one of two obsessions: The daunting prospect of cooking an enormous feast for friends and family, or the terrifying-yet-alluring idea of eating one’s weight in stuffing and potatoes. But what about the rest of the month? All too often, we become so distracted by the Big Holiday at the end, we either forget to eat well the rest of the time or order an endless stream of takeout dinners in anticipation of all the cooking that lies ahead.

Enter these four simple yet elegant, nourishing and satisfying meals. They seem fancy, yet they’re a snap to pull together. The butternut squash soup is velvety and rich, with just a hint of smokiness thanks to the pancetta. To turn it into an easy weeknight meal, serve it with some Roquefort toast.

The risotto, meanwhile, is infused with the flavor of that stalwart fall vegetable, the Brussels sprout. And just because you may have seen Gordon Ramsay bring professional cooks to tears over their failed risottos, don’t be intimidated by this dish—it’s quicker and easier than you think to pull off this classic. The artichoke pasta is simplicity itself, and the tangy, garlicky goat cheese sauce is pure luxury. Finally, you don’t need a grill to make a perfect seared flank steak. Armed with a heavy skillet, buttery, melt-in-your mouth meat is mere moments away.

Sure, these meals aren’t exactly diet food—but it’s November, and who’s counting calories?

Butternut Squash Soup
Serves 4 - 6

1 tablespoon unsalted butter
4 ounces pancetta, cubed
1⁄2 white onion, small dice
1⁄4 teaspoon sweet paprika
1⁄4 teaspoon salt
1⁄4 teaspoon white pepper
3 cloves garlic, minced
20 ounces butternut squash, peeled, seeded and cut into 1-inch cubes (available pre-cut at Trader Joe’s)
4 cups chicken or vegetable broth
1 cup heavy cream
Paprika and chopped flat leaf
parsley, to garnish

Melt the butter in a heavy stockpot over medium heat. Add the pancetta and cook, stirring often, until the fat is rendered and the pancetta is crispy. Remove the pancetta (leaving behind the rendered fat) and set aside to drain on paper towels. Add the onions, paprika, salt and white pepper to the fat and sauté until the onions are translucent. Add the garlic and cook until fragrant. Add the squash and stir, cooking for an additional 5 minutes. Add the broth, bring to a gentle simmer, cover and cook until the squash is soft—about 20 minutes. Puree until smooth with an immersion blender. Temper the cream and slowly whisk into the soup. Add salt and white pepper to taste, and serve garnished with paprika, parsley and pancetta. This goes beautifully with melted blue cheese or Roquefort cheese toasts.

Pan-Seared Flank Steak Over Charred Corn & Tomato Salad with Blue Cheese Buttermilk Dressing
Serves 4

For the steak and marinade:
1 tablespoon soy sauce
4 tablespoons olive oil
1 tablespoon toasted sesame oil
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 tablespoon Montreal Steak Seasoning
1 pound flank steak
Salt and Pepper

For the dressing:
1⁄2 cup buttermilk
3⁄4 cup crumbled blue cheese
1⁄4 cup plain Greek yogurt
11⁄2 tablespoons mayonnaise
Juice of 1 whole lime
Salt and pepper, to taste

For the salad:
4 cups corn kernels, fresh or frozen
2 cups grape tomatoes, quartered
1⁄2 cup flat leaf parsley, minced
1 small red onion, diced small

First, make the marinade. Generously salt and pepper both sides of the flank steak. Whisk together all the ingredients for the marinade, and add, along with the steak, to a Ziploc bag. Allow to marinate for at least 2 hours in the refrigerator. Remove from the refrigerator (but leave it in the marinade) 30 minutes before cooking.

Meanwhile, make the dressing. Whisk together all the ingredients with an immersion blender and refrigerate until ready to use. To make the salad, cook the corn in a skillet over high heat until charred. Toss with the tomatoes, onions and parsley. Coat with the dressing and allow the flavors to come together while you cook the steak.

To sear the steak, heat a heavy skillet, preferably cast iron, that’s been coated with 1 tablespoon high smoke point oil, such as canola. When the pan is good and hot, add the steak and cook for 4 to 5 minutes on each side for medium rare (depending on thickness), until it reaches an internal temperature of 125 degrees F. Remove, cover the steak with foil, and let rest for 10 minutes. Cut the steak into thin slices against the grain. Divide the salad among 4 plates and serve the steak on top, garnished with parsley.

Artichoke and Goat Cheese Pasta

Serves 4 - 6

1 pound farfalle (bow tie) pasta
2 tablespoons butter
5 cloves garlic, minced
2 cups heavy cream
8 ounces Chevre, crumbled
2 14-ounce cans of artichoke hearts, drained, patted dry and cut
into quarters.
1 tablespoon flat leaf parsley, minced
4 ounces baby spinach leaves
1 teaspoon lemon zest
Minced flat leaf parsley, for garnish
Salt and pepper, to taste

In a large stockpot filled with well-salted water, cook the pasta until al dente. Drain and set aside. Meanwhile, make the sauce. In a deep skillet, sauté the garlic in the butter over medium heat until fragrant. Add the cream and cook until the cream simmers, stirring occasionally. Add a pinch of salt and pepper. Slowly add the Chevre, whisking until melted and incorporated into the sauce. Add the artichokes and simmer for 5 minutes. Add half the parsley, and stir the pasta into the sauce. Lower the heat to low, fold in the spinach, and cover until just wilted. Add the lemon zest, salt and pepper to taste, and serve garnished with parsley. 

Brussels Sprout Risotto with White Truffle Oil and Pine Nuts
Serves 4

For the sprouts:
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
10 ounces Brussels sprouts, shredded (like cabbage for slaw)
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
Salt and pepper, to taste

For the risotto:
2 tablespoons butter
1⁄3 white onion, minced
1⁄4 cup dry white wine
1 cup Arborio rice
4 cups chicken stock
1⁄2 cup Pecorino Romano cheese
Salt and pepper, to taste
Lemon zest, pine nuts and white truffle oil, to garnish

First, make the Brussels sprouts. In a deep skillet over medium high heat, melt the butter. Add the sprouts and cook, stirring occasionally, until slightly charred. Add the lemon juice and stir to coat. Add salt and pepper to taste, cover and set aside.

To make the risotto, heat the stock in a small saucepan and keep warm. Meanwhile, in a medium saucepan, melt the butter over medium heat. Sauté the onions until translucent. Add the rice and stir. Add the wine and cook until absorbed by the rice. Add the stock to the rice 1⁄2 cup at a time, stirring—preferably with a wooden spoon—until absorbed. Work slowly, adding the stock until the rice has become creamy and soft, but not mushy. This will take about 30 minutes. Add the Pecorino Romano and stir until melted. Next, fold in the Brussels sprouts. Serve immediately garnished with a pinch of lemon zest, pine nuts and drizzled with white truffle oil.

November 2014
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Sweet Dreams
By Kieran Butler

When given minimal guidelines for a design project, Jackie Bayer lets her imagination run wild. The senior design director of Amanda Austin Interiors opted for pure opulence when designing this stunning guest bedroom in Catonsville.

“We were able to use materials that are more luxurious, because they aren’t getting daily wear and tear,” says Bayer, who drew inspiration from the fashion sense of the wife who resides there. “The whole room was meant to be a version of how she dresses and moves.”

The owner’s penchant for rich, colorful scarfs translated into a gold chinoiserie pattern embellished on the deep teal wallpaper—“Blue Pine” by Little Greene. Her signature jewelry became sconces with tassels and mini-chandeliers used in lieu of lamps on the nightstands. Bayer then dressed the rest of the space with silk, wool, linen and even a little velvet—bringing in neutrals to balance the darkness of the wall color.

Contemporary pieces play nicely with traditional details, including reproductions of vintage Vogue covers and the classic slipper chairs that flank the bed—the perfect focal point of this fashionable room and dream project.

“The clients let us take our creative vision and run with it,” says Bayer. “That’s a beautiful treat that doesn’t happen very often.”

RESOURCES

Interior Design:
Amanda Austin Interiors
Jackie Bayer and Sadie Sanchez
443-759-6177
amandaaustininteriors.com

Custom Bed:
Mitchell Yanosky
410-467-2211
mitchellyanosky.com

Carpet:
Greenspring Carpet Source
410-561-9200
greenspringcarpetsource.com

Upholstery:
Ibello Upholstery
410-243-1163
ibelloupholstery.com

November 2014
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Covet
Arm Candy by designer Rebecca Myers...
By Paige Whipple
Covet



At night, Rebecca Myers’ Clipper Mill studio sits beneath sparkling lights strung across the brick rooftops, but during the day, it sparkles on its own. Visible reflections of nature grace the display cases with rings crafted perfectly into the shape of a twig, honeybee-adorned necklaces, delicate flower earrings and, of course, our particular favorite, the Peony Cuff. The piece boasts an 18-karat-gold setting and 22-karat-gold overlay, combined with oxidized silver, ruby and diamonds. “I get most inspiration straight from my own garden,” says the designer. “But we have some other natural elements sprinkled into the collection, like earrings that are cast eucalyptus seeds from Costa Rica.” To view Myers’ luxe designs in person, make an appointment to stop by her showroom at 2010 Clipper Park Road. Peony Cuff, $9,800. 410-889-3393, rebeccamyersdesign.com

November 2014
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Savvy Shopper


Fab Formal

Savvy remembers trying on formal gowns in a women’s store where she had little privacy, which didn’t bother her but did bother the bored men sitting at the bottom of the stairs. (Apparently, they were shocked by her appearance in a bustier.) Such silliness isn’t a problem at Francesca’s Atelier, where women—i.e., the paying customers—can privately try on garments to their hearts’ content. “We understand women,” says owner Francesca Ripple, who’s had years in the biz at her eponymous bridal boutique, “and we know that a 50-year-old is different from a 20-year-old. She wants to look age-appropriate, but still fashionable. She doesn’t want to be smothered in chiffon.” Monique Lhuillier, Paula Varsalona and Theia are just some of the designers whose gowns and cocktail dresses await you in this new glam space. Green Spring Station, Lutherville, 443-841-7057

Finer Things

Savvy is gobsmacked by the swirl of color and texture in the new, 2,000-square-foot space of Samuel Parker Clothier. Twice as big as its former Lake Falls Village location, it still reflects owner Ken Himmelstein’s impeccable style, with English standards like Turnbull & Asser, Seaward & Stearn and Drake’s supplemented with new lines such as Breuer of Paris. Gentlemen, start your engines. Village of Cross Keys, 410-435-5000



Get Your Chic On

When Savvy discovered Canadian designer Frank Lyman in Montreal years ago, she flipped. So imagine her delight to find his vibrant prints and elegant shapes here in Charm City. Newly moved from Kenilworth to Cross Keys, Chic Chic Boutique is the dream child of Rosanna and Dario Sech, a husband-wife duo from Italy. In addition to Lyman’s nonpareil (and wrinkle-free!) clothing, they carry sumptuous watercolor frocks and versatile jackets by Marisamonti, party dresses by Rinascimento and Le Vertige, wool scarves hand-knitted by Rosanna herself and exotic, vintage-looking handbags by m. andonia—the latter spotted on Halle Berry and Jennifer Aniston. Babes from 25 to 75 will be happy shopping here. Village of Cross Keys, 410-435-0090



Man Up

Red chairs hanging from the walls? Vintage bicycle seats as hooks? Where am I? In the new mostly men’s store called Angel Park. Perhaps not the manliest name, Sav thinks, but who is she to question the marketing acumen of Toni James and her husband, Justin, who have made such a success of Katwalk next door? There are a few women’s items here, but Angel Park is full of Y chromosomes. High-end leather goods by Daniel Won, avant-garde Parisian styles by Billtornade, bow ties by Marshall Artist, even facial scrub by Man Cave—all sing a siren song to the guy who wants more than just T-shirts and jeans. 1707 Aliceanna St., Fells Point, 410-669-0600

November 2014
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Mountain Majesty
Foodies, fitness fans and fashionistas all feel at home at this luxe retreat in the farmlands of Tennessee.
By Mary Ann Treger



It’s like discovering a pearl in the wilderness,” says a Versace-clad woman to her dinner companions while I sip a glass of Cabernet and savor a bit of eavesdropping at Blackberry Farm. It is the perfect description. 

Few would expect such refinement in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains in east Tennessee. Don’t bother looking for a sign on the main road to guide you to a place where chic and sheep coincide—gawkers are discouraged. In fact, the average tourist has never heard of this rural retreat and that suits Blackberry Farm just fine. They don’t advertise.

Instead, word-of-mouth, articles in high-end publications, top rankings on nearly every “best resort” list plus awards from the James Beard Foundation and Wine Spectator feed the momentum. Hollywood celebs (rumor has it Oprah and Martha Stewart stayed here), West Coast techies and others in the know frequent this bucolic resort/spa/gourmet getaway for exceptional and very private R&R. 

Even the word “resort” feels wrong. “Experience” is a better description. With only 69 rooms and cottages on 4,200 acres (plus an additional 5,000 acres of private wilderness for fox hunting, horseback riding, fly-fishing or hiking) this Relais & Chateaux working farm and gastronomic mecca offers perks that are far from the usual golf or skiing choices (they don’t have either).

They do have a dairy, creamery, charcuterie and brewery plus a master cheesemaker, beekeeper, chocolatier and preservationist who oversees the jam making. Jams also are sold on the farm as well as to fancy food emporiums through- out the U.S. (The blueberry is to die for.)

All vegetables served are grown on the farm and only heirloom seeds are used. Milk from the sheep is used to make their yogurt and cheeses. A butcher and baker are on staff and, odds are, a candlestick maker is here somewhere, too. The sommelier and his team oversee a 221-page wine list representing 175,000 bottles including rare vintages such as a $8,500 bottle of Montrachet.

The farm is even cultivating truffles.

To hunt for them—assuming they materialize, there are no guarantees for this 10-year project—Blackberry is breeding rare Lagotto Romagnolo dogs imported from Italy. Fall in love with a puppy? They are for sale—$6,000 each, trained with commands given exclusively in Italian, of course. Untrained, the price is halved.

Privately owned and managed by the Beall family since the early ’70s, Blackberry Farm employs a staff of 375 to care for its pampered guests. Room rates include three glorious meals each day and begin at $795; cottage suites from $1,495. For families or groups of friends needing four or five bedrooms, a new Garden House collection includes a main house with a full kitchen so the chef can create private dining experiences plus two charming cottages clustered nearby.

When the Blackberry’s new spa, The Wellhouse, opened I talked my hubby into a three-night stay. On arrival, our car is whisked away. (Our cottage comes with its own golf cart.) If we want a lift, a fleet of new Lexus cars is available, with or without a driver.

From the outside, our brown wood-framed cottage appears unremarkable.

Inside we find all the bells and whistles of a luxury hotel—soaring 17-foot ceiling in the living/bedroom, polished wood floors topped with eclectic furnishings, Frette linens and robes plus a pantry stocked with complimentary snacks. The bathroom is big enough for a family reunion. (With heated floors, natch.)

Despite the temptation to hang out in the fancy digs, we head outdoors, winding our way through pastures dotted with horses and a dozen piglets following their mom. We discover a crystal-clear trout stream, a tranquil lake and we linger at the boathouse before putting a canoe to use. While there are plenty of activities—yoga, fly-fishing, horseback riding and archery for starters—there is something to be said for doing nothing. The only thing on my ‘to do’ list is visiting the spa, which specializes in incorporating wellness and beauty rituals inspired by the region’s mountains, forests and other natural elements.

Face down on the massage table, my dings and dents are tweaked as hot, moist herbal poultices are pressed into my aching muscles. The delicious scent is a combination of ginger, mint, lemon verbena and sage taken straight from the farm’s own garden. I make a mental note to try the Sheep’s Milk, Lavender and Wildflower Honey Pedicure on my next visit, but after 90 minutes of detoxifying bliss, I’m ready for something else hedonistic: dinner! 

“Good evening,” says the tall young man who swoops down upon us, ready to fulfill our every wish. I’m having trouble focusing on menu choices. Instead, I’m fixated on the room, a splendid turn-of-the-century barn with high ceilings and massive beams.

I place the snowy white antique linen napkin on my lap and scan the French china and sterling silver. Given the game plan we anticipate a hoity-toity menu. While there is plenty of haute cuisine, the forward-thinking chef creatively combines fancier fare with southern foothills food. And, he doesn’t take himself too seriously —Guinea Hen Croquettes with White Truffle Sauce are served on a piece of tree bark. My husband’s paté is served on slate at the same time my Swiss Chard Salad is presented on fancy gold-rimmed china.   

Dinner may be the star each day, but breakfast and lunch aren’t far behind. Both are served in a room you would expect to find in a private country estate. In our cozy banquette, surrounded by the owners’ impressive art collection and
antique furnishings, we decide that the most beautiful art (and there’s plenty of it) is the daily vista of fog hanging over the Smokies as viewed from the sprawling stone terrace.

By day three, we’re accustomed to being spoiled. At checkout, a perky young man appears with two boxed lunches for our trip home. Even those aren’t ordinary—turkey sandwiches with scallion mayo on rosemary flatbread, containers of radish and stewed-apple salad and the most extraordinary chocolate chip cookies on the planet. A perfect parting gift for a perfect weekend. blackberryfarm.com

November 2014
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High Roller
By Ginny Lawhorn




Casinos worldwide are known for extravagance in service and decadent offerings. The Foxwoods Resort Casino in Connecticut is a prime example with its $3,000 signature Sapphire Martini garnished with a pair of sapphire and diamond earrings. Here is our luxurious, blue curacao-free interpretation. Earrings sold separately.

4 large ripe blueberries
3 oz dry champagne
1.5 oz Combier Pamplemousse Rose Liqueur
1 oz Perry’s Tot Navy Strength Gin
1 teaspoon fresh grapefruit juice

In a mixing tin muddle the blueberries with gin, liqueur and grapefruit juice. Add ice and stir gently for 30 seconds. Pour through a fine strainer into a coupe glass and fill with champagne. Garnish with a grapefruit twist and a few blueberries.

November 2014
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City Smart - November 2014
Hot Happenings In...
By Ian Zelaya

Washington, D.C

Remember detective Lester Freamon from “The Wire”? Long before Clarke Peters played the smart cookie who solved crimes in the streets of Baltimore, he wrote a hit musical called Five Guys Named Moe—an homage to swingin’ songwriter and saxophonist Louis Jordan—which debuted at London’s West End Theatre in 1990. The story follows Nomax, a recently dumped, whiskey-swilling romantic who finds new hope from five cheerful jazz musicians who pop out of his 1930s-style radio. Jump on the “Choo Choo Ch’Boogie” bandwagon when director Robert O’Hara deftly revives the show for a six-week run, starting Nov. 14, at Arena Stage. arenastage.org

Philadelphia

One of the most innovative design companies in the world, Swiss family-owned Vitra has been creating eye-catching artwork, accessories, furniture and more since 1950. In Vitra—Design, Architecture, Communication: A European Project with American Roots, you can learn the colorful story behind the company’s U.S. connections, inspired collaborations (with the likes of Philippe Starck) and contemporary campus that includes a museum and offices designed by Frank Gehry. Nov. 22 to April 26, 2015, at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. philamuseum.org


New York City

Yeah, yeah, we know. A shirtless Bradley Cooper is a sight for sore eyes. But the Oscar-nominated actor’s chiseled figure will be the last thing on your mind when you see him take on the heartbreaking role of Joseph Merrick in the second Broadway revival of Bernard Pomerance’s late-1970s play, The Elephant Man. Based on the true-life story of Merrick—a Victorian Englishman who was given the titular alias at a freak show due to his physical deformities—Cooper follows in the footsteps of David Bowie and Mark Hamill, who’ve both taken on the part. Also starring: the incomparable Patricia Clarkson and Alessandro Nivola, whom we’ve loved since “Laurel Canyon.” Premieres Nov. 7 at Booth Theatre. elephantmanbroadway.com

November 2014
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Dessert Duel
Pumpkin Flan Bread Pudding
Angie Law

SERVES 12
1⁄2 cup granulated sugar
8 cups of sliced day-old brioche
1 cup milk
1 cup heavy cream
1 15 ounce can of pumpkin puree
(not pumpkin pie mix)
3 eggs
1 cup packed dark brown sugar
2 tablespoons ground cinnamon
1 tablespoon vanilla
1 tablespoon ground ginger
1⁄4 tablespoon ground nutmeg
1⁄4 tablespoon kosher salt

Spray an 8-inch cake pan lightly with pan spray. Sprinkle the 1⁄2 cup of granulated sugar evenly in the cake pan. Bake the sugar in a 400-degree F oven until sugar caramelizes and turns amber in color. Swirl the pan if necessary, but do not stir. Let the pan cool, allowing the caramel to harden. Slice the brioche into 1-inch cubes. Set aside.

In a large mixing bowl, whisk together milk and heavy cream. Then whisk in the pumpkin puree, eggs, brown sugar, cinnamon, vanilla, ginger, nutmeg and salt. Toss the sliced brioche in the pumpkin milk mixture. Allow to soak for 8-10 minutes. Pour the soaked bread into the cake pan.

Bake at 350 degrees F for about 35-40 minutes. Allow to cool for 10 minutes and then very carefully, using oven mitts or a dry towel, flip the cake onto serving plate being careful not to get any caramel on you (it will be hot!). Serve warm or cold with whipped cream.

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Dessert Duel
Apple Spice Cupcakes with Caramel Drizzle
Delaney Van Dyke

Makes 24 cupcakes
1 stick unsalted butter, room
temperature (plus more for coating muffin pans if needed)
21⁄2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1⁄2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1⁄2 teaspoon ground ginger
1⁄2 teaspoon ground cloves
1⁄2 teaspoon ground allspice
1⁄2 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs, room temperature
1 cup white sugar
1 cup brown sugar
3⁄4 cup buttermilk
3 cups grated green apple (about
4 medium, peeled and cored)

For the vanilla frosting:
2 cups confectioners’ sugar
2 tablespoons butter, softened
2 tablespoons whole milk
1⁄2 teaspoon vanilla extract

For the caramel sauce:
20 Kraft caramel pieces, unwrapped
1⁄2 cup whole milk

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Grease 24 muffin cups, or line with paper muffin liners. Sift together the flour, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, clove, allspice and salt; set aside.

Beat the butter, white sugar and brown sugar with an electric mixer in a large bowl. Add the room-temperature eggs, 1 at a time. (Blend first egg into the butter mixture before adding second egg.)

Stir in the buttermilk and grated apple after the last egg. Stir in the flour mixture, mixing until just incorporated. Pour the batter into the prepared muffin cups.

Bake in the preheated oven until golden and the tops spring back when lightly pressed, 20-25 minutes. Cool in the pans for 5 minutes before removing to cool completely on a wire rack. While the cupcakes are cooling, make the frosting.

In a bowl, combine all frosting ingredients. Beat on medium speed until smooth and fluffy. Spread over cooled cupcakes or use an icing bag and decorate.

Microwave caramels and milk in large microwaveable bowl on high 3 to 31⁄2 minutes or until caramels are completely melted, stirring after each minute. Using spoon, drizzle sauce over iced cupcakes.

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Small Bite Battle
Savory Sausage StarsKim Wiggins
Kim Wiggins

Makes 48 stars
1 pound bulk sausage (I prefer hot)
7 ounce jar roasted red bell peppers
1 package wonton wrappers
2 cups sharp cheddar cheese, shredded
2 cups Monterey Jack cheese, shredded
8 ounce bottle of ranch dressing
1 can (2.25 ounces) black olives, chopped

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Individually place wonton wrappers in muffin pan and bake for 7-10 minutes, until golden brown. Take out of the pan and place on a cooling rack and cool completely. Repeat until all of the wrappers are cooked.

Cook sausage (per package directions), then drain any excess grease and crumble. Drain roasted red peppers and chop into small pieces. Set both aside.

Mix all ingredients except for the sausage in a large bowl. Add sausage and mix thoroughly.

Place wonton wrappers on large baking sheet. Scoop 2 tablespoons of the sausage mixture into each wonton cup. Place in the oven for 10 minutes or until mixture melts. Serve immediately.

Cook’s tip: Wonton wrappers can be cooked up to 3 days in advance and stored in an airtight container.

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Small Bite Battle
BBQ Pork Sliders w/ Avocado Crème & Pickled Red Cabbage Slaw
Marc Dixon

Makes 24 mini sliders
5 lb boneless pork shoulder or butt
4 tablespoons kosher salt
3 tablespoons curry powder
3 tablespoons smoked paprika
2 tablespoons cayenne
3 tablespoons dried oregano
3 tablespoons garlic powder
3 tablespoons onion powder
3 tablespoons ground cumin
2 tablespoons ground black peppercorn
24 mini buns

For the braising liquid:
2 cups ketchup
1 quart orange juice
1 quart chicken stock
2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
2 tablespoons soy sauce
Remainder of spice blend (above)

For the red cabbage slaw:
1⁄4 head red cabbage, shredded
1⁄4 cup kosher salt
1⁄4 cup sugar
1⁄4 cup red wine vinegar

For the avocado crème:
1 avocado, peeled and pitted
1⁄4 cup milk
1 cup heavy cream
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 ounce chives, snipped
Salt to taste

To prep the pork: Preheat barbecue grill to max temperature, and oven to 225 degrees F. Cut the pork shoulder into 4 even pieces. Mix all spice ingredients together to make a “spice rub.” Coat pork entirely with rub, using a baking pan to catch excess. Reserve excess.

To make the braising liquid: In a large mixing bowl, add ketchup and leftover spice rub. Mix well. Add remaining ingredients and mix well.

To make the red cabbage slaw: Combine red cabbage, salt and sugar. Mix well and let sit for 20 minutes. Strain juices and rinse cabbage well. Mix cabbage with red wine vinegar and let sit for 1 hour. Strain cabbage and place in airtight container. Keep cold until needed.

To make the avocado crème: In a blender, combine all ingredients and puree until smooth. Adjust seasoning if needed.

To cook pork: If using an outdoor grill, place pork on grill and char all sides to look “burnt.” Watch out for flare-ups. If grill is not an option, pan sear in large skillet in a well-ventilated kitchen. Once pork has been properly charred, place in a roasting pan with enough room for braising liquid. Pour braising liquid into pan with pork. (Liquid should barely cover meat.) If more liquid is needed, just add water.

Cover pan with foil and place in oven. Cook for 3 hours or until pork is “fork tender.” Cool pork in liquid until easy to touch. Remove pork and shred. Strain braising liquid into a large pot and reduce over medium heat until liquid starts to thicken. Stir in shredded pork and continue to cook until a thick “BBQ pork” consistency is met. (Alternatively, use a Crock-Pot and follow manufacturer’s instructions.)

To serve: Lightly toast mini buns, , throw some cabbage slaw on the bottom, top with avocado crème, add pork and top with more avocado crème and top bun. Or serve “big” on a traditional bun or your favorite bread, also toasted.

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Breakfast of Champions
Omnivore’s Delight
Scott Stauber

SERVES 4
4 eggs (your heart’s desire of color)
1 large bunch of thick asparagus, peeled and trimmed
1⁄2 pound pancetta, thinly sliced
Smoked paprika, to sprinkle
Radish, shaved for garnish
Extra-virgin olive oil
Manchego cheese, shaved

For the lemon honey vinaigrette:
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
1 tablespoon shallot, minced
1 tablespoon honey
1⁄2 teaspoon Dijon mustard
1⁄8 tablespoon smoked paprika
1⁄8 teaspoon dried thyme
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
Pinch of kosher salt

For the tomatoes:
Mix of heirloom tomatoes
Kosher salt
Fresh ground pepper

To make the main dish: Place eggs in simmering water and poach. Remove from water and place on a paper towel.

Toss the asparagus in a little extra virgin olive oil to coat. Sprinkle the smoked paprika on the asparagus. Wrap a few layers of pancetta evenly and snugly around the asparagus. Grill or pan sear until pancetta is crisp.

To make the vinaigrette: Whisk all ingredients together except the oil. Then slowly whisk in the oil until the dressing emulsifies.

To make the tomatoes: First cut the tomatoes into 1⁄4-inch slices, then slice each piece in half to create a half-moon appearance. Shingle the different types of half-moon tomatoes on the base of plate. Season with kosher salt and fresh pepper.

To plate: Place pancetta wrapped asparagus on top of tomatoes. Place poached egg on top of the asparagus, sprinkle with a little paprika and drizzle the vinaigrette over the egg and asparagus. Shave flakes of manchego and garnish with a little shaved radish.

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Breakfast of Champions
Heath Bar Pancakes
Chad Gauss

SERVES 4
2 cups flour
1⁄4 cup sugar
1⁄2 teaspoon baking soda
4 teaspoons baking powder
1⁄2 teaspoon salt
4  eggs
21⁄4 cups buttermilk
2 ounces melted butter 
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Heath bar pieces, as needed

Mix all dry ingredients (except Heath bar pieces) well. Mix wet ingredients well. Fold into each other. 

Place a nonstick pan or a griddle on medium heat. Add a small amount of butter to the pan. Pour in the pancake batter and sprinkle a bunch of Heath bar pieces into the batter.

When the mix starts to bubble, flip the pancake and cook on the other side. Serve with butter and maple syrup. Powdered sugar, too.

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Chef Talk
By Martha Thomas

CHEF TALK: Bella Kline, Pen & Quill

After years of wrangling, a massive renovation and grand opening with the mayor and VIPs, the reincarnation of the iconic Chesapeake restaurant never hit its stride. The Karzai family, which owns b Bistro, The Helmand and neighboring Tapas Teatro, pulled out of the original project in 2011, but stepped back in. They reorganized the dining room, freshened the menu and hired chef Bella Kline, 24, who has worked at Chameleon in Baltimore and Chicago’s Michelin-starred Longman & Eagle. Pen & Quill opened in late summer.

What’s your cooking style?
My training has been very French. Things like choucroute garnie (sauerkraut and pork). But here we’re doing it with more of a Korean profile, with fish sauce and ginger, a marriage of sauerkraut and kimchi.

What was it like to work at a Michelin-starred restaurant?
The biggest thing was the expectation for your knife work. There’s only one way to do a brunoise, that’s a small dice. The Longman & Eagle chef, Jared Wentworth, is the kind of guy I love working for. It was like a well-manicured pirate ship. He’s crazy and wants everyone to have fun. But if something isn’t perfect, it’s going in the trashcan. You sit up a little straighter when he’s around.

Is that the kind of kitchen you run?
I definitely want to have the respect from my cooks that I had for him. I want them to be the best they can be.

How did you find out about the job?
My sister, Naomi Kline, is beverage director here. She was long-term bartender at Tapas before Helmand brought her here.

Why do you think the Chesapeake tanked?
All that I’ve heard is, whatever they were trying to do didn’t work. Maybe it was the design of the dining room: A huge wall divided in half. If a server can’t see your table, they don’t know what you need.

How do you make an amazing experience?
It’s not just about the food. We want to be the friendliest restaurant in town. The Karzais are very present. Normally in restaurants, something breaks and you say, “Where’s the duct tape?” Here, if something breaks they fix it. We had a really big flood the first weekend the restaurant opened. It was Quayum [Karzai] cleaning it up in the morning.

You ‘thru-hiked’ the Appalachian Trail with your fiancée, Meaghan. How did that work out?
It was our “Can we spend the rest of our lives together?” test. We passed.

What did you eat?
I started out pretty ambitious. Our packs were the heaviest. But when you’re walking 20 miles a day, you can easily eat everything. So we got more realistic. It became more of a freeze-dried life. Some hikers wasted away to nothing. I was the strongest I’ve ever been. You take your pack off, you feel you could do anything.

November 2014
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Now Serving
By Martha Thomas


Cocktail Culture


The newly opened Bookmakers Cocktail Club, atmospheric by Federal Hill standards, combines the intimacy of a dimly lit speak-easy with an imaginative kitchen and bar.  The team is impressive, beginning with chef Chris Amendola, who came to Baltimore to take over the kitchen at Fleet Street Kitchen after working at Blue Hill at Stone Barns in upstate New York—ground zero for the farm-to-table furor. Ryan Sparks, who worked at Of Love and Regret, Jack’s Bistro and most recently Rye (by the same team behind Bookmakers), is a cocktail techie, compressing ghost peppers into bitters or extracting tincture of nasturtium for cocktails. The kitchen and bar share herbs and seasonal fruits to create eclectic menus that cry out for pairings. The sublime Old Fashioned, made with 1792 Bourbon and an artisanal ice cube emitting orange essence, is calling. 31 E. Cross St. 443-438-4039, bookmakersbaltimore.com 


Celebrity Dish


Chef Bryan Voltaggio says Baltimore’s Aggio, in the rapidly redecorated Tatu space—charcoal walls, mod lighting, painted brick—can be taken a lot less seriously than Volt in Frederick, where Table 21 proffers a 21-course prix-fixe symphony of flavor and texture. The new restaurant located in Power Plant Live! has a high-back banquette they call the “Godfather’s Table,” where you can order whatever you want. “I encourage grazing,” says the chef. “That’s what Italian eating should be.” While influenced by Voltaggio’s heritage and crafted by chef de cuisine Dan Izzo (who’s worked at New York’s Lupa), the food here is a far cry from Little Italy red sauce. Dishes are infused with Voltaggio’s passion for all things Chesapeake. The $95 chef’s tasting (yup, but you don’t have to order it) offers a squid ink pasta with Maryland blue crab. The regular menu boasts creative fare like Berkshire pork with pistachio butter and peach mostarda. “I grew up coming to the harbor and love this area,” says the Top Chef contender, who also plans to open a contemporary diner, Family Meal, in the old Houlihan’s spot by year’s end. 614 Water St. 410-528-0200, volt-aggio.com

November 2014
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Table Manners
By Martha Thomas

STYLE food editor Martha Thomas reflects on the ups and downs, ins and outs, of restaurant dining with children.

Many years ago, Marc Dettori prepared a feast for a friend’s birthday party. The buffet table was loaded with familiar dishes from Dettori’s native France: salade niçoise, quiche, pissaladiere (an onion tart with a pastry crust) and burgers from meat he had ground himself.

There were plenty of guests—both kids and adults—at the gathering, but in Dettori’s memory, one family stands out like a punch in the gut. “The kids didn’t recognize anything on the buffet,” recalls the Petit Louis maître d’. “They took one look and threw a fit.”

The solution? The parents left and “came back with these big buckets from Kentucky Fried Chicken.” To say Dettori was miffed would be a misreading of the situation. “You can’t be mad at children. I was mostly sad,” he tells me. “The parents didn’t give their kids an opportunity to try something different.”

When Dettori, now 63, was a kid growing up in the Beaujolais region, he says “we ate what the adults ate. I don’t remember my mother making special meals for us.” And in restaurants, he recalls, “there was no such thing as a children’s menu.”

I myself am not a fan of special menus for children. What’s the point of raising kids to believe that eating out means eating chicken fingers and mac n’ cheese? But kids’ menus mean parents can find something for their oft-picky offspring. Portions and prices are child-sized.

Petit Louis doesn’t have “quote unquote kids’ food, but they can usually find something they like,” Dettori says. He sees kids eating escargot, foie gras and steak frites (restaurateur Tony Foreman says it’s not uncommon for parents to introduce snails to kids as young as 3).

But let’s be honest. As delightful as an escargot-eating toddler sounds, sometimes kids and restaurants can be a recipe for disaster—and not just when there’s no fried chicken on the menu. Though Dettori has never had to ask a family to leave, he’s packed plenty of dinners in carryout containers after a kid has had a tantrum.

“If you can’t get your child to quiet down in one minute, that’s the line,” says Cynthia Lett, a Montgomery County-based etiquette and protocol expert, and author of “Modern Civility,” released in January 2014. “No matter how cute they are, they’re disturbing other diners,” she says. Sure, outbursts happen, but to allow bad behavior to continue, Lett points out, “is the height of rudeness.”

Her son, now 16, has been going to restaurants with his parents since he was a baby. “My son is autistic and would have true meltdowns. When it happened, we’d march him out—no matter if it was raining or snowing,” says Lett, adding that she and her husband became pros at predicting where their son’s mood would go, so they could determine if it was safe to go back to their meal—or if they should box it up to take home.

The problems parents face when they bring small children to restaurants can be amplified when the tab is high. “If you’re paying $100-$200 per person, you don’t want to share your experience with someone’s small person,” says Lett.

“I understand that many parents are trying their best, but why should everyone in my party be inconvenienced—or have a less enjoyable meal—because your child is misbehaving?” says a fellow media type who prefers not to be named in this article. “I don’t think the ‘It Takes a Village’ philosophy needs to extend to Sunday brunch at Gertrude’s. Find an IHOP and have a rooty tooty, fresh ’n fruity day.”

Indeed, the question of whether kids even belong in fine restaurants swirled across the Internet in the early part of the year, after chef Grant Achatz, owner of Chicago’s famed Alinea (where dinner for two can run upward of $1,000), tweeted about a crying 8-month-old; his shorthand musing included the question, “tell ppl no kids?” The reaction to that idea is, not surprisingly, polarized. Some advocate banning kids altogether—as a smattering of restaurants from Brooklyn, N.Y. to Monterey, Calif., have done—to fierce defense of the parents’ right to expose their children to the world. “People want to take kids to jazzy places to give them an exotic experience,” points out Foreman. In some cases, parents might not have a choice. As the story goes, the couple at Alinea had a babysitter cancel on that fateful night, and didn’t want to walk away from the exalted pre-paid reservation.

While Lett and others fix responsibility on the parents, Foreman says the restaurant staff can step in to help. He remembers two little girls—he guesses they were about 2 and 4—who waged battle in a banquette at Cinghiale. “For the people on the other side, all they knew is there were wild animals next door,” he says. The staff moved the offended diners to a new table and “did a restart.” The couple received fresh drinks and new first courses, says Foreman. “It was like covering moving expenses to put them in a new neighborhood.”

The family-run Victoria Gastro Pub in Columbia offers an adults-only dining area—like a pre-emptive strike for guests who want a predictably quiet, sophisticated dining experience. “We’ve found this actually attracts more families to the restaurant,” says chief operating officer Rachael Mull, who runs the restaurant with her parents and sister. “Our regulars feel more comfortable, because they know people who don’t want to be around their kids will be seated in a different area.” The restaurant also gives out custom bibs with the tagline “Poutine Please?” (one of the restaurant’s must-have dishes) to babes and toddlers.

Jessica and Albert Grosman’s daughter visited her first restaurant “when she was a day old,” says Jessica, a dietitian and consultant. Now Linley, 8, eats stinky cheese in Paris (“the stinkier the better,” according to her mother), baby octopus in Japan and game meats in London—Albert is a portfolio manager who has clients all over the world. “We were just in Italy and I think she ate her body weight in cured meat,” says Jessica, a vegetarian.

Linley’s favorite restaurant is Petit Louis, where she loves mushroom velouté and escargot, says Grosman. “She’s very upset when mushrooms aren’t on the menu. We have to explain to her that you only get them in season.”

Grosman believes that many Americans don’t hold their children to high standards when it comes to food. “We let them eat junk food to make them happy,” an approach that can backfire, she points out, as “additives and sugar probably contribute to their bad behavior.”

Today’s American chain and casual restaurants enable less than optimal diets with kids’ menus of fried foods, greasy burgers, pizza and noodles with sweet red sauce. But plenty of independent Baltimore chefs make an effort to please both kids and their parents. Thomas Rudis has had a dish called “Cactus Flower” on the menu at Golden West for more than a decade. It’s slices of Granny Smith apple surrounding a scoop of peanut butter. Kids also can order plain quesadillas with grilled chicken.

Personally, I love Woodberry Kitchen’s “Carrots and their Tops.” On my first visit to the restaurant, the server set down a plate of braised carrots, glistening with maple sugar-sweetened butter, and told me, “Here are your carrots.” He then poured green sauce—made from macerated carrot tops blended with the braising liquid—from a small pitcher, announcing, “and their tops.”

In my memory, this dish is magical; after experiencing it at an adult dinner, I couldn’t wait to bring my then-7-year-old daughter to try it. Sure enough, she found both the ritual and the sweet, buttery vegetables enchanting.

Woodberry also has a seasonal kids’ menu, with flatbreads from the wood oven, grilled chicken-on-a-stick and miniature steak frites. For Spike Gjerde, the issue isn’t just feeding kids. “Being a kid-friendly restaurant isn’t a passive thing,” says the owner/chef. “You have to engage them.” Woodberry offers a menu with a farm scene for coloring, and a small tin of K-dough, a version of modeling clay, made with flour and olive oil, colored with seasonal berries, greens or even coffee.

Gjerde’s own kids, now 11 and 14, are “both an 11 on the pickiness scale,” he says. But they’re coming around. His son Finn, 14, recently had a birthday party at Toki Underground, Erik Bruner-Yang’s ramen bar in D.C., where Gjerde has “tasted things so good they made my hair stand up.” Even so, he says, “ramen is a good entry point” for kids.

Beth and Eric Laverick—and their kids, Molly, 3, and Connor, 5—are fans of the Middle Eastern food at Lebanese Taverna. “People are surprised when I tell them the kids’ menu is fabulous,” says Beth, a local events marketing guru. Her kids eat falafel, lamb shawarma and hummus with vegetable sticks.

The family lives in Patterson Park, and makes dining out a family adventure. “We might ride scooters to Johnny Rad’s or combine a meal at Red Star on Wolfe Street with a visit to the playground on nearby Thames,” says Beth. But note: There’s always a bailout plan. “Everyplace we go is within walking distance” in case of irredeemable meltdown, she says. “Or we call Über.”

When my daughter was born, we lived in Manhattan, and I wrote restaurant reviews for a neighborhood newspaper. We’d make reservations for the hour she’d most reliably sleep and I’d prepare for her arrival with a soothing supper of mother’s milk. Most of the time, she’d fall asleep on the banquette by my side.

When she got older, I established rules, based on experiences I’d had with friends’ kids. The worst of all, I thought, was getting out of their chairs, roaming the restaurant, or making the table into a fort. If you ask my 15-year-old today the most important rule of restaurant behavior, she’ll quickly tell you, “Don’t go under the table.”




Go Early. Tip well.

When I reached out to a few parents of young kids for anecdotes about restaurant meltdowns, I heard an overwhelming number of stories about diaper blowouts. I also heard about a little boy, told to dress up for a fancy outing, who ran up to his room and put on a red velvet cape and golden crown. Taking a child to a restaurant can be both charming and challenging. We asked some experts for tips.

>> Start teaching manners at home. “We’re raising a generation where sitting at the table is an occasion,” laments etiquette expert Cynthia Lett. If you practice graciousness at home, “it will be second nature when you go out.”

>>Go before 5. “If you take kids to a restaurant after 7,” says Beth Laverick, “you’re asking for trouble.” The marketing maven and mother of two also has found that in some restaurants, the bar is quiet in the early evening. “Patrons are more casual in the bar area,” she adds.

>>No matter when you go, make sure kids aren’t exhausted. For many children, 5 to 6 p.m. can be witching hour, when a long day and hunger combine to make them cranky. As with Scarlett O’Hara, a snack before dinner may keep them chill.

>>Bring along distractions. Even parents who eschew toddlers on iPads swear by electronic entertainment to settle a child desperate to make a fort under a neighboring table.

>>Don’t demand special foods. “There’s usually something on the menu the kids will eat,” says Laverick. “Figure it out.”

>>Tip generously. Laverick remembers a family who regularly came to a restaurant where she worked as a server. “The kids were out of control. The parents let them whine and scream,  tear open jelly and sugar packets, crush Cheerios and cement raisins into the floor. Then they’d leave a 15 percent tip…if we were lucky.”

>>Think economically. If you are blowing big bucks on a meal, wouldn’t it be fiscally prudent to subsidize your peace of mind with the cost of a babysitter? —M.T.

 


       

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In Living Color
By Kathy Hudson



Photography by Tony Amador

Kilburn? Kile-burn? Sill-born? How DO you pronounce it? And where is it? That’s what people once asked about Cylburn Arboretum (pronounced SILL-burn, by the way). No more. This once under-discovered treasure on Greenspring Avenue, near Sinai Hospital, today enjoys rising-star status among the green oases of Baltimore City. Hundreds of well-pruned trees, wide lawns, 14 gardens and 3.5 miles of trails greet visitors as they walk, jog, bike or drive through the shiny black gates.

Some 42,000 visitors each year experience nature, educational programs and entertainment on the 207-acre property that once belonged to chromium magnate Jesse Tyson. This year, Cylburn celebrates 60 years as an arboretum open to the public for free. Although the Tyson estate was purchased by the city in 1942, it was turned into a home for neglected children. In 1954, Cylburn reverted back to public park status.

“While Tyson’s brother’s house, Ruscombe, is surrounded today by cement, Jesse Tyson’s home is still gardens and an arboretum. He and his wife were all about the landscape. They had a conservatory that’s gone now,” says Lynda McClary, executive director of the Cylburn Arboretum Association. The nonprofit maintains and installs the plants and trees and organizes public programs and outreach initiatives, from outings and camps for children to yoga classes and art exhibits. The buildings, grounds and plantings themselves are owned by Baltimore City.

On a sunny weekday afternoon, joggers run on the trail by the entrance. A family picnics near the 10,000-square-foot Vollmer Center, a green building with three green roofs, offices for the Federated Garden Clubs of Maryland and the Horticultural Society of Maryland, which recently designed and installed a stylish new entrance garden.

Two children ride a scooter and a trike up to the 1868 Victorian Revival mansion designed by George A. Frederick, also the architect of City Hall. Under an adjacent collection of Japanese maple trees, Maryland Institute College of Art (MICA) professor and Cylburn’s artist-in-residence Paul Moscatt and his wife paint the sculptural canopy of these 150-year-old trees. In nearby formal gardens, frequently used for weddings, Moscatt’s student paints a Lady Baltimore statue.

Beyond a flagstone patio, a photographer shoots the bountiful, end-of-season All-America Selections display of the latest plants and vegetables. Sounds of schoolchildren carry up the hill from the greenhouses and the Johns Hopkins Aquaponics Project, where fish, herbs and vegetables are raised in 3,000 gallons of water.

Cylburn Arboretum has year-round interest. “It is one of the few mature forests in the city,” says McClary. “Some trees are 250 years old.” Tree collections include the evergreen conifer, holly, magnolia and boxwood, as well as deciduous maple, chestnut, oak, dogwood and Japanese maple. Ancient ginkgos and dawn redwoods are stunning in autumn, as are collections of graceful grasses and flaming viburnums. Six named gardens, some filled with native plantings and berries, attract butterflies, beneficial insects and migrating birds.

“The row of maples between the parking lots catches both early morning and late evening sun,” says chief horticulturalist Melissa Grim. “Their yellow color glows when the sun strikes them.” Even the parking lots at Cylburn have curb appeal.

November 2014
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Mrs. Eddie's
Nancy Cohen, Indie Grocer



It’s the stuff of North Baltimore legend. How in 1944, Victor Cohen opened Victor’s, a small market in the historic Tudor shopping center in Roland Park. How, after buying a grocery franchise from Eddie Levy, Victor kept the Eddie’s Supermarket name for his newer, = bigger store on Roland Avenue. How his loyal butcher shop customers insisted that Victor’s meat was better than Eddie’s, and to keep them happy, Cohen offered two butcher shops in his new grocery. Thirty-five years later, Eddie’s still has two butcher shops, Victor’s Prime Meat and Eddie’s USDA Choice Meat—side by side and virtually identical—a source of wonder and amusement to the uninitiated.

Eddie’s feels like the bar in “Cheers” where everybody knows your name. It’s friendly, old-fashioned. On a cold day, Carl Sanders opens the door for shoppers wearing an elegant, full-length cashmere overcoat. Lengthy and deeply personal conversations are held in the aisles. Flirtation is rife. One Roland Parker, who claims to visit three times a day, fears that “when the bomb hits, I will be in the deli line at Eddie’s.”

On the 70th anniversary of Eddie’s of Roland Park (no relation, by the way, to the Eddie’s of Charles Village or Mount Vernon), we spoke to Nancy Cohen at the second Eddie’s store on North Charles Street, which she bought in 1990. Victor Cohen’s daughter and only child, Nancy reflects on her decision to carry on one of Baltimore’s most beloved brands.

My earliest memory of Eddie’s is sitting on the window ledge at the Roland Park store eating Dad’s Oatmeal Cookies out of a huge gold tin.

I have a master’s in psychology from Loyola. But, in 1981, I decided to switch gears—going into the family business instead of going on for an advanced degree.

There was resistance at first. I’d been hanging around the store with my dad since I was a little girl, and when I began to take charge, some people had a problem with that.

Relying on instinct is something you learn with time. I pushed hard, against my dad’s advice, to buy the Charles Street Eddie’s, which has been a great success. And I made a mistake years ago in not buying a property—I won’t say where, but it’s one I still regret.

It is fun, mostly. I love being in the stores, sourcing new products, talking to customers, finding out what they want. Have you tried the Manoucher bread, by the way?

I found this olive oil in Tuscany and a wonderful cheese up in Vermont. We’ve always supported local vendors—Zeke’s Coffee, Berger Cookies, Vanns Spices—and local growers, too. If only it could just be about picking out the food!

But there’s so much more than supplying the groceries. It’s the real estate, the liquor licensing, the staffing, the training—and there’s more regulation every year. That’s the stress of being an independent.

Employee benefits are something I feel strongly about. We need to do good when we can. I really love my employees.

We look for people who like people. That’s my top hiring criteria. The skill set is second. I want to see a smile.

The customer has changed. People want to know a lot more about their food now, which is great. Personal service is still valued, but customers are in more of a hurry these days. Convenience is a priority.

People tell us they want tables outside of Eddie’s. We do, too. Roland Park is due for a major renovation—and that’s definitely part of our plan. We are starting renovations on the Charles Street store in early 2015.

The Sidney Kimmel Comprehensive Cancer Center at Johns Hopkins is a cause close to my heart. And my synagogue, Chizuk Amuno. We support the Roland Park community by providing the local schools with gifts. And we sponsor Little League teams, naturally.

What else? I’m an animal lover. I have an American bulldog named Dylan and a pit bull named Abby. They’re both rescues. And I adopted Siena—a big, beautiful Cane Corso.

I have an old farmhouse in Brooklandville, with some land. Of course it needs work. And it smells like dog.

—As told to Cynthia McIntyre

November 2014
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Neighbor's Pet
By Christopher Corbett

A good pet sitter is hard to find. Once, I hired a dreamy Gilman School lad to care for our cat for a weekend only to find that when we returned he’d forgotten all about his furry friends. (This may be why boys are not the best baby sitters?) The cats were fine, albeit grouchy and hungry.

Then I tried the boy’s father, figuring I might have better luck with an adult. We went up to Princeton to sponge off some old friends at Thanksgiving. We’d only be gone 48 hours. On the morning of Thanksgiving Day he called to report that a car had killed our cat. My wife and daughter were devastated. There was much weeping and rending of garments.

But I was suspicious. I asked my neighbor when he let the cat out of the house. He had not let the cat out, he assured me. Well, we left the cat indoors. So how was he outside and dead? My neighbor was no help. All cats looked alike to him. (He was a dog person, you see.) He’d found this one in the street and naturally, as he was supposed to be cat sitting, determined that he had a dead cat on his hands. He had respectfully placed the remains in a cardboard box from Eddie’s Liquors and put the box in his garage in anticipation of my return and the obsequies.

You can’t really call the police in Baltimore about this sort of thing. The fire department is stretched thin. Animal control is hopeless. There are not many people whom you can ask to get up from the dinner table on Thanksgiving to drive across Baltimore to look at a dead cat. But I know one such person.

I found my friend with his in-laws, an elderly couple that might be described as slightly addled. As it turned out, examining a dead cat was just the sort of digestif my friend needed. He went right over to view the corpse. The deceased was an enormous old tomcat that bore no resemblance to our cat. None. Wrong color, too. Our cat was just fine, still inside our house where my friend fed him.

The best cat sitter we ever had was a matter of pure luck. When we first came to Baltimore, we lived in a three-story rowhouse. And our next-door neighbor was an ancient woman who lived with her nephew, a recluse who rarely spoke. Eventually his sister and her husband moved in, too. I was not yet familiar with the novels of Anne Tyler so it took me a while to realize that some of her characters had escaped from one of her books and moved in next door to me. But they were perfect neighbors. The curtains were always drawn. Property was spotless. Never made a peep. We appreciated this because a block away some high-spirited Johns Hopkins lacrosse players were committing crimes against decency.

The nephew had done something in a factory in Baltimore when Baltimore still had factories. And now in retirement he went for walks, watched television and talked to his cat, Alexander. We called him Boo Radley, in deference to the greatest neighbor in American literature. He told me once that he had never been to the Inner Harbor, which was exactly 35 blocks away. I liked that a lot.

I told my wife, “I’ll get this guy to talk to me.” It took a while, but I’m persistent. And so it was that I became his friend. I do not believe he had any others. We were not discussing metaphysics but enjoyed each other’s company.

My wife and I never worried about going away—for a weekend or a month. Boo would be watching. Federal marshals would not have kept a closer eye on things. And in the evenings, weather permitting, he sat in the back- yard and sang to Alexander. I liked that a lot, too.

Boo never went anywhere so it was impossible to return the favor, but one Sunday (he always went for a drive on Sunday—alone) he called and asked me to help him. His car had broken down on old U.S. Route 1 south of the city. I found him in a pet cemetery where he apparently had been going every Sunday for all the years that I knew him. He was visiting the graves of his best friends. Family members, really. He’d had a dog named Buddy and there were various cats interred there, too. When I saw him at those graves, hearing his recollections of his long-dead companions, I realized: not only had we found the world’s best neighbor and cat sitter, we had become part of Baltimore. 

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Jump for Joy
By Jessica Bizik
Jump for Joy

TURN UP THE HEAT WITH CARDIO PILATES

I LOVE HOW Pilates strengthens from the inside out—and gives me peace of mind on the mat. But, sometimes, I want to unleash something more primal. Enter Rhythm Reformer, the cardio-minded, small-group class at LifeBridge Health & Fitness, where you can jump, jive and wail on the “Rolls Royce” of Pilates equipment. “Pilates doesn’t have to be quiet or serious,” says program director Kimberlee Strome, who also teaches an equally fun, time-saving Spin/Yoga fusion class. During my class, I was springing (and sweating) with abandon—propelling backward on the carriage, then landing on the jump board with different foot positions, much like playing hopscotch. It feels like you’re flying, albeit horizontally. And it’s a blast. Another fave: the Full Studio Jump Board class incorporates other Pilates equipment like the tower and chair. 12-week session, $360-$420 (with $89 annual fee for non-members). bestbaltimorefitness.com

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Seasons of Love
Struggling to make the lessons of a bittersweet summer last all year long.
By Jennifer Mendelsohn


I’ve never put much stock in New Year’s resolutions; January doesn’t inspire me as a time for new beginnings. It’s always been the fall, with all those brand new composition notebooks waiting to be filled and the rubbery tang of pristine pencil erasers, that has felt most ripe for reinvention. You could return to school each year with a completely blank slate, creating a new persona to go with your gleaming Trapper Keeper and Holly Hobbie lunchbox.

It’s been 25 years since I last registered anywhere as a student. And even though that means I’ve been out of school far longer than I ever was in it, my internal calendar is still intrinsically calibrated to the school year. Whenever fall rolls around, I feel the urge to take stock and start fresh, to tackle new projects and reorient myself. And summer still feels almost holy: a time of unfettered days of riding bikes to nowhere amidst the droning hum of cicadas and the unrelenting rays of morning sun. Nights chasing fireflies and eating Popsicles, whispering secrets at sleepovers. No homework. No agenda. Rules and bedtimes gone temporarily slack.

The need for a relaxing summer felt especially pressing this year. Last spring we unexpectedly found ourselves needing to leave the school our two boys had called home for four years. We were relieved and thrilled to find them both ideal new placements, but I was impatient for the school year to end so we could officially pull up stakes and move on. I counted down the days till summer began. And once it did, I vowed to let it unfold slowly. I didn’t want to wake up in September and wonder where the time had gone. Instead,  I wanted to be intensely present, to drink in all that good summer zen.

That vow took on an unintended poignancy when, across a three-week period in June, the blissful bubble of summer was pierced by the news that three people close to me had each suffered the tragic loss of a young family member. Ever since my father passed away suddenly in 2012, I’ve been extremely uncomfortable with death. An unfamiliar and unwelcome undercurrent of anxiety had crept into my life as I became hyper-aware of just how fragile we are. It was as if whatever filter had previously allowed me to function in a world where things sometimes went horribly wrong was suddenly stripped away. I became convinced that such an outcome was not just a possibility but a certainty, a rule rather than the exception. I was beset with irrational worry about the terrible fates I was certain would befall the people I cared most about. How was it conceivable that you could love something so much that could one day be taken away? Would it be better to hold back somehow?

But rather than forcing me farther down the rabbit hole of anxiety, that unnerving trio of tragedies pushed me, surprisingly, in the opposite direction. They made clear that there is simply no way to protect against the myriad terrible possibilities that can cross your path, many of them ghastly and heartbreaking. The only answer was to love even harder, to celebrate and appreciate the myriad possibilities that aren’t ghastly and heartbreaking. Sometimes that means being more mindful of the simplest of joys. The wonder of a just-picked backyard tomato.  A hot shower after a day at the beach. The chance to watch your kids ride their bikes down your childhood street.

Just as I was grappling with all of this, I came across a blog post about the death of my friend Sarah’s brother, who was killed in a car accident on his way to pick up his children at camp. In trying to come to grips with the loss, Elizabeth McGuire quoted a passage from Louise Erdrich’s “The Painted Drum” that stopped me in my tracks.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on Earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

“I guess the lesson is that we aren’t here to protect ourselves,” McGuire wrote in a comment. “We are here to be vulnerable.” 

I found myself thinking of those words all summer long, as I savored gorgeous berries, lingered over impromptu beers with neighbors and cheered with my family at Camden Yards. I thought of those words as I spent the umpteenth night eating takeout pizza at our neighborhood pool, watching my carefree boys pretzel themselves off the diving board. The pool is now long closed, the beach boardwalk shuttered for another year. But I’m still trying to remember those words, to embrace my utter vulnerability instead of constantly trying to hedge against it.

I want to be sure I can tell myself I tasted as many apples as I could.

Jennifer Mendelsohn lives in Mount Washington with her husband and their two boys. Her work has appeared in The New York Times, People, Slate and USA Weekend.

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Picture This
History Repeats
By Ian Zelaya


Civil rights activist Joseph Lowery

Never one to shy away from provocative subject matter, J.M. Giordano has shot portrait series featuring everyone from drag queens and death metal musicians to exotic dancers and their doormen. The City Paper photo editor found inspiration for his latest indie project while attending the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington in D.C. last year.

“I realized I hadn’t seen current portraits of the civil rights leaders who spoke that day,” says Giordano, who decided to recreate the poignant studio shots photographer Richard Avedon took of these activists in the ‘60s. “I thought a great way to close the circle Avedon opened would be to photograph these icons today in the same style.”

All photographed in front of a white background, the nearly life-sized portraits remove the subjects from their landscape to create a conversation between the subject and the viewer—with luminaries such as Simeon Booker, the first African-American Washington Post reporter, and Kwanzaa founder (and Maryland native) Maulana Karenga—staring directly into the camera.

“No one is really grinning in the photos. They’re very natural,” says Giordano. “The real portrait is the photograph in between the smiles.”

The Baltimore native photographed several leaders during the Freedom Summer anniversary in Mississippi—an event he drove to on a whim after hearing about it on NPR. It was there he captured 93-year-old Rev. Dr. Joseph Lowery, former president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, in his home near Jackson. (“He was an amiable guy,” says Giordano, “but I couldn’t shoot him from the waist down, because he was wearing pajama bottoms.”)

> See Giordano’s portraits at “Struggle: Portraits of Civil Rights and Black Power” on display through January 2015, at the Reginald F. Lewis Museum. rflewismuseum.org

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Wrinkle In Time
An intrepid editor turns back the clock with Botox and Perlane.
By Jessica Bizik



“TELL ME WHAT YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF.” Secretly, I’m hoping plastic surgeon Dr. Michele Shermak utters the famous line that started off every episode of the cult-hit TV show “Nip/Tuck.” (Turns out, she was a fan, too.) But on my virgin visit to her Towson practice, she goes softer: “What would you like to discuss today?” I explain that I’m here for Botox—“Something everyone I ask says I don’t need,” I tell her, giving my barely creased forehead a Vanna White finger-swipe. “But I need a great story for the mag.” Also I confess: When I catch my face at rest in the reflection of my computer screen lately, “I look tired and sad—like the world’s bringing me down.” (Cue: “Gravity” by John Mayer.) During the next hour, I develop girl-crush levels of admiration for Shermak, a brainy beauty who explains that time (loss of collagen, elasticity, etc.) and a recent weight loss may account for my newly deflated face. We opt to double down with two different injectables to perk me back up.

BODACIOUS BOTOX: No worse than getting a Novocain shot, the Botox app takes just minutes as Shermak deftly injects the liquid in tiny dots across my forehead and beside my eyes. The results take about ten days to fully kick in—and they are amazing. My forehead is as smooth as a baby’s bottom and my crow’s feet have (temporarily) flown the coop. Originally I was worried I’d end up looking perma-surprised like “Real Housewife” Ramona Singer. Instead, my eyes retained their usual squinty almond shape, but my eyebrows have a microscopic lift—a nice pick-me-up that detracts from the genetic puffiness under my eyes and fits my flirty personality. Only side effects are a faint, pea-sizebruise and a dull headache that goes away quickly. Bonus: I can no longer make my famous “You must be kidding me” face, which is a benefit in dating and business meetings! (No, my face doesn’t feel frozen.) Results can last four to six months, but Shermak suggests first-timers come back in 90 days for a second treatment. “It’s like a one-two punch,” she says—noting this subsequent shot will help “train” the muscles to stay put longer.

PERFECT PERLANE: My new best friend numbs the lower part of my face to reduce the discomfort of injecting the Perlane, a hyaluronic acid-based filler from the makers of Restylane but with larger gel particles for deep folds. It still hurts a bit as she works her way into the corners of my mouth and under my bottom lip, but I chill out when she tells me, “People are going to wonder why you’re so smiley—it’s because I made you that way.” Over the next 48 hours, my usually big, goofy grin is stuck in a lemon-slice shape and my attitude is equally sour. (“I wish my face could cheer,” I complain at the Ravens game.) But I follow doctor’s orders, applying soothing Arnicare gel and massaging the ropey filler into submission. After a few days, the Perlane disperses to where I can’t feel it at all—and I’m convinced I’ve discovered The Fountain of Youth. The filler adds just enough volume to turn my unintentional frown upside down. I don’t look different; just happy and rested. (It’s better than Ambien!) And results can last up to a year.

Final Verdict: After experiencing the artistic precision of this surgeon, I am officially addicted. I will never let any other syringe-wielding human being touch my face. Botox, $300-$750. Perlane, $550-$1,000. drshermak.com

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November Get Out
By Ian Zelaya

Grand Entrance

Consider the score settled. In 2004, STYLE contributor Jim Burger declared closing the Baltimore Museum of Art’s main entrance in 1982 one of 10 decisions that changed Baltimore for the worse. Now, 32 years later, it was worth the wait for the grand reopening of the Robert G. Merrick Entrance—still guarded by two striking cement lions that date back to its original opening in 1929. “Visitors can gather on the front steps and enter through the historic entrance to the heart of the museum, just as architect John Russell Pope had envisioned,” says BMA director Doreen Bolger. “The first thing they will see is the restored Fox Court, arguably the most beautiful interior in Baltimore.” Also reopening after two years is the Dorothy McIlvain Scott American Wing, which Bolger describes as a “breathtaking new presentation of American art that demonstrates its internationalism and Maryland’s significant, creative role from the 18th to the 20th century.” Be among the first to see it at the American Wing Opening Celebration, including a ribbon cutting and ceremonial sweeping of the marble steps; plus family-friendly activities and birthday cake. (The BMA turns 100 this year!) Nov. 23. 443-573-1700, artbma.org

Dancing Queen


For an artful evening in D.C., check out the world premiere of Little Dancer—based on the story of Marie Van Goethe, the young ballerina who was canonized by Edgar Degas in his sculpture at the National Gallery of Art. Part fact, part fiction, the musical—directed and choreographed by Tony Award-winner Susan Stroman—follows Marie as she tries to overcome an adverse family life and pursue her ballet dreams. Through Nov. 30, at the Kennedy Center. Tickets, $45-$150. 800-444-1324, kennedy-center.org

Let It Goooo


It’s almost too perfect. Disney’s immensely popular Pixar fantasy musical comes to the ice in Disney On Ice: Frozen, a live-action spectacle that tells us the story of young Princess Anna, who sets off to find her exiled sister Elsa, who gives new meaning to the term “ice queen.” Through Nov. 2, at the Royal Farms Arena. Tickets, $30-$80. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com

Office Talk


Best known for his role as Ryan Howard on the U.S. version of “The Office,” B.J. Novak will stop by the Johns Hopkins University’s Eisenhower Speaker Series, where we hope he dishes about his on-screen love interest and off-screen friendship (and writing/producing partnership) with Mindy Kaling. Nov. 5, at Shriver Hall. Free to the public; reserved seats, $25. 443-997-9009, jhu.edu

Burns Notice


Acclaimed documentary filmmaker Ken Burns is the next big name to make an appearance at the Baltimore Speakers Series. The Oscar nominee and Emmy winner has been praised for his style of applying photographs and archival footage to documentaries, which include “Prohibition” and “The Central Park Five.” Nov. 11, at The Meyerhoff. 410-783-8000, baltimorespeakerseries.org

Beatles Juice


Come together for the Beatles retrospective that is BSO’s Classical Mystery Tour, which features original arrangements that will have audiences singing along to some of the Fab Four’s iconic hits. Nov. 28-Nov. 30, at The Meyerhoff. Tickets, $35-$90. 410-783-8000, bsomusic.org

An Angel Gets His Wings


Fresh off the heels of last year’s smash hit “A Civil War Christmas,” Center Stage doubles down with another family-friendly holiday delight, It’s a Wonderful Life: A Live Radio Play. Performed in the style of a 1940s live radio broadcast, Joe Landry’s retelling of the classic Capra film features five actors who take on all the characters of Bedford Falls’ memorable citizens. Nov. 18-Dec. 21. Tickets, $19-$59. 410-332-0033, centerstage.org

Art Lottery


School 33 Art Center’s 22nd annual Lotta Art Benefit incorporates a lottery-style drawing for original artwork donated by more than 100 local artists. Proceeds benefit School 33, which has provided Charm City with art education and exhibits for more than 30 years. Nov. 8, at School 33 Art Center. Tickets, $50-$175. 443-263-4350, school33.org

War Heroes


The 7th annual Cinefest is highlighted by documentary and dramatic films focused on the impact of war on survivors. The final two films screening this month are “Harbour of Hope,” a Swedish documentary about three Holocaust survivors, and “Last Dance,” an Australian drama about a terrifying situation that forces another Holocaust survivor to con- front her past. Nov. 2 and Nov. 6, at the Gordon Center. Tickets, $12-$14. 410-356-7469, jcc.org

Perfect Pitches


Enjoy an a cappella concert of epic proportions as the Alexandria Harmonizers and the Pride of Baltimore Chorus team up to present Harmony on the Harbor, with 10 quartets and three choruses, including The Ronninge Show Chorus and Sweden’s International Champion Chorus. Nov. 3, at The Meyerhoff. Tickets, $33-$103. 410-783-8000, bsomusic.org

Wings of Love


World-class soprano Asako Tamura is renowned for her portrayal of the Japanese geisha named Butterfly in Giacomo Puccini’s tragic opera Madama Butterfly, which portrays the love and loss the titular character endures after a dalliance with an American lieutenant. Nov. 7 and Nov. 9, at The Lyric. Tickets, $57-$190. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com

Brotherly Love


A collaboration 16 years in the making that features the words of Stephen King, the music of John Mellencamp and the musical direction of TBone Burnett? Yes, please. Together, the dynamic trio created Ghost Brothers of Darkland County, a haunting, supernatural, Southern Gothic musical. Set in a small Mississippi town in 1967, “County” tells the story of the McCandless family, including two brothers who hate each other, and their father who forces them to confront their demons in a haunted cabin. The 15-person cast teams up with a four-piece band to deliver folk-rock melodies that propel this dark tale of jealousy and revenge forward. Nov. 16, at The Lyric. Tickets, $52-$93. 800-745-3000, ticketmaster.com

Show Me How You Boylesque


Step aside, Jane Fonda. We’re already blushing thinking about Mr. Gorgeous’ upcoming NSFW take on Barbarella, and we probably won’t think of the alien-friendly sexpot in the same way ever again. The 6-foot-5 Clarke Kent-esque dancer (and Maryland native) oozes charisma and charm during his sexy, comedic “boylesque” performances that might have you asking for an encore. Nov. 22, at the Creative Alliance. Tickets, $22 members, $25 non-members. 410-276-1651, creativealliance.org

Art Space


Inspired by the Space Telescope Science Institute on the Johns Hopkins University campus, BMA presents Front Room: Dario Robleto, an exhibit that features numerous sculptures and prints from the Texas-based conceptual artist, inspired by space exploration, nautical history and early sound recordings. Nov. 16-March 29. 443-573-1701, artbma.org

Giving Trees

It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Benefiting the Kennedy Krieger Institute, the Festival of Trees jump-starts the holiday season with more than 600 trees, wreaths, gingerbread houses and numerous gift vendors—along with hourly entertainment at Santa Land, featuring “reindeer” rides, carnival games and more. Nov. 28-Nov. 30, at the Maryland State Fairgrounds. Tickets, $7-$13. festivaloftrees.kennedykrieger.org

Animal Close-Up

Stunning images of animals in their natural habitat are the focus of the annual Nature’s Best Photography Awards, featuring approximately 60 eye-popping photos of wildlife and nature from some brilliant amateur and professional photographers. Through April 20 at the Smithsonian’s Natural History Museum. Free. 202-633-1000, si.edu

Hot Off The Press


If you have a fascination with the printed word—and what magazine reader doesn’t?—you’ll love From Pen to Press: Experimentation and Innovation in the Age of Print, The Walters’ latest exhibit that explores a time when printing was a new and experimental medium, starting with Gutenberg’s Bible in 1455. Nov. 22-April 12. Free. 410-547-9000, thewalters.org

No Holds Bard


The Maryland Ensemble Theatre presents Twelfth Night, which follows a town marshal who falls in love with a saloon owner, who’s actually in love with one of the Marshal’s men, who’s actually a woman who’s in love with the marshal. Prepare to laugh and be really confused while watching this Western-style version of one of Shakespeare’s beloved comedies. Nov. 1, 2, 6-9, 13-16, at the Maryland Ensemble Theatre in Frederick. Tickets, $20-$24. 301-694-4744, marylandensemble.org

Visionary Gifts


The American Visionary Art Museum’s annual Bazaart Holiday Art Market features original paintings, jewelry, metalwork, sculptures and textiles from more than 50 regional artists and craftspeople. Shoppers also are invited to tour the museum for free. Nov. 29. 410-244-1900, avam.org

Harbor Holiday


Thirteen stores will get a festive face-lift in Window Wonderland, Maryland Art Place’s annual arts competition, where selected artists create elaborate window displays for the holidays in Harbor East. This year’s judges include Bmore Art founder Cara Ober, Bromo Tower Arts & Entertainment District director Priya Bhayana and STYLE magazine’s editor-in-chief Jessica Bizik, who will select a “Best in Show” winner to receive a $1,000 cash prize. Nov. 14-Jan. 2. 410-962-8565, mdartplace.org

Local Flavor

All throughout November, stop by Merritt Gallery & Renaissance Fine Arts in the Village at Cross Keys for a celebration of noted regional artists. The collection will showcase a diverse range of genres and media, featuring the work of Eric Abrecht, Jeff Erickson, Vitali Miagkov, Tina Palmer, Alice Pritchard and John Sills. 410-484-8900, renaissancefinearts.com

Beautiful Lives


Special Olympics chairman Timothy Shriver will discuss his new book, “Fully Alive: Discovering What Matters Most,” which explores the inspiring lives of those with special needs. Nov. 12, at The Church of the Redeemer. Free, with a ticketed reception before the open event at 7:30 p.m. 410-377-2966, theivybookshop.com

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Object
Luxe Lather
By Paige Whipple

Get a rock that’s even bigger than Kim Kardashian’s. No, these PELLE Soap Stones won’t fit on your ring finger, but they look like they belong there. Inspired by the shape and color of naturally occurring gemstones, such as rose quartz and aquamarine, and metamorphic rock such as jade and onyx, designers Jean and Oliver Pelle (who met as students at the Yale School of Architecture) hand-cut these stunning soaps in their Brooklyn studio, where they also design modern-chic lighting fixtures, furniture, jewelry and more. The all-natural, vegetable-based glycerin soaps are subtly scented with essential oils (think eucalyptus, lemon basil and camphor) and look even better dripping wet. Not that you’ll let anyone use them. $18 each at The Store LTD in Cross Keys. 410-323-2350, villageofcrosskeys.com

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About Faces’ makeup master Owen O’Donnell reveals three new faves:





1. Just twist the Telephoto Face Brush by Smashbox to adjust your coverage level (liquid or powder foundation) from sheer to seriously airbrushed, $39.






2. Be Legendary Long Wear Lip Lacquer, also by Smashbox, goes on as a lacquer and adjusts to a stain for eight straight hours of sexy, $24.






3. Divine Oil addicts will adore the new Parfum Divin de Caudalie with hints of rose, cedar, vanilla and spicy pink pepper, $64. All at About Faces Day Spa & Salon.

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Bliss in the Suburbs
By Martha Thomas

AMBASSADOR DINING ROOM


The Ambassador Dining Room, tucked without fanfare into a classic apartment building in Tuscany-Canterbury, has long been revered as one of Baltimore’s most romantic restaurants. Owner-brothers Keir and Binda Singh recently opened a sibling restaurant, Ananda, in the suburbs. Set apart from the grand nouveau townhomes of Maple Lawn, the stand-alone building resembles a castle, with decorative turrets, and 8,000 square feet inside—twice the size of the Ambassador.

Maple Lawn is a planned community in the farmlands of Howard County, close to I-95. The county’s percentage of residents of Indian descent is higher than that of Maryland overall, and the median household income in these parts is more than $100K per annum. Seems like the perfect spot for a chic Indian restaurant with plenty of elbow room for special events. Plus, there’s a parking lot.

Food. Ananda plays copycat to its sib, offering familiar Indian dishes. The kitchen is headed by Keir and Binda’s sister, Kinday Kaur, born in the northern Indian state of Punjab, a region known for its aromatic sauces—think chicken and lamb masala—and tandoori-grilled meats and kebabs, stuffed paratha bread and dal. There’s also a classic pan-fried Goan fish, served whole in a garlic curry.

Décor. The restaurant’s eight fireplaces create winter ambience. Slowly turning fans operated by pulleys overhead, rattan furniture and reclaimed wood walls create a Colonial vibe. Sumptuous textures abound, from velveteen tufted banquettes to fleur-de-lis wallpaper and silk Rajasthani pillows. The Maharaja Room can host up to 180 guests, and the Marigold Room is great for meetings. Even with its high-tech trappings, the room is stately, with leopard-print, highbacked chairs, palatial ceilings and stained-glass clerestory windows.

Service. On an early visit, we were happy to see familiar faces among the waitstaff. Dining room staff, dressed in black jackets and starched white shirts, are friendly while formal. Spot-on service is part of the Ambassador’s charm, and Ananda maintains the tradition.

Cocktails. The Polo Bar offers happy hour daily from 4 to 6 p.m. with $5 cocktails (a rum and fruit Malabar punch, gin & tonic, Spicy Mango with Sriracha vodka) and small plates (lamb kofta, a Kerala cake made with crabmeat, masala fries).

Final Verdict. Did we mention that Ananda means ‘bliss’ in Sanskrit? 

Ananda. 7421 Maple Lawn Blvd. 301-725-4800, anandarestaurant.net



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Entrée At Your Own Risk
Seared Maryland Rockfish with Cauliflower, Squid Ink Potato Croquettes and Romesco Sauce
Zack Mills, Executive Chef, Wit & Wisdom

SERVES 4
4 rockfish fillets (7 ounces each)
2 cups multi-colored cauliflower
1 cup fennel, diced
1⁄2 cup black and green olives, chopped
1⁄2 cup extra-virgin olive oil
1⁄2 cup vegetable stock
1 tablespoon shallots, minced
1 tablespoon chives, minced

For the Romesco sauce:
1 cup charred red bell peppers
2 cups charred tomatoes
1⁄2 cup yellow onion, thinly sliced
1⁄2 cup white bread, cubed
(crust removed)
2 tablespoons garlic, thinly sliced
2 tablespoons sherry vinegar
2 tablespoon smoked paprika
1 tablespoon almonds, slivered
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1⁄2 cup extra-virgin olive oil
Salt and pepper

For the croquettes:
2 cups potatoes, mashed
2 tablespoons squid ink
4 cups all-purpose flour
4 cups egg wash
4 cups breadcrumbs, fine
Salt and pepper

For the fennel salad:
1 cup frisee
1 cup fennel, shaved
2 tablespoons fennel fronds
1 tablespoon chives, minced
1 teaspoon lemon juice
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil

To make the Romesco: Coat red bell peppers with olive oil, salt and pepper and place either on a grill or gas burner. Allow peppers to char on all sides. Once charred, move to a mixing bowl, cover with plastic wrap and allow to steam. Slice tomatoes in half and coat with olive oil, salt and pepper and char the same way as the peppers. Once charred move to a bowl but do not cover.

Thinly slice onions and garlic and place in a pot over medium-low heat with olive oil. Season with salt and pepper and cook until softened, about 5 minutes. Add paprika and allow to cook for another 2 minutes.

Peel the charred skin from the peppers and separate the flesh from the stem. Place both the bell pepper flesh and charred tomatoes to the pot with the onions, garlic and paprika. Let cook for about 5 minutes until the peppers and tomatoes are softened and have given off most of their liquid. Add sherry vinegar and allow to cook for 1 more minute.

Transfer everything to a blender along with the rest of the Romesco sauce ingredients. Blend on high for about 1 minute until very smooth. Remove and allow to cool. It is best to place mixture in a squeeze bottle to plate.

To make the croquettes: Make mashed potatoes however you prefer and place on a tray in the refrigerator to cool. (My method would be to boil peeled Yukon Gold potatoes in heavily salted water until all the way cooked, then mix with warmed heavy cream and butter. Ratio should be 2 parts potato, half part cream, half part butter.) Once cooled, move potatoes to a bowl and mix with squid ink until they are black. Roll potatoes into spheres just smaller than a golf ball and place on a tray. Move the tray to the freezer for at least an hour.

Make a breading station by using 3 separate bowls; 1 of flour seasoned with about 1 tablespoon of salt, 1 with eggs whisked well together with 1 tablespoon of salt, and 1 with very fine breadcrumbs mixed with a tablespoon of salt.
Remove potato balls from the freezer and begin to “double bread” by first coating in flour, followed by egg wash, followed by breadcrumbs then back into the egg wash and finally back into the breadcrumbs. Make sure each croquette is fully coated, place on a tray and move back to the freezer.

To make the rest of dish: In a sauté pan over medium-high heat, add 1⁄4 cup of canola or vegetable oil. Season the rockfish’s skin side very well with salt and place skin side down in the pan. Season the flesh side and press down on each piece of fish to ensure that all of the skin is touching the pan. Place in a 350-degree oven for about 10 minutes until the fish is cooked through. Remove from oven and allow to rest.

In a small pot over medium heat, add olive oil followed by diced fennel, cauliflower florets and chopped olives. Season with salt and pepper and cook until everything is warmed through but not browning, about 3 minutes. Add
vegetable stock and let reduce to a glaze. Remove from the heat and mix in minced chives and shallot.

Gently drop croquettes in a 350-degree fryer and cook until golden brown, about 4 minutes. Remove from the fryer; shake off excess oil and season with salt.

To plate: Place the mixture of cauliflower, fennel and olive down on the bottom of the plate, about the same size as the fish. Place fish on top. Mix ingredients for the fennel salad together in a bowl and top each fish. Place 3 dots down around each fish just bigger than the size of the croquettes and place croquettes on top.

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Entrée At Your Own Risk
Seared Maryland Rockfish with Cauliflower, Squid Ink Potato Croquettes and Romesco Sauce
Zack Mills, Executive Chef, Wit & Wisdom

SERVES 4
4 rockfish fillets (7 ounces each)
2 cups multi-colored cauliflower
1 cup fennel, diced
1⁄2 cup black and green olives, chopped
1⁄2 cup extra-virgin olive oil
1⁄2 cup vegetable stock
1 tablespoon shallots, minced
1 tablespoon chives, minced

For the Romesco sauce:
1 cup charred red bell peppers
2 cups charred tomatoes
1⁄2 cup yellow onion, thinly sliced
1⁄2 cup white bread, cubed
(crust removed)
2 tablespoons garlic, thinly sliced
2 tablespoons sherry vinegar
2 tablespoon smoked paprika
1 tablespoon almonds, slivered
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1⁄2 cup extra-virgin olive oil
Salt and pepper

For the croquettes:
2 cups potatoes, mashed
2 tablespoons squid ink
4 cups all-purpose flour
4 cups egg wash
4 cups breadcrumbs, fine
Salt and pepper

For the fennel salad:
1 cup frisee
1 cup fennel, shaved
2 tablespoons fennel fronds
1 tablespoon chives, minced
1 teaspoon lemon juice
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil

To make the Romesco: Coat red bell peppers with olive oil, salt and pepper and place either on a grill or gas burner. Allow peppers to char on all sides. Once charred, move to a mixing bowl, cover with plastic wrap and allow to steam. Slice tomatoes in half and coat with olive oil, salt and pepper and char the same way as the peppers. Once charred move to a bowl but do not cover.

Thinly slice onions and garlic and place in a pot over medium-low heat with olive oil. Season with salt and pepper and cook until softened, about 5 minutes. Add paprika and allow to cook for another 2 minutes.

Peel the charred skin from the peppers and separate the flesh from the stem. Place both the bell pepper flesh and charred tomatoes to the pot with the onions, garlic and paprika. Let cook for about 5 minutes until the peppers and tomatoes are softened and have given off most of their liquid. Add sherry vinegar and allow to cook for 1 more minute.

Transfer everything to a blender along with the rest of the Romesco sauce ingredients. Blend on high for about 1 minute until very smooth. Remove and allow to cool. It is best to place mixture in a squeeze bottle to plate.

To make the croquettes: Make mashed potatoes however you prefer and place on a tray in the refrigerator to cool. (My method would be to boil peeled Yukon Gold potatoes in heavily salted water until all the way cooked, then mix with warmed heavy cream and butter. Ratio should be 2 parts potato, half part cream, half part butter.) Once cooled, move potatoes to a bowl and mix with squid ink until they are black. Roll potatoes into spheres just smaller than a golf ball and place on a tray. Move the tray to the freezer for at least an hour.

Make a breading station by using 3 separate bowls; 1 of flour seasoned with about 1 tablespoon of salt, 1 with eggs whisked well together with 1 tablespoon of salt, and 1 with very fine breadcrumbs mixed with a tablespoon of salt.
Remove potato balls from the freezer and begin to “double bread” by first coating in flour, followed by egg wash, followed by breadcrumbs then back into the egg wash and finally back into the breadcrumbs. Make sure each croquette is fully coated, place on a tray and move back to the freezer.

To make the rest of dish: In a sauté pan over medium-high heat, add 1⁄4 cup of canola or vegetable oil. Season the rockfish’s skin side very well with salt and place skin side down in the pan. Season the flesh side and press down on each piece of fish to ensure that all of the skin is touching the pan. Place in a 350-degree oven for about 10 minutes until the fish is cooked through. Remove from oven and allow to rest.

In a small pot over medium heat, add olive oil followed by diced fennel, cauliflower florets and chopped olives. Season with salt and pepper and cook until everything is warmed through but not browning, about 3 minutes. Add
vegetable stock and let reduce to a glaze. Remove from the heat and mix in minced chives and shallot.

Gently drop croquettes in a 350-degree fryer and cook until golden brown, about 4 minutes. Remove from the fryer; shake off excess oil and season with salt.

To plate: Place the mixture of cauliflower, fennel and olive down on the bottom of the plate, about the same size as the fish. Place fish on top. Mix ingredients for the fennel salad together in a bowl and top each fish. Place 3 dots down around each fish just bigger than the size of the croquettes and place croquettes on top.

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Entrée At Your Own Risk
Slow Roasted Duck with Duck Fat Potatoes
Lauren Schein

SERVES 4
Whole duck, 4 to 5 pounds
2 to 3 pounds Yukon Gold potatoes,
cut into bite-sized chunks
6 cloves garlic, peeled and smashed
Olive oil, for drizzling
Kosher salt
Bottle of wine (this is for the cook,
not the duck)

Preheat oven to 300 degrees. Thoroughly wash and dry duck. Cut off excess skin from both ends of the cavity (I use this to render more duck fat but feel free to discard). Using a very sharp knife, prick skin all over, being careful not to pierce the meat. Place duck, breast side up, in a deep roasting pan with a V-rack. Using your sharp knife, score the duck’s skin in a diamond pattern, again being very careful not to pierce the meat. Wrap the legs together at the ankle, securing with kitchen twine and tuck the wings under the duck. Season liberally with kosher salt. Pour yourself a glass of wine, and roast duck for 1 hour.

After the first hour, remove duck from the oven, poke skin all over, flip so that the breast is now facing down, return to the oven for 1 hour, and pour a new glass of wine.

After the second hour, repeat the poke-flip-wine routine so that the breast is now facing up. Roast for 1 hour.

During this time, transfer the potatoes to a pot and cover with water. Bring to a boil at high heat. Once boiling, reduce heat and allow to simmer for 4 minutes. Drain and rinse the potatoes under cold water, vigorously shaking them in the colander to rough up the edges. This extra step will ensure that your potatoes remain fluffy on the inside with a crisp exterior.

After the third hour, remove duck from the oven. Lifting the V-rack (this may require a second set of hands) add potatoes, smashed garlic, salt and a drizzle of olive oil to the roasting pan, stirring well to incorporate. Return V-rack to the roasting pan and again, poke-flip so that the breast is now facing down. Roast for 1 hour.

After the fourth hour, increase the oven temperature to 400 degrees. Remove duck from oven, stir potatoes and repeat one final poke-flip-wine. With the breast now facing up, roast duck for 15 minutes. Remove from oven and allow duck to rest for about 10 minutes before carving. Serve alongside roasted potatoes —and more wine, of course.

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TRY IT: mystery meal



Like an apparition, Dinner Lab mysteriously alights in a place unknown until it’s nearly too late. Those in the know gather for a coveted meal; they eat, drink and post seductive photos of composed plates before departing, to await word of the next secret meet-up. Unlike the parties all your friends on Instagram seem to attend, you can ensure an invitation to these culinary conclaves by joining the club. Dinner Lab Baltimore offers pop-up dinners to its members—who pay a $125 annual fee for advance intel. The subscription buys you access. Dinner details are posted early in the week for member sign-up, with an average event cost (including a multi-course meal and drink pairings) of $60. The concept started in New Orleans in 2012 with a series of wildly popular dinners created by up-and-coming chefs—and now has expanded to 20 U.S. cities. In September, chef Kwame Onwuachi, a Dinner Lab regular from New York, took over Hampden’s old Ideal Theatre to serve up whimsical variations on such familiar dishes as steak and eggs (with jerk beef cheeks and quail eggs) and cornbread pudding. The cherry on top: members have access to events in other cities, so you don’t have to worry about where to eat on your next trip to Austin. dinnerlab.com —Martha Thomas


Nalley Fresh co-owner Chef Carlo

Whoa, Nalley!

“Release Your Inner Chef” is the motto for create-your-own salad, wrap and bowl joint Nalley Fresh, a fun option for folks who want to go all out with their own, healthy (or not-so-healthy) creations. Similar to the point-and-pick style of Chipotle—but with a wider variety of fresh, made-in-house ingredients—the local chain, which launched in 2011, has become a fan favorite in Hunt Valley, Towson and downtown Baltimore, with new locations in Canton and Timonium set to open in late fall. Founder Greg Nalley prides himself on the restaurant’s international food profile—and the way his fans interact with the brand. “This concept is really hot. Customers take ownership of their concoction and are really proud of what they make,” he says. While the menu changes daily, mainstays include proteins like buffalo chicken, falafel and grilled salmon, which can be mixed with various leafy greens, fruits, cheeses, veggies and dressings, for one-of-a-kind salads, wraps and unique bowls such as brown rice and sweet potato. nalleyfresh.com —Ian Zelaya

November 2014
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Second Acts
Creative Alliance co-founder Megan Hamilton bids adieu to life at the Patterson Theater—and invites performance pro Josh Kohn to take the reins.
By Betsy Boyd

Photography by David Stuck

On a quiet weeknight in 2001, Megan Hamilton was stepping out of the Creative Alliance’s brand-new location at the Patterson Theater in Highlandtown when a pickup truck screeched to a halt and an irate fellow stuck his head out to holler at her.

“I’m like, ‘Hello?’ And the guy goes, ‘Why isn’t that marquee on?’ So I explain, ‘Because we don’t have a show today.’ And he’s like, ‘I had out-of-town guests and I brought them down here the other night to show them that marquee—and it was completely dark,’” Hamilton reminisces with a laugh. “We went on to have a very nice conversation.

”The anecdote tells a story of local pride; it also speaks to the organization’s far-reaching effect on our city’s diverse population. Co-founded as a nonprofit in 1995 by Hamilton (who is the program director), her friend Margaret Footner, who’s still the organization’s executive director, and Daniel Schiavone, the theater’s original artistic director (replaced by Jed Dodds in 1999), the Creative Alliance remains a space dedicated to showcasing—and spreading the word about—Baltimore’s fierce creativity.

In November, Hamilton, 57—the statuesque, self-proclaimed “outlaw by nature” with the wild-and-wavy gray hair and well-worn cowboy boots—plans to take her final bow, as Josh Kohn, 33, a D.C. transplant who leaves his program-officer post at the Mid Atlantic Arts Foundation, formally steps in. Hamilton has decided to apply her enormous energy far away in the Peace Corps, but her legacy will always light up that marquee.

Back in the early ’90s, the recent Goucher grad and Evanston, Ill., native, was writing art criticism for Baltimore City Paper and luxuriating in what she labels the little-known but ultra-impressive Baltimore art and band scene of the time.

“After Goucher, I moved downtown and immediately got locked and loaded with a really interesting group of young artists that were doing street-based performance and a lot of wild stuff. They went to Three Mile Island when it was melting down,” says Hamilton, who then realized there was a vast chasm between the artistic types who were producing great work and, well, everyone else in the city.

“I knew we’d have an uphill battle,” she says of deciding to launch a downtown venue that focused almost exclusively on homegrown talent. “Back then, ‘local’ was considered a code word for ‘bad.’ People thought, ‘If it’s art from here, it’s going to suck. If it’s not on the cover of Slate or Time, it can’t be any good.”

Fast-forward more than two decades, skipping past the dedicated trio’s temporary residence in several locations, including an old Moose lodge on Highland Avenue and the rat-infested Pep Boys warehouse on Conkling (where they dubbed the hard-to-ignore stench of recently deceased “alley buffalo” Eau du Creative Alliance).

Now we have a hard-won performance space that regularly presents our town’s best musicians, like Todd Marcus, Lafayette Gilchrist, Arty Hill, Caleb Stine and Anne Watts. Plus, so much more—from dance parties to eclectic art exhibits to the lovely Halloween Lantern Parade and other family-friendly programming. And, of course, the infamous burlesque shows that are so popular with young Cantonites. (“We’re not too fussy about what gets people in the door,” says Hamilton, with a laugh.) 

CA also has partnered with Southeast Community Development Corp., area schools, churches and other neighborhood groups to expand its reach. “Our work with the local immigrant and refugee community has been profound,” she says.

It’s a perfect time, in Hamilton’s opinion, to bring her successor onboard, as Kohn is uniquely qualified to help give the Creative Alliance a more global focus.

“What we’re doing in Baltimore is so awesome, but it’s just that—in Baltimore,” Hamilton says. “This community needs to be connected with a broader world. Josh has a solid web of connections—musicians, agents and venues—from all over the country and the world. He can bring amazing people to Baltimore and have them get to know our amazing performers and audiences. And at 33, he can still stay up late and drink beer… how glorious is that?”

Kohn cut his teeth as a tour promoter for the National Council for the Traditional Arts in Silver Spring, Md., an organization founded in the 1930s, where he was instrumental in changing the snoozy programming approach (think: musicals for the early bird dinner crowd) to something much more happening.

“We brought in a lot of hip-hop,” Kohn says of the gig, where he planned many large-scale cultural festivals. “I took D.C. go-go music up to Maine, which was insanity. I brought down Inuit throat singers and a 90-year-old fiddler from West Virginia, who were really embraced by a younger community. I think by the end of my tenure, there was this really strong sense that these festivals were for everybody, not just a single, old-folky audience. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!”

No wonder Hamilton feels so secure entrusting the Patterson to a young pro with such a quirky, crowd-packing history—and a shared belief in the power of live performance to be not only entertaining and thought-provoking, but, in some rare cases, transformational.

“The risk in going to a live performance is higher than going to a film or whatever,” she says. “But the potential reward is exponentially greater. You could make critical friendships. You could change someone else’s life. You could learn a message that you take into your school, your church, your voting booth. That’s a lot of what we’re about.”

“That deeply transformative thing doesn’t always happen,” adds Kohn. “But when it does, it’s extremely powerful. As both a fan and a presenter, I’m always on that quest.”

While Hamilton may be nostalgic for those days a decade or two back when she could rock out till all hours with performing artists, her next role doesn’t sound exactly cushy. Next year, she accepts her Peace Corps appointment. As of right now, Albania seems the likely destination.

So what will she miss most about the post-industrial town she’s called home longer than any other place—and the theater where she has danced and dreamed for decades?

“I don’t think I can even envision that,” she says more quietly than usual.

“I do know that on some rainy, cold day wherever I end up, I will be crying my eyes out missing my home and my people.”

November 2014
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French Connection
Chef Cindy Wolf invites STYLE in for a first look at her new château-inspired home kitchen
By Martha Thomas



Photography by David Stuck

Cindy Wolf is, well, fired up about her fireplace. The fieldstone beauty wasn’t part of the early vision of her new kitchen, but after an incongruous outline of brick was unearthed from beneath circa-1980s, salmon-colored floor tile—and the shadow of a hearth was discovered on the basement ceiling of the 1905 house—the fireplace became her obsession. “It drove the entire kitchen design,” says the Foreman-Wolf restaurateur, sipping on a non-fussy cup of French vanilla coffee. (No, they don’t serve that at Johnny’s.) Once the notion of a kitchen fireplace became lodged in her brain, Wolf couldn’t let go. And Brian Thim, her interior designer, along with contractor Jeff Bayer, of Bayer Construction in Catonsville, couldn’t say no. “It wasn’t the easiest thing to achieve,” says Thim, an associate with Rita St. Clair Associates. “But we were determined to figure it out.”

The fireplace, which dominates what was once a wall of cabinets, drove decisions about storage. Pantry cupboards with roomy pullout bins share a wall with the refrigerator, a scaled-down 30-inch Sub-Zero. Even the stove, from the French company La Cornue, is small—it couldn’t accommodate a holiday turkey or party roast. Going with a smallish oven “was a conscious decision,” says Wolf, who has lived in the Roland Park house for three years. “If I need to cook something large, I can do it at work.” While buying an
industrial grade Wolf was tempting (“number one, it’s a great oven. Number two it has my name on it”), she opted for the brand found in the kitchens of grand homes in the French countryside.

La Cornue stoves come in all sizes and can be ordered in custom colors with matching cabinetry. “I thought about getting baby blue,” says Wolf. “It’s my favorite color.” However, an oven that matches her eyes might not please future homebuyers, she decided, so she went instead with a smoky black, with stainless trim and brass knobs. “I was so excited when it was delivered,” she says. “It sat in the hallway and I almost hugged it a few times.”

In another space accommodation, Wolf’s pots are tucked in an unlikely spot. “I love Julia Child,” she says. “I cooked for her. So I did what she did.” She opens a door with a flourish to reveal a narrow back staircase with walls lined in pegboard, hung with copper and All-Clad cookware—reminiscent of the beloved chef’s own home kitchen, now enshrined in the Smithsonian. Before Wolf redesigned the interior at Charleston seven years ago, she says, “I worked in basements and enclosed rooms for my entire career.” Now she has an expansive view of the restaurant’s dining room, where guests graze on the low country cuisine that has garnered Wolf recognition as a three-time James Beard-award finalist, with Charleston a consistent No. 1 in Zagat, and a top five restaurant nationwide by OpenTable.

Initially, the chef figured her home kitchen would resemble her workplace, with open shelving to keep everything within easy reach and a large stainless steel worktable. “I tried to nudge her toward making it more homey, more warm and inviting,” Thim confides.

Once a fireplace became the focal point, his concerns disappeared. Wolf barraged the designer with photos of fireplaces in French chateaux, stone structures in generations-old kitchens with high ceilings supported by heavy beams and whitewashed walls. She began to fantasize about installing a cast-iron frame so a pot of polenta could hover over an open flame, or fowl could crisp on a spit. “I was at Michel Guérard’s three-star Michelin restaurant outside of Bordeaux, (Les Prés d’Eugènie),” she says. “He has a wood-burning fireplace and does quail in there.”

If her kitchen had been wider, Wolf says she would have installed a center island; “I don’t like cabinetry in my face.” Instead, she faces a plain white wall of tumbled marble bricks, as soft to the eye as a feather pillow. The counter itself is burgundy-colored marble, veined in gray with hints of turquoise. Thim found the stone in a pile of remnants at Universal Marble and Granite Company. “It was probably quarried 30 years ago. You can’t get this anymore,” he says.

The fireplace stone, from Lancaster County, Pa., is laced with shimmering mica, and reminds Wolf of her childhood (“I picked up mica in my driveway in North Carolina,” she says). The thick mantelpiece embedded in the stone was hauled down from the Endless Mountains in northeastern Pennsylvania, and the ceiling beams were reclaimed from a 19th-century Lancaster barn. “It meant a great deal to me to have things from Pennsylvania,” where her parents were both born, she says.

The fireplace represents Wolf’s family in other ways. She envisions sitting around the kitchen table—in this case a charcoal gray, polished soapstone surface with a nickel-colored velveteen tufted banquette—with her mother, sister, niece and nephew, playing board games by the fire. “Our lives have really changed,” she says, “I grew up in a traditional family where everyone would be dressed up on holidays. We’d sit in the living room thinking, ‘Can we please leave?’” Wolf says with a grin. “We’re not like that anymore. We have fun.”

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Ones To Watch
By Ian Zelaya


Abdu Ali, recording artist
At 24, the nationally touring UB grad already has two mixtapes under his belt. Influenced by Baltimore club music, his funky, chaotic, danceable jams mixed with rap and punk sound unlike anything else you’ve heard. “I have a lot of energy and I’m not shy about the energy I give out,” he says. “My performances are a soft rage, but that anger is coming from a loving place.” Catch Ali perform Sept. 6 at The Crown (Photo by Keem Griffey)


Nicholas Hersh, BSO assistant conductor
The Illinois native has arranged and conducted numerous orchestral takes on popular music—including a thrilling performance of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody,” which has more than 90,000 YouTube hits. “I’m interested in concerts that don’t follow the traditional format,” he says. The 26-year-old is new to the city, but says he’s obsessed with Faidley’s Seafood crabcakes in Lexington Market.


Blacksage, band
“Creepy, sexy lullaby jams.” That’s how Baltimore duo Drew Scott and Josephine Olivia describe the synth-laden pop songs on their debut EP “Sixtape.” Blacksage’s music goes hand in hand with their live shows, offering minimal lighting and a shadowy vibe you won’t want to shake for a while. Check them out at the Windup Space on Sept. 20 or the Saratoga Toga Party at Maryland Art Place on Oct 25.

September-October 2014
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Ones To Watch
By Ian Zelaya


Danny Gavigan, actor at Everyman Theatre
Everyman’s brand-new company member (and soon-to-be heartthrob) splits his time between Charm City and Los Angeles. Gavigan is excited to play Hollywood star “Jake” in Theresa Rebeck’s three-person play, “The Understudy” in September. “One of my all-time favorite rants is in this play—about relationships and broken hearts,” he says. “I cannot wait to dive into those words.”


Katie Hileman, artistic director at Interrobang Theatre Company
Founded by four UMBC grads, Hileman says the brand new theater company produces professional and contemporary work with the right touch of edge. “I like plays that are a little weird, but grounded in the acting work. It keeps things theatrical and interesting,” she says. Expect to see Interrobang perform “The Aliens” by Annie Baker at the Charm City Fringe Festival in November.


Ryan Haase, artistic/ set director at Stillpointe Theatre Initiative
Unfamiliar with Stillpointe? Prepare to get spooked. “People have been saying we’re like the show ‘Penny Dreadful,’” says Haase, adding Tim Burton and Disney villains as inspiration. “Our new pieces of musical theater fall under dark
comedy.” The theme for the upcoming season is “well-behaved women rarely make history,” with shows focusing on strong women and literary heroes

September-October 2014
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Ones To Watch
Ian Zelaya


Joe Riggs, mentalist
Move over, Benedict Cumberbatch. There’s a new Sherlock Holmes in town and his name is Joe Riggs. The internationally known mentalist and
deductionist, influenced by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous consulting detective, has a knack for reading people just by looking at them. Essentially, lying to Riggs isn’t a good idea, unless you’re at one of his performances where he might wow you and the audience by calling you out on your fib. Raised by psychics, Riggs, 35, has been entertaining and consulting for 15 years and even puts his talents to use at law enforcement agencies. Sound familiar? That’s because Riggs’ story is the premise for CBS’ “The Mentalist,” in which Patrick Jane (Simon Baker) helps solve crimes using his “reading” abilities—and Riggs can proudly say he served as a consultant for the first two seasons of the award-winning series. Did we mention he just moved to Baltimore for love? Let him pick your brain at a free public performance on Thursday, Sept. 4 from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. at Johnny’s in Roland Park. theworldofjoeriggs.com


Abbi Jacobson, comedian/actress/writer/producer
Don’t go to Bed, Bath and Beyond without coupons, because Abbi Jacobson (left) wouldn’t approve. She also wouldn’t approve if you haven’t seen “Broad City,” Comedy Central’s freshest series in recent memory. Jacobson, a MICA alum, and Ilana Glazer turned their web series into a half-hour scripted comedy (produced by Amy Poehler) that premiered earlier this year, about two broke twenty-somethings living in New York City. Portraying fictionalized versions of themselves, Abbi is the well-intentioned, unlucky aspiring artist—a perfect contrast to Ilana, a sexually adventurous free spirit and freeloader. Provocative, relevant and downright hilarious, the show provides one of the most
genuine friendships on TV. (It helps that The Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre alumni are also BFFs in real life.) “Broad City” is available on VOD services and has been renewed for a second season.


Noah Himmelstein, theater and opera director
Noah Himmelstein is certainly making a name for himself in the theater world. Having directed numerous plays and operas including “Things I Left On Long Island,” “Positions 1956,” and “Loving Leo,” his latest project is the 12-movement oratorio “I Am Harvey Milk,” which has been a monumental achievement for the Pikesville native and Carver Center for Arts and Technology graduate. Part choral work, part theater, “Milk” follows the life of the first openly gay man to hold public office and has been performed seven times around the country over the past two years—the most recent being a massive reunion show featuring more than 500 men from choruses and orchestrasacross the country at the Walt Disney Concert Hall in Los Angeles. “It’s the most extraordinary thing I’ve been a part of,” Himmelstein says. “My mission is to combine opera and theater.” “Milk” can next be seen Oct. 6 at Avery Fisher Hall in New York City, starring its writer/composer Andrew Lippa and Kristin Chenoweth.


Owen Daniels
Baltimore Ravens tight end Owen Daniels can’t wait to take Baltimore by storm. “The fan base here is unbelievable,” says the former Houston Texans tight end who brings his offensive skills to the field—along with meteorological talents. A University of Wisconsin-Madison graduate with a degree in atmospheric and oceanic science, Daniels acquired the nickname “The Weatherman” after delivering a forecast on the local news in Madison, a hobby that followed him to this year’s Super Bowl, where he and Al Roker delivered the game-day forecast on the Weather Channel. “I’ve been interested in weather since I was a kid,” says Daniels, who grew up near Chicago. “I’ve tried to keep my foot in the door for my post-NFL career—seeing what I can do in front of the camera.” Daniels is already in talks to find a community service project in Baltimore. His Catching Dreams Foundation in Houston provides critically ill kids with iPads, PlayStations and portable DVD players to help pass the time while they’re in treatment.

September-October 2014
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Moonstruck
By Betsy Boyd

Sick of stalled zippers? Here’s your fix: The MagZip from Under Armour automatically aligns and locks into place by a magnetic pull. Engineer/inventor Scott Peters-along with his mom, Nancy Peters, and friend Dave Lyndaker-developed the efficient sliding technology to help Nancy’s brother who suffers from Myotonic Dystrophy, which makes zippers and buttons extra tricky. “We would design a concept, get it built, hand assemble it ourselves, sew it into jackets and then test it on friends, family and Uncle Dave,” Peters says. “After many prototypes and a few years of development, we finally had something that worked great!” The device took top honors at Under Armour’s annual Future Show for inventors-and, starting this fall, will appear in more than 15 men’s, women’s and kids’ athletic items by UA, including this ColdGear Infrared Zenith hoodie ($175) in a “Russian Nights” print—perfect for a moonlight run. Also look for a stylish men’s version called the Werewolf. Howl!

Sept-Oct 2014
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Ones to Watch
Highly anticipated books, selected by Ed Berlin of the Ivy Bookshop
By Betsy Boyd


Lila (Farrar, Straus and Giroux), Marilynne Robinson’s fourth novel, tells the sweeping story of her eponymous (and utterly complex) protagonist’s hardscrabble childhood and unusual courtship to a much older man. Why readers enthusiastically await the October release: Robinson’s first book, “Housekeeping,” (1980) remains a critical darling, while her “Gilead” (2004) received the Pulitzer.


The Work: My Search for a Life That Matters (Random House). New York Times best-selling author and Baltimore native Wes Moore’s wildly anticipated December release shares inspiring stories of people who, despite great adversity, have made a profound difference in their communities, including two Iraq War vets and a struggling single mother who started a clothing company that hires single moms.


The Republic of Imagination: America in Three Books (Penguin). In her follow-up to “Reading Lolita in Tehran,” popular Azar Nafisi discusses three time-honored novels, “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” “Babbitt” and “The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter”—highlighting fiction’s value in our country’s history and in our lifelong roles as citizens. Sign us up this October.

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Cool for School
Fun facts about five new education leaders in (and around) Baltimore.
Ian Zelaya


Fred Bronstein, Dean, Peabody Institute of the Johns Hopkins University
With past stints as president of the St. Louis, Dallas and Omaha symphonies, the talented pianist and educator seeks to establish Peabody as a national voice for music advocacy. Last great books he read: “My Nine Lives” by Leon Fleisher and “Life” by Keith Richards.


José Antonio Bowen, President, Goucher College
The former arts dean of Southern Methodist University and author of the acclaimed “Teaching Naked” is also a jazz pianist, having shared the stage with Liberace, Dizzy Gillespie and Dave Brubeck. On his iPod: 20 hours of BBC Radio 4 podcasts and the R&B band Tower of Power.


Kim Roberts, Head of School, Garrison Forest School
Previously assistant head of her alma mater, the all-girls Castilleja School in Palo Alto, Roberts is about girl power—and a big fan of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and “Anna Karenina.” Favorite fashion statement: Anything but stripes—her 10-year-old daughter said she was overdoing them.


Samuel Hoi, President, MICA
Coming from the Otis College of Art and Design in Los Angeles, the arts and design education advocate brings his expertise to Baltimore, along with stylish cowboy boots and a love for Jean Paul Gaultier. What he was like in high school: The quiet type, Hoi says he’s living proof anyone can become a college president. 


Marylou Yam, President, Notre Dame of Maryland University
A nationally recognized researcher on victims of domestic abuse, the former provost and vice president for academic affairs at Saint Peter’s University adores swing jackets and Michael Bublé. Meal she can’t live without: Cheese ravioli. She makes the sauce from scratch.

September-October 2014
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Fall Preview
Summer may be winding down, but culture is just starting to heat up! Get to know some of Charm City’s most creative movers and shakers who are certain to make your fall arts season absolutely fabulous.
September-October 2014
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Chef Talk
Dave Newman, Blue Pit BBQ
By Martha Thomas

A native of Reston, Va., Dave Newman worked in San Francisco for Nancy Hawthorne, Michael Mina and others before coming to Baltimore, with his wife Cara in 2005, with the goal of opening a restaurant. His Blue Pit BBQ on Union Avenue in Woodberry opened in July, though the whiskey bar opened several months earlier.

You moved here from San Francisco almost a decade ago with the idea of opening a restaurant. What took you so long?
When I started at Brewer’s Art in 2008, I told them I wouldn’t stay long because I wanted to open my own place. But I ceased the search because I really liked working for them. It was so refreshing to find people who really give back to their employees.

I understand the restaurant is named after your dog?
Blue Pit encompasses a lot: Blue smoke is the ideal smoke for barbecue. Blue ribbon, the pit is where you cook it. I also have a blue pit bull, Sakai, like the city in Japan. I own a lot of Japanese knives, they’re made in Sakai, where the best steel in the world is made. A lot of knives are made of blue steel.

What kind of barbecue are you serving?
We’re pulling things we like from different regions. We’ll do burnt ends from Kansas City—that’s when you dice it up the point, or the fatty side, toss it in sauce and re-smoke it. Texas is known for brisket, North Carolina for pork. St. Louis and Memphis are ribs.

And the all-important sides?
We do classic sides with a twist: Pickleback slaw, made with brine from our housemade pickles, a loaded baked potato salad with bacon, green onions and sour cream dressing. Collard greens with smoked pork necks and sherry vinegar. I cook them down until they have texture of creamed spinach.

You’re also into whiskey?
Our bourbon program has grown tremendously; we opened with 45 varieties and now have over 100. We try to keep prices reasonable, so people can try things they might not have the wallet for otherwise. We have a 25-year bottle of rye (Jefferson’s Presidential Select 25 Year Rye) that you can try for $13 an ounce.

The décor is fun—rustic and DYI.
Jesse Harris (the designer) built a communal table with wood he salvaged. He stripped the original fixtures and gave them a patina. He hand-built bent copper tubing for light fixtures and used pipe elbows to mount the bar shelves. That’s what we had to work with. People have said, you need to hide that wiring. We say no, we like it. That’s who we are.

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Restaurant Deconstructed: Belvedere Square
To market, to market
By Martha Thomas
Restaurant Deconstructed: Belvedere Square

Belvedere Square has been through ups and downs since it was first developed in 1986, fluctuations that align with the economy, management and public tastes. Over the last year or so, the market has sprung into bloom. Atwaters, the soup and sandwich shop, extended its reach within the space, adding a dairy case, beer and wine, and an ice cream shop. Artisan food vendors have been sprouting along the back wall. One day, illuminated letters sprung from the roofline, uniting disparate food and retail beneath an art deco font.

Scott Plank, who had experimented with his interest in sustainable food by creating an employee restaurant at Under Armour (the company he helped launch with his brother Kevin), is deeply invested—with both cash and vision—in the market.

The Back Story.
“Who doesn’t love Belvedere Square?” Plank wants to know. “I’ve been going there since I moved to Baltimore in 2003.” Plank’s three kids, now ages 10-16, especially loved the Friday night Summer Sounds concerts, where they could run and play. Plank’s goal, he says, “is to make the market world class.” Investing in real estate is just part of the picture. The next step, he says, “is to engage the real estate to create community.”

Face Value.
Changes at Belvedere Square have moved incrementally. The management company, Cross Street Partners, began with the exterior, expanding sidewalks and adding the bright umbrellas—with heaters to stretch the outdoor season. “We took down all the signage,” from the front, Plank says, and installed clear, bold, neon letters. The goal was to create the excitement of a 1940s trip to the market. Mary Mashburn, of Typecast Press, chose a vintage font, Streamline Moderne, for the gaint letters.

Real Simple. Plank gets his hair cut at Blue Spark on Harford Road and used to plan his trips to Lauraville around lunch at Toulouloo, the diminutive Cajun café owned by Shawn Lagergren. Newly relocated to Belvedere Square, the menu remains simple, the dirty rice “unbelievable,” says Plank. “It’s very specific. Lagergren does really good fried stuff, like oysters and alligator bites, po’ boys, pizza and that’s that.” Such focus is part of what Plank is looking for in the Belvedere lineup—which also includes longtime tenants like Neopol smoked fish and Greg’s Bagels, as well as newcomers like Hex Ferments.

Maker’s Market.
The market is designed to nurture small, homegrown food vendors, says Plank. “We wanted to make sure we’re a place where people make stuff—and customers can engage with the makers.” He points to chocolates made by Jinji Fraser, a former Under Armour employee. “I’ve known her for years. She was making chocolate in her condo,” Plank says. “We were able to help her with the rules and regulations of
becoming a food vendor.” The bootstrap story is familiar to Plank. “That’s what Under Armour was,” he says. “We founded that company in my grandmother’s basement.” The new Belvedere Square is an opportunity to give small makers exposure “on the big stage.” Even Spike Gjerde’s Shoo-Fly diner was established to manage all the canning and pickling for its fellow Woodberry group restaurants.

The Future.
Belvedere Square is just the fluttering eyelids of Plank’s vision. He’s involved with developing a similar market in San Francisco’s Tenderloin neighborhood, hoping to replicate the concept in even more cities. “Food and community are the nexus of everything,” he says.

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Moonstruck
Sick of stalled zippers? Here’s your fix.
By Betsy Boyd
Moonstruck

Sick of stalled zippers? Here’s your fix: The MagZip from Under Armour automatically aligns and locks into place by a magnetic pull. Engineer/inventor Scott Peters—along with his mom, Nancy Peters, and friend Dave Lyndaker—developed the efficient sliding technology to help Nancy’s brother who suffers from Myotonic Dystrophy, which makes zippers and buttons extra tricky. “We would design a concept, get it built, hand assemble it ourselves, sew it into jackets and then test it on friends, family and Uncle Dave,” Peters says. “After many prototypes and a few years of development, we finally had something that worked great!” The device took top honors at Under Armour’s annual Future Show for inventors-and, starting this fall, will appear in more than 15 men’s, women’s and kids’ athletic items by UA, including this ColdGear Infrared Zenith hoodie ($175) in a “Russian Nights” print—perfect for a moonlight run. Also look for a stylish men’s version called the Werewolf. Howl!

Sept-Oct 2014
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Harvest Moon
By Ginny Lawhorn

Picture this: while every cocktail may not be worth a thousand words, an artfully crafted one always creates the opportunity for conversation. This concoction provides rich autumn color balanced with savory harvest flavors—certain to warm up your family and friends for fireside chats this fall.

1.5 oz Art in the Age Rhubarb Liqueur
1 oz Gabriel Boudier Ginger Liqueur
2 oz cold press apple juice
1 oz organic carrot juice

In a mixing tin combine ingredients over ice. Stir gently for 30 seconds. Strain into a rocks glass over fresh ice. Garnish with freshly sliced apple and carrot as preferred.

 

September-October 2014

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