Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Julius Sturgis Pretzel Bakery - Lititz, PA

The pretzel, one of Pics of Me in Front of Stuff's favorite foods to consume with beer, is believed to have existed for 1400 years. The pretzel was first made in 610 AD by a monk in France who wanted to provide a treat for children who memorized their bible verses. In 1861, Julius Sturgis opened the first pretzel bakery in the United States. Legend has it that he received his pretzel recipe 11 years previous in 1850 when he and his family took in a hobo and fed him at the family dinner table. Though unable to obtain a job at the Sturgis bakery, the hobo was moved by Sturgis's kindness and gave him a pretzel recipe which the Sturgis family has continued to use almost 160 years later. Julius Sturgis also played a role in the invention of the hard pretzel when one of the Sturgis bakers accidentally baked a batch of pretzels twice. Julius's grandson Marriott 'Tom' Sturgis later moved with his family to Reading, PA where Tom opened Sturgis Brothers Pretzels which would later become Tom Sturgis Pretzels. Reading, the birthplace of Pics of Me in Front Stuff, would later become known as the the Pretzel Capital of the World.

Despite my affinity for pretzels and my birthplace being the Pretzel Capital of the World, I had never visited a pretzel factory before. Since Pics of Me in Front of Stuff had visited a couple breweries (Yuengling and Brooklyn), it seemed only fitting that I visit a pretzel factory since they go so well together. So on a sunny Saturday afternoon, Pics of Me in Front of Stuff visited and toured the Julius Sturgis Pretzel Bakery in Lititz, PA. The first event on the agenda was learning how to twist a pretzel. It is a rather simple process and fortunately it was easy enough for me to earn my pretzel twister's diploma. This certficate will likely end up somewhere near my B.S. and M.S. diplomas....wherever they might be.


Carol the Tour Guide, our pretzel twisting professor, then showed us around the factory including some of Julius's original equipment. Below is the flower chute Julius used to make pretzel dough.

Further into the factory, actually right next to Julius Sturgis's old tools, were Julius Sturgis's old ovens. No, that is not the ghost of Julius standing in front of them. Dr. Bob only looks like a large German man, he is actually from Pennsylvania.

In another corner of the bakery is a pretzel twisting machine. Though more modern than most of the factory, the machine actually dates to the 1950s.

However, the machine was only for display. The pretzels at the Julius Sturgis bakery were made by hand by young men like Vincent below. Though only a summer job, he makes approximately 9000000x more per hour than the average pretzel baker originally made in the Julius Sturgis Pretzel Bakery.

Naturally, on the way out Pics of Me in Front Stuff had to live up to its name. Here we are behind a giant pretzel in front of the bakery. We are behind the pretzel, but still in front of the bakery.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

San Diego Padres at Philadelphia Phillies - Citizens Bank Ballpark - Philadelphia, PA

Harry Kalas was not the voice of God, that was John Facenda on NFL Films.



Harry the K did replace John Facenda on NFL films following Facenda's death. Facenda was originally from Havertown, PA and attended Villanova University which made him a Philadelphia native. HK was born in Illinois, but Harry Kalas WAS Philadelphia. Sadly, Harry joined the Voice of God in heaven earlier this week. There are and were announcers more well-known than HK like Harry Caray and Vin Scully but they broadcast for teams that are loved among casual and dedicated fans alike. Harry worked in Philadelphia, a city that is collectively disliked by the sports world - especially the media. While teams like the Red Sox and Steelers and Yankees and Mets and Cowboys among others have prominent members of the media who clearly favor them, there are few if any Philadelphia homers. Harry Kalas called the 2008 World Series which Sports Illustrated and ESPN bemoaned that no one was watching.

Phillies fans were watching.

I was watching.


Sadly, Harry Kalas will no longer be around to provide Phillies fans with memories like this one.



With a heavy heart, I returned to Citizens Bank Ballpark to watch the Phillies take on the San Diego Padres. The first game I attended following Harry's death. Due to the vagaries of work, school, and computers, this was only the 2nd game aside from the nationally televised Opening Day I was able to listen to or watch. A memorial had been created for Harry at the Mike Schmidt statue in front of the stadium. A multitude of fans left notes and mementos in rememberance of the man who had called Phillies games for the last 25+ years. My Phillies fanhood ranges from childhood, but my dedication to the Phillies has only hit a fever pitch within the past 5 years due to living among several Phillies fans. However, I was still shocked and saddened when I read of Harry's death. I have spent many evenings since moving to New Jersey listening to the Phillies via mlb.com's radio package. Welcoming Harry into my home during the 4th inning of home games the past two summers brought the excitement and joy of the past two seasons straight to me. I will definitely miss him and his trademark 'Outta Here!' as the Phillies defend their World Championships this season.

Hopefully, Chase Utley and the Phils will continue to make memories like this one.

Outta Here!
We'll Always Miss You, Harry!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Heidelberg Restaurant - New York City

DAS BOOT!!!

Truly, one of the grandest moments of a man's life arrives when he comes face-to-face with a piece of drinking paraphanelia seen in a Broken Lizard movie. Forget marriage, forget becoming a father, life really comes down to either getting a pank pulled on you by the Vermont Highway Patrol (Super Troopers) or drinking 2L of beer out of a glass boot (Beer Fest). Since I have already been to Vermont and do not have plans on returning until I get past the 24 states I have left to cover for my 50 in 30 plan, Das Boot was my omly option.
Fortunately, living near New York City provides me with a proximity to a multitude of unique restaurants inlcuing the Heidelberg Restaurant, home of Das Boot!

Das Boot is actually 2 L of beer in a boot shaped glass that features a tiny foot with a big calf.
The Heidelberg not only featured beer, but also excellent German food and live German music.
With the sausages and pig knuckles and traditional music, there is clearly not a more stereotypical German restaurant in all of New York City. But considering my affinity for Das Boot I would return in an instant.
Amazingly, I ran 6 miles the next morning with a belly full of sausages and beer!

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Polar Bear Plunge - Seaside Heights, NJ

So what can 3,000+ people do for the Special Olympics of New Jersey.
I may be able to describe it best with this exchange from There's Something about Mary stolen straight from http://www.imdb.com/.

[after telling Mary that he's an architect]
Pat Healy: Really, it's only a side thing for my true passion.
Mary: And what's that?
Pat Healy: I work with retards.
Mary: Isn't that a little politically incorrect?
Pat Healy: Yeah, maybe, but hell, no one's gonna tell me who I can and can't work with.

Then again, that probably is not the best example and possibly one of the more offensive I could have chosen. Maybe this video can explain it better:



For some unknown reason, I felt the need to plung my mostly naked body into the frigid Atlantic Ocean like I was some kind of polar bear. From the photos below, you can clearly see neither I nor my plunging partner Gabe are polar bears.




Regardless of our species, we both jumped into the Atlantic Ocean in February with 3000+ (mostly drunk) plungers to support the Special Olympics of New Jersey. As a group, the plungers raised over $1 million and jumped into 33 degree Fahrenheit Atlantic Ocean in Seaside Heights, New Jersey. The plungers included an interesting cast of characters



Sadly, Pics of Me in Front of Stuff did not feature of pics of me throwing my body into the chilly Atlantic Ocean. If I could search on Google for images of cold, I would post a link. However, I am not sure any of them could do justice to how cold that water was. The water was cold, the sand was cold, the air was cold. Overall, the whole day was cold which probably made it a good day for polar bears. However, as I pointed out previously, me and my plunging partner were not polar bears so we coped the best we could. You can see below, some of us coped better than others.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Kate and Mark's Wedding - Lake Valhalla Club - Montville, NJ

I really thought I was done with the period of my life where it seems I am always going to weddings. Most people go through this time shortly after college when all of your friends have realized they have found the love of their life and decide to marry him/her. College came and went over 5 years ago now and save for the occasional matriomonial, I assumed the period of non-stop wedding attendance was done for me. Most of my friends from college got married while I was in grad school. I gave them the best gift I could afford, but I figured I had avoided spending large sums of money on wedding gifts due to my graduate school based poverty during the non-stop weddimg extravaganza following college. However, there seems to be a recent increase in my wedding attendance featuring at least four this year with a fifth scheduled for next summer, none of them featuring me as the groom. The first wedding occured in the Empire State Building on Valentine's Day making it difficult to surpass as a unique event though it featured limited in personal emotional investment for me. The most recent wedding, while lacking the exciting location made up for it with both friends and an open bar not to mention a thrilling Villanova victory over Pitt in the Elite Eight of the NCAA Tournament.


That shot prompted what has become the standard celebration for big sporting event moments here at Pics of Me in Front of Stuff - a Bearfight. Gabe, a Pitt fan, was the unfortunate co-drinker, or my new term 'bartner'(bar + partner), in this instance.

Scottie Reynold's One Shining Moment aside, the second wedding, which will henceforth be known as Kate's Wedding since I work with Kate aka the bride, was an excellent time and that was not just from the open bar. The weather allowed for the ceremony to occur outside and Kate looked resplendent in her wedding dress. However, the most memorable event of the ceremony was Mark, the groom, stated his vows via song which he accompanied with a guitar. Reportedly, many people in his family are skilled musicians and must be in his DNA because Mark was no exception. His original song was a wonderfully unique way to declare his love for Kate. Throw in his business and invention and Mark seems like excellent husband material. I kind of wanted to marry the guy after his performance though it would not be recognized in most states. My impromptu homosexual urges aside, I hope Mark and Kate had a wonderful wedding day and enjoyed their honeymoon in Hawaii.
The rest of the ceremony and the reception were the standard wedding fare with the usual dancing and drinking that comes with these events. The reception was followed by an after-party at the hotel bar of the wedding party. At that point, the events get more blurry. At some point I was called the 'epicenter of debonair'! Though the memories are hazy, from the pictures I do not remember taking I am sure everyone had a fantastic time!


Congratulations, Kate and Mark!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Long Pond Ironworks - Hewitt, NJ

Long Pond Ironworks State Park is located in Hewitt, New Jersey on land once owned by Peter Hansclever, just south of the NJ/NY border. The first half of the park consists of several hiking trails many of which border the Monksville Reservoir. Though the weather was warm, if a bit overcast on the on the day Pics of Me in Front of Stuff visited, the reservoir was frozen over and the ice's surface was dotted with ice fishermen. Some of us were not confident in the ice's thickness. Clearly, there was no need to worry about the safety of the fishermen and so the hike commenced near the shores of the horse shoe shaped reservoir. The hike was mostly uneventful, the usual hills and woods found in north Jersey. At about the midpoint of the trek, a side trail took Pics of Me in Front of Stuff to a wonderful view of the ice covered reservoir. Check it out below.

Thanks, Herr Hasenclever, for the awesome view!

The second half of Long Pond Ironworks State Park consists of the ruins of Peter Hasenclaver's iron plantation. Since these buildings had not been used since the mid-1800s, it is understandable that they have fallen into disrepair. I figure 150+ years from now, I can only hope I look half as good as these piles of rocks. Of course, 150+ years from now I hope I am dust in the wind. That's right, not only did I try to quote Poison but I also plan on being cremated when I die. You read it here first! Regardless of the plans for my remains, the ruins of the Long Pond Ironworks are beautiful in their own way. Like other piles of rubble, these represent the way things once were in our country. Sometimes what we learn is surprising. When was the last time you considered plantations in NJ? How about a plantation including neither cotton nor tobacco nor slaves from Africa? That was the iron planation of Herr Hasenclever. Other things I have learned are not so suprising. The Long Pong Ironworks were put out of business by the Pittsburgh steel industry...Damn you, Andrew Carnegie! Pittsburgh often ruins things, like the Super Bowl so who could be surprised that it ruined the burgeoning steel industry in north Jersey. However, if Pittsburgh had not caused this plantation to be shut down there may not be this lovely state park in New Jersey. Unfortunately, there is no bright side to Pittsburgh ruining the Super Bowl! My hurt football feelings aside, the path winding through these piles of rubble is a unique historic experience giving a view of industry in an era that is too often overlooked. I guess I am glad Pittsburgh ruined the steel industry there and gave me the opportunity to experience this walk through history.
Don't I look thrilled to be visiting these ruins?

Every manufacturer needs a power source and the Long Pond Ironworks was no different. That time period's power source happened to be running water. Never one to shy away from waterfalls (I have been to Niagara Falls three times!) or fast moving water so long as I do not have to swim in it I could not resist having my photo taken with what was once Peter Hasenclever's waterfall. I am the bright white spec to the left of the falls below.

It is no Niagara Falls. But then again, what is?