Dear friends,
I know you’re busy preparing food for your Thanksgiving dinner, small though it may be this year. The last thing you need today is a recipe for black bean soup or Cheddar-corn biscuits (two recipes I’m working on) while your mind is on turkey or chicken or Cornish hens. So I’ll spare you and write about something else you may want to dig into.
“Akron’s Daily Miracle” is book about the crack newspaper journalism, including food journalism, that was committed in Akron during the glory days of newspaper reporting. I was lucky to be writing during that period, and for almost three decades was in awe of the talent that surrounded me.
About thirty of us got together last year to tell the tale. The resulting book — the full title is “Akron’s Daily Miracle: Reporting the News in the Rubber City” — will be published Dec. 8, in time for holiday gift-giving.
The book would never have been written had we all gone our separate ways after leaving/retiring from/being laid off from the Beacon Journal. Oh, we separated all right, spreading across the country from the Pacific Northwest to the Florida Keys. But the bonds we forged in the white-hot intensity of daily deadlines and high expectations have endured. We have a Facebook group, one mass reunion so far, and smaller get-togethers on a regular basis.
Stuart Warner and Deb Van Tassel Warner spearheaded the book idea, collecting and editing the chapters and arranging publication with the University of Akron Press. In Chapter 2, former columnist Regina Brett sums up the golden era the book covers: “For a time, the Beacon Journal was our Brigadoon. It was a mystical, mythical, idyllic place that opened, and for a time, was magical. Pure magic…Many of us spent the best years in journalism there, those magical years between Watergate and Twitter….Together we committed journalism. We saw it as our sacred duty, not just our bread and butter.”
Each chapter is authored by a different journalist, and most are names you know: Steve Love, Thrity Umrigar, Mary Ethridge, Bill O’Connor, Bob Dyer. Each writer covers a different newspaper topic or story or historical event in the life of the newspaper. I was enthralled by Ethridge’s opening chapter on her family’s friendship with publisher John S. Knight and how, as a teen-ager, she comforted Knight the day his son died. I ripped through Kathy Fraze’s fun chapter on life on the quirky copy desk, where “snow” drifted into the aisles on holidays and new hires were initiated with the “Rookie Cookie Rule.” It was a joy to read O’Connor’s prose again in his chapter, “… And We Were All Pirates.”
I wrote a sweeping tale of the newspaper’s food coverage from the 1870s to the present before editor Deb Van Tassel reigned me in. “We’re more interested in the heyday of the food section when you were food editor,” she gently instructed. I rewrote the chapter, chronicling the fun, fearsome, exhaustive process of covering everything from food poisoning to the local corn harvest for more than two decades. Here’s a sample of the backstage workings of the Food section:
“Without a kitchen at work, I had to make the food for the photos at home and transport it to the newspaper, where I styled it for the photograph. I ferried everything from Thanksgiving dinner to a six-layer wedding cake in a succession of Ford vans.
“Ed Suba Jr. and Paul Tople were among the photographers assigned most often to take the tricky food photos. We worked together in the photo studio to make the food look good. I attended food-styling classes and learned to paint steaks with Kitchen Bouquet to enhance grill marks, and spray vegetables with glycerin to make them look dewy-fresh.
“One trick brought the fire department. I partially roasted a turkey for a Thanksgiving photo one year (fully roasted birds look wrinkled in photos) and started to bronze it in the photo studio with a blowtorch. The smoke alarm wailed, maintenance workers arrived with a ladder, and we were told the fire department was on its way. From then on, we disarmed the smoke detector before heating anything.”
People ask me if I miss those days. Yes, sometimes. But all the time I miss my extraordinary coworkers.
The book, with a cover by legendary Beacon Journal and Crankshaft artist Chuck Ayers, may be ordered at https://blogs.uakron.edu/uapress/product/akrons-daily-miracle/?fbclid=IwAR17cntR1o4DFolaSv4HL-_MeEP7BuOFnm8vvCJgYhTv-ZSZBXVXMD6mSCY.
Happy Thanksgiving.
TIDBITS
One of the few good things to come from this pandemic is Akron Bagel Babes, Abby Cymerman’s passion project for bringing fresh, gluten-free bagels (that actually taste good) to the masses.
On her website, akronbagelbabes.com, Abby writes, “Some people have learned a new language during the Pandemic of 2020. Others have taken up ukulele, tackled DIY projects or binge-watched the entire second season of “Umbrella Academy” in one sitting. What have I done? I have become a gluten-free bagel baker.”
If you are among the one-third of Americans who shun gluten, you’re probably dancing in your chair right now. Yes, fresh, warm bagels that you can eat, made to order and delivered to your door.
Currently Abby bakes two days a week. Orders placed by noon Tuesday are delivered after 9:30 a.m. Wednesday. Orders placed by noon Thursday are delivered after 9:30 a.m. Friday. A 4-pack of bagels is $10 and delivery is free to Summit, Medina and Portage Counties. Those who live farther away should discuss options with Abby.
At present Abby offers three flavors each week (the flavors rotate), with clever names such as It’s Greek to Me (chopped Kalamata olives, feta, herbs, Cheddar), Everything is Possible (bagel with everything topping) and Takes the Cannoli (with mini chocolate chips). Some flavors are savory and some are sweet, and while the texture isn’t 100 percent bagel, Abby has produced a delicious product with rice flour.
Abby makes the bagels in small batches in a shared commercial kitchen in Akron. For a list of the week’s flavors and to order, check the website or email akronbagelbabes@gmail.com.
GUT CHECK
What I cooked last week:
A fried egg on a yeast roll; tuna salad; ham and black bean soup; roasted pumpkin slices; chocolate pudding; tofu, green bean and pumpkin stir fry; green peppers fried in olive oil; pan-grilled filet mignons with wine sauce, mashed potatoes, carrot and daikon salad and chopped salad.
What I ate from restaurants, etc.:
An Egg McMuffin from McDonald’s.
THE MAILBAG
From Jane Smith:
I’m going through old recipes and culling files. Just found this one to go along with your Amish roll recipe published last week:
POTATO DOUGHNUTS
1 cup hot mashed potatoes
1 1/2 tbsp. melted butter or lard
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup milk
2 eggs
4 cups flour
2 1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. nutmeg
Oil for deep frying
In a large bowl, combine potatoes, butter, sugar and milk. Mix well. Beat in eggs one at a time.
In another bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, salt and nutmeg. Gradually add to potato mixture, beating to make a soft dough. Transfer dough to a floured surface. Roll out about 1/4-inch thick. Punch out doughnuts with a floured doughnut cutter.
Heat at least 1 1/2 inches of vegetable oil in a deep skillet. Fry doughnuts, turning to brown both sides. The wide skillet allows more doughnuts to be fried at one time. Drain on paper towels.
Dear Jane:
I had forgotten about this recipe. It came from “The Glenna Snow Cookbook” and was used (and probably is still being used) by generations of Akronites. My request for the recipe in the Recipe Roundup column drew more than 50 letters.
I used to have a doughnut cutter — a gizmo that looks like a cookie cutter with a hole in the center. When I was growing up, we made do with a round cookie cutter and a thimble to punch out the hole in the middle. Now I don’t need either because doughnuts are no longer on my dance card. I just stay away from them.