In the springtime, joyous spring- time, When the birds begin to sing, And we hear the murmuring brook- lets, Then the bees are on the wing. When the long, cold days are over Bees are out to sip the dew And the nectar from the clover, Buttercups and daisies blue.
Supers placed above the beehive For the honey bee to find, Will be filled if showers are given To the flowers of every kind. Then the bees are kind and gentle "Take it hog," they seem to say; "We will work again the harder After the next rainy day.
"And we'll fill again the super, We don't mind with you to share, Early morn will find us busy Gathering honey everywhere. We just gladly gather honey, And the wax from off our back We produce, now is'nt it funny, No material do we lack.
"For our queen cells we have polen, Any egg a queen may be, From the proper food and cover, We produce a queen, you see. If some drones we wish for mating, Other food we must supply, Just the food we give while waiting For their hatching by and by."
"But when frost on field and hillside, In the autumn kills the flower, And in vain we search for honey, In each glen and leafy bower, Then in every hive is stationed Guards to watch our winter's store, For if you would rudely take it, We would search in vain for more.
"And we sting with all our fury, Take our honey if you dare, For we want to keep from starving In the winter, so beware." There's a moral we may gather From the busy bee for all, Gather food stuff in the summer, And protect it in the fall.
It is damn cold in New York right now. Damn Cold. So what does one do after a long week at the day job? Run to the bar for a few pints, and off to Chinatown for soup dumplings. Hot and explosive bites of either crab or pork and broth. Oh yes, we visited Joe's Ginger, off shoot of the famous, and notoriously more crowded, Joe's Shanghai.
Xiao Long Bao, the soup dumplings take a liking to plump fat ladies in full, pleated skirts, their enormous bottoms filling the entirety of a soup spoon (at least this is how we recommend eating them in order to avoid the catastrophic chopstick puncture). Additionally, anyone who reads this blog knows that we have a serious soft spot for neon, and Joe's Ginger has pink neon lining the ceiling - a reminder of all things right with the world.
It's Hot in Here
Joe's Ginger, 25 Pell Street off Mott. Go, Be Warm, Be Happy.
LOVE this place. I can't say anything negative about the food, although I don't really like it when they try to make you sit with random people at a single private round table upstairs. Can we say "awkward blind date/stranger that stands too close to you in the elevator" moment?
I wish I had been there for the plump lady skirts!
ReplyDeleteLOVE this place. I can't say anything negative about the food, although I don't really like it when they try to make you sit with random people at a single private round table upstairs. Can we say "awkward blind date/stranger that stands too close to you in the elevator" moment?
ReplyDeleteP.S. Must try their drunken chicken. It's such a Shanghai classic and they execute it pretty well.
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