No, I’m not referring to my Greek friend. Or that ridiculous sour cream I saw an ad for recently. I am referring to the newest dustup in the Greek yogurt world.
Greek yogurt manufacturer Fage recently sued NY-based yogurt maker Chobani in the UK, demanding that Chobani refrain from calling their product “Greek Yogurt” because it’s made in the USA. A lower court ruled in Fage’s favor, and Chobani appealed the ruling. But an appeals court once again ruled against Chobani, upholding the lower court’s injunction against them using the term “Greek yogurt” to describe their US-made product.
Hold up. Something smells bad, and it isn’t the moldy yogurt that Chobani was selling recently.
See, Fage’s main complaint here is that if it’s not made in Greece, it can’t be called Greek yogurt. Much like sparkling wine not made in the Champagne region of France is not eligible to be called Champagne, and meatballs not served in an Ikea can’t be called Swedish*. The fact is, Chobani manufactures its products in its New Berlin, NY (and also Twin Falls, ID) and this is Fage’s complaint – it ain’t made in Greece.
BUT – remember a few years back, when Fage constructed a ginormous yogurt manufacturing plant in Johnstown, NY? You don’t recall? Read this to refresh your memory. Then, please understand that Fage makes just about all of the GREEK YOGURT that it sells in the United States…wait for it…IN THE UNITED STATES. From the FageUSA website:
Our U.S. facility, located in Johnstown, New York, which started commercial production in April 2008 and is the largest of our facilities in terms of production capacity, manufactures yogurt products for the U.S. market and the rest of the Americas. We have three facilities in Greece that serve all of our markets outside of the Americas and have the capacity to expand their production to accommodate expected increases in demand in the United Kingdom, Italy, Germany and other international markets.
So I don’t understand their argument here, unless I am completely missing something. Why didn’t Chobani’s lawyers bring up the fact that Fage continues to call its product Greek when it’s made in NY? Should I call Chobani’s legal team? Should I go to law school?
*This may or may not be true. I’ve actually never set foot in an Ikea. But I do make some mean Swedish meatballs, courtesy of my Swedish mother-in-law.
Freaking Cleveland just gets weirder every minute. Today I learned about another wacko thing around here: snow rollers.
There is this strange meteorological phenomenon known as “snow rollers” that seems to be part of the winter landscape in NE Ohio. Basically, strong winds scoop up a bunch of icy snow and blow/roll it into a hollow cylinder that resembles a jelly roll. Or one of the tires from the Flintstone’s car. Just freaking weird.
Conditions have to be just right, though: the ground must have a crusty layer of ice; the ice must then be covered by wet, loose snow; the wind must be strong enough to move the snow rollers; and there must be some sort of incline to the ground. Once the snow roll gets so big that the wind can’t move it anymore, they stop rolling. And the winds around here have been absolutely brutal, so I wouldn’t be surprised if there were some snow rollers around that are as big as cars.
Now, I haven’t seen any of these oddities with my own eyes, but I’m on the lookout now. I hope some form in my back yard, though, because it’s too damn cold to leave the house. I’m also hoping the wind picks up enough to blow some of the dog poop out there into my neighbor’s yard.
Here’s a photo of some rollers, from today’s Akron Beacon Journal:
Have you seen any snow rollers? Share your photos with me, so I don’t have to go outside but can still pretend I’ve seen some.
So this is what Spain* thinks of us. JUMBO silicone muffin cups are called “American Muffin Cups”.
Luckily the baking cups themselves are Delicious!, because we gluttonous Americans will likely just eat the cups too, in the mad frenzy to shove the giant American muffins in our giant American faces.
*Lékué is a Spanish manufacturer of silicone bakeware and microwave cookware. I used to like the company.
There’s no bread, but I am grateful to the folks at Heinen’s for creating a sign with
no spelling or grammar infractions only one spelling mistake.
Today’s temperature is sitting around 20 degrees. Feels like the beach.
Many things have struck me about Cleveland and Northeast Ohio, since I moved here in May.
- First of all, it can get cold here. I write this as the Midwest and much of the rest of the country is experiencing he record-breaking cold of the 2014 Polar Vortex. Temps here last night got as low as -11, with wind chills nearly reaching -40. And the winds are BRUTAL, Polar Vortex or not. My poor dogs could barely go outside to pee. On the plus side, I’ve learned a new meteorological term this week: FROST QUAKE. It’s not a breakfast cereal – it’s a real and frightening phenomenon.
Frost quakes will be possible tonight. These will come from the ground (are insanely loud) and will shake the house. http://t.co/GBwgZhHN6C
— Betsy Kling – WKYC (@BetsyKling) January 7, 2014
- We’ve found pitifully few places that serve decent Italian food around here. There are tons of places that TRY, but nothing comes close to what you can get in New York. I know that sounds snobby and elitist, but when you are a native New Yorker, you just come to expect decent pizza and Italian takeout. I ordered a calzone from a place a few weeks ago, and it was merely some mozzarella stuffed inside some pizza dough. No ricotta! That’s not a calzone, my friends. We did find one place that was pretty good – D’Angelo’s in Twinsburg. The food was tasty (awesome risotto), and the service was fantastic. We even took my in-laws there when they visited in November. But we haven’t found a delivery joint that slings NY-style pizza like the ones we used to order from in Clifton Park (La Bella and Inferno). Now, let me give credit where credit is due: Cleveland can do Polish, German…anything Eastern European. Fine. But unfortunately no one delivers galumpkis or sauerbraten. Because we’d totally order that.
- Related: every delivery joint sells fried chicken. That’s just weird. And none of them – NOT ONE – offers raspberry sauce with their mozzarella sticks. Sigh.
- Clevelanders are extremely proud of their hometown. Sure, the place has its detractors, but their voices are drowned out by the sea of voices singing the praises of CLE. It’s really nice to see how much people love the place where they live.
- Clevelanders are extremely proud of their losing sports teams. They love the underdogs here, and there are no greater underdogs than the long-suffering Cleveland Browns. They wear the Browns’ losing seasons like a badge of honor. I think they’d more upset if the Browns actually won. Because then they’d have nothing to complain about. Reminds me of pre-2004 Red Sox Fans (who now just sound like Yankees fans with a dumber accent). Perhaps the best example of the Cleveland attitude towards the Browns is local comedian Mike Polk’s video about the “Factory of Sadness”:
- Browns aside, having professional sports teams close by is great. Bob & I went to a few Indians games this season, and they were a blast. Wish we had enough $$ to get season tickets.
- Beer is HUGE here. Ginormous. You can’t swing a dead cat without it falling into a fermenting tank. I haven’t been to any of them yet, but I have plans. Recently, we went to the West Side Market (more on that another time) and attempted to have lunch at the Great Lakes Brewing Company across the street, but that plan was thwarted by a two hour wait. But, we did visit the gift shop, so it wasn’t a total loss. Also, I am currently in love with GLB’s Christmas Ale. It’s kind of the local thing to drink.
- Grocery stores here really suck. Giant Eagle is dirty and expensive, and Heinen’s is wonderful and expensive. I have since learned that there are other options for groceries (Marc’s, Acme, Aldi), but they all have vocal opponents who claim they are horrible. I haven’t personally visited any of them because I really like Heinen’s (even though it’s crazy expensive most of the time) and it’s really close to our house. We did manage to find a great butcher shop nearby: Mazzulo’s. We ordered our Christmas/NYE prime rib roast there, and have really enjoyed their sausages and steaks. Better prices than the chains, too. Win!
- Related: Trader Joe’s manages to find the WORST locations, no matter what part of the country they’re in. One of the Cleveland stores (there are only two) is located in the most horrendous shopping malls I’ve ever seen: not only does this place have a North Face store and a Lululemon Athletica store (those two are enough to make you want to kill yourself right there), they have the smallest store-to-parking-space ratio I’ve ever seen. There is never a time when there is adequate parking for the demand. And it doesn’t matter if it’s Cleveland, Albany, or Danbury CT – no matter where, people turn into complete assholes once inside a Trader Joe’s. Self-important, elitist assholes. Except me, of course. I’m still as sweet and polite as always.
- Small-town politics are just as dirty here as they are in NY. Awesome.
- Everywhere you look, all you can see on the horizon is…nothing. Vast swaths of nothing. I didn’t realize how much I took the
mountainous terrain of NY for granted. Up and down the Northway and Thruway, majestic mountains as far as the eye can see. Here? Empty sky. I miss the Adirondacks and the Catskills. The landscape here is boring (though looking at Lake Erie from the lakeshore is kinda cool).
- The job market here is pretty tough. I still haven’t found a full-time job yet, and I’m getting discouraged.
Man, it really sounds like I’m complaining. I am, but I’m not. Problems are the same all over. The Capital Region may have good pizza and decent grocery stores, but it has cold snowy weather and a shitty Trader Joe’s parking lot, too. There are definitely things about Cleveland that are far superior to Albany: museums, zoos, theaters, professional sports, low taxes…but the Capital Region has one thing over on the CLE – Stewart’s. Damn I miss Stewart’s.
A hand-crafted quiz, mixed up just for you! Each answer is a blend of a famous film and a popular cocktail/drink – sometimes shaken, sometimes stirred, but always mixed up.
“A wealthy Southern family throws a Hail Mary and consumes a large glass of Cognac, Cointreau, and lemon juice.”
Answer: The Blind Sidecar
I’ll admit that was not my best clue. But you get it, right? Well, go on! Get started. And get the answers by clicking the link at the bottom of the post. Have fun!
- A brilliant yet delusional mathematician hallucinates pretty much everything, and not just because he’s drinking Kahlua, lemon-lime soda, and vodka. Served with a Nobel Prize.
- When a Jewish prince is betrayed and sent into slavery, he decides to seek revenge – fueled by rum, passion fruit, orange, lime, simple syrup, and grenadine. Drinking and driving apparently wasn’t an issue in the days of chariot racing.
- Thinking of running away from your Southern husband and reinventing yourself in NYC? Work up your nerve with this mixture of vodka, Southern Comfort, amaretto, sloe gin and OJ.
- You had me at rum, eggs, sugar, brandy, and milk.
- Death takes the form of Guinness layered on top of Bass Ale.
- High school newspaper reporter interviews a new student and accidentally knocks over his whiskey and ginger ale. He then spends the rest of his day trying to avoid a late afternoon bar fight.
- Two detectives hunt a serial killer who leaves a distinctive calling card at every murder scene. Come on, what’s in the box? Whiskey and lemon-lime soda, of course.
- A couple of pot-smoking idiots are jailed as international terrorists after trying to board a plane to Amsterdam while carrying a refreshing blend of vodka, cranberry juice, and pineapple juice.
- A beautiful princess passes out after eating an apple washed down with vodka, Kahlua and cream. Can only be awoken by a handsome Dude.
- Walt Disney would not approve, but if you left some tequila, lime juice and sour mix out in the snow, you might end up with a new drink that could make you very animated.
- Shaking up a White Russian might earn you a lifetime stint on The Rock, but at least you can pass the time by raising sparrows in your cell.
- Remember the Rum! And don’t forget the mint, lime juice, and sugar, either.
- A Luddite British writer follows an American teen heartthrob to his home in Massapequa NY, intoxicated by the boy’s youthful beauty and odd scent of triple sec, rum, gin, vodka, tequila, sour mix, and Coke.
- A strangely dark Adam Sandler film, served in a giant bowl of unfunny.
- I like them French fried potaters, and maybe some gin, cherry brandy, lemon juice, sugar and club soder.
- Creme de Noyaux plus Creme de Cacao and heavy cream will have you exclaiming, “His name is Blane? That’s a major appliance, that’s not a name!”
- Natalie Wood and Warren Beatty star in this green and minty cinematic classic.
- A childhood imaginary friend reappears to wreak havoc in the life of a depressed woman, and the only way to make him disappear is a green pill served with a vodka, lemon juice and sugar chaser.
- Annette and Frankie sing and dance their way through a not-so-wholesome seaside concoction of vodka, peach schnapps, creme de cassis, and orange & cranberry juice.
- The first rule of this nonalcoholic drink? Don’t talk about it. The second rule? All it needs is a wedge.
- An intoxicating British cocktail of gin, sweet vermouth, and orange juice is at the root of youth violence in a futuristic dystopia.
- Two musicians witness a mob hit, don some women’s clothes, and sugary-sweet talk an all-female band into letting them hide out with them on the road and drink warm greasy beverages.
- Sad-sack bank robbers plan their getaway over vodka and grapefruit juice served in brackish highball glasses.
- You’ll need a few shots of top-shelf French liquor just to get through this new S&M erotic romance, coming in 2014. So to speak.
- A spoonful of sugar does not help the tomato juice and vodka go down.
- A young bride-to-be wonders which of three men could be her father. So she makes them each a drink of Kahlua, rum, coconut liqueur, lemon, and pineapple juice. Whichever man swallows the ridiculously contrived premise is her real father, and the winner takes it all.
- A young boy travels the world, viewing the scenery through his fuzzy navel.
- Tomorrow is another day to enjoy Amaretto, pineapple juice, and orange juice over ice, if you give a damn.
But, if you insist – click here to get the answers and your score.
AND – if you’ve got some Movie Mixology questions of your own, send them to me and I’ll add them to the quiz and give you all the credit!
To blogging, that is. I know I’ve been slacking off. I’ve just been so busy setting up my new house, working two part-time jobs, and trying to find a full-time job, that the blog has gone on the back burner. But l believe I’ve finally settled into enough of a routine that I can find a few minutes every now and then to poke a few words out on the ol’ bloggarino.
To catch everyone up: I moved to the Cleveland area in May of this year to join my husband, who’s been living here since last September. We started building our house in May, and we moved in at the beginning of August. I spent two and a half months in a pretty-bad apartment kitchen, using kitchen tools provided by the rental furnishings company. Luckily I was smart enough to pack my own knives, baking stones, and 12″ skillet, so it could have been a lot worse. But – it was a royal pain the ass not having access to my favorite tools. I missed my stand mixer and my food processor most of all.
Anyway, it was all worth it in the end. I have a pretty amazing kitchen now, and all of my beloved kitchen accessories are here, nestled in the ample cabinet space. Here are a few shots of my new cooking digs:
So, since I have a great kitchen, I have really gotten back into cooking. I’ve got a freezer full of goodies, and I am looking forward to sharing recipes with you all. The majority of the recipes I’ve been making are healthy – I recently joined Weight Watchers, and I am thrilled to report that as of last Friday, I have successfully ditched 10% of my body weight! More to go, but I am so excited about my success this time around.
For now, I will share a link to my most recent post for From Scratch Club, a regional food/DIY community that I started writing for when I lived back in NY. They’re happy to keep me writing, and I’m happy they don’t mind that I’m 500 miles away. It’s a recipe for Slow-Cooker Apple Cinnamon Steel Cut Oatmeal, and it’s pretty fantastic!
I’ve missed you! How have you been??