Home-brew Shops in Manhattan, Or Not

I used to love New York but that’s waning.

I used to think New York city was infallible – can you use that with a place? The ability to stay above failure, rise about mistakes, never be wrong?

I believed once that everything, absolutely everything I needed I could find in Manhattan.

Like wine-making supplies.

Like when I decided that I wanted to learn to make wine at home that it would give me more than the books I needed. 

That I wouldn’t have to go to the only celebrated home-brew shop on the corner of the Bowery and Chrystie, where kitchen supplies are the deal. That I wouldn’t have to go to the only home-brew shop in Manhattan and find it closed, two or three years before. Formerly at Whole Foods, now gone.

I would find and buy Meyer Lemons…

… and Fiddlehead ferns.

I would see wonderful other vegetables.

Chard,

Sunchokes, also known as Jerusalem artichokes,

Golden Beets,

And these that made me laugh – sweet potatoes called yams. From Garnet

To Jewel.

I liked how each item of produce was headlined then followed by detail about it and it’s flavours.

Then I saw this black soap and laughed a funny kind of laugh. It made me think of Deepa’s lovely piece on Moringa Madness.

All nice. But. Not. What. I. Came. Here. For. 

Thank you very much.

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