This kaleidoscopic stoop is a favorite with our magpie family. Buttons, beads, sequins, seashells, and all manner or shimmery sparklies cover this Boreum Hill home, and we always stop to check for new additions when we walk past. I recently learned that the mosaic is more than fun and sparkles, its a beautiful memorial, “a celebration of life, [to] share with… neighbors and people who pass by to cheer them.” After 9/11, Brooklyn artist Susan Gardner began gluing bits of jewelry, mirror, and beads to her outside brownstone walls and has been adding to it ever since. Neighbors and visitors are known to leave broken dishes or jewelry to be added to the mosaic, so if you pass by 108 Wyckoff Street, leave a little something shiny.
We weren’t here on 9/11, 11 years ago. But after living here for seven years, it feels a little like being a younger sibling who cries when their big brother or sister is sad. To our friends and neighbors for whom this is a difficult day, we love you.
Friends—between deadlines, a series of seven plagues, a broken camera, and a pediatric eye surgery, blogging has fallen by the wayside. To atone for what was undoubtedly a huge hole in your life, I am going to let you in on a family staple and neighborhood treasure—that with which we win new friends and lure back friends lost. Something for which we are known to creep two blocks down the street in the wee hours of the morn, tap at the door, and beg. The thing all family road trips begin and end with, late night work sessions are fueled by, and pants are too tight because of: Mazzola Bakery Lard Bread.
“Made with Genoa salami, provolone cheese, pepper and a spread of lard this bread is the object of many a food-lover’s pilgrimage.” It is crazy good, and extra wonderful in pretzel form. And because I already have to mail a package (one of my despised chores), what do you say we properly motivate both blogger and reader with a friendly competition? I am not educated on the random selection software fancy blogs use for their giveaways, so how about: I will ship a pretzel to whomever leaves me the most amusing factoid in the comments by Monday night. It won’t be quite as good as if you come visit me and we stay up late to get the fresh baked loaves, but overnight delivery should whet your palate until you can do so.