Lockdown Day 34: San Geraldo’s Wiener / Encierro Día 34: El Salchicha de San Geraldo

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

I’VE MENTIONED BEFORE, WE SHOP regularly at two large supermarkets nearby. San Geraldo does most of the grocery shopping (and I put everything away when he gets home).

The nearer supermarket, El Corte Inglés Supercor, is our favorite. It’s known for being a bit high-end and at times more expensive. The other, Mercadona, is also a good chain but neither of us find it as pleasant for shopping. The primary reason San Geraldo goes there is because, unlike El Corte Inglés, Mercadona sells cottage cheese (his breakfast staple) and a decent selection of frozen fruit.

At the start of the pandemic, people here, like people in so many places, were panic shopping. Fortunately, it didn’t last long locally and we can easily find whatever we need. However, the day before lockdown began, San Geraldo innocently went to Mercadona.

The supermarket was a disaster. People were running in every direction. There was no toilet paper. No bottled water. The meat department was nearly barren. At first, SG thought they were doing inventory. But when he asked a staff person, he was told, “Oh, crazy coronavirus panic.”

San Geraldo is not one to horde anything, let alone toilet paper, bottled water, or even baked beans. He shares whatever he has. However, the anxiety was contagious.

When he got home and I was about to unpack the groceries, he exclaimed, “You won’t believe what I bought.” He reached into the bag to show me, “Wieners!” he said. “Mob mentality! Everyone else was panicking and it rubbed off on me. So I bought wieners! We don’t even eat wieners!”

I have never called them “wieners.” They are either hot dogs or frankfurters. But where (and when) SG grew up, they were commonly called wieners. He told his sister Linda, who still lives in South Dakota, what he had done and she howled. She thought the word he used was funnier than what he had done. “Wieners?!?” she squawked, “I haven’t heard anyone call them wieners in years!” Even South Dakota had become more sophisticated (well, to a degree).

I stored the wieners in the freezer, expecting they wouldn’t be used anytime soon — if ever. However, San Geraldo made lentil soup Thursday and he added some wieners. And, no surprise: SG’s soup and wiener are delicious.

Here’s the recipe San Geraldo found at recipetineats.com.

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HE MENCIONADO ANTES DE QUE compramos regularmente en dos grandes supermercados en nuestro barrio. San Geraldo hace la mayor parte de las compras (y guardo todo cuando llega a casa).

El supermercado más cercano, El Corte Inglés Supercor, es nuestro favorito. Es conocido por ser un poco sofisticado y, a veces, más caro. El otro, Mercadona, también es bueno, pero ninguno de nosotros lo encuentra tan agradable para ir de compras. La razón principal por la que San Geraldo va allí es porque, a diferencia de El Corte Inglés, Mercadona vende “cottage cheese” (requesón?) y una buena selección de fruta congelada.

Al comienzo de la pandemia, la gente de aquí, como la gente de muchos lugares, estaba comprando el pánico. Afortunadamente, no duró mucho localmente. Sin embargo, el día antes de que comenzara el encierro, San Geraldo fue inocentemente a Mercadona.

El supermercado fue un desastre. La gente corría en todas las direcciones. No había papel higiénico. No había agua embotellada. El departamento de carne era casi vacío. Al principio, SG pensó que estaban haciendo inventario. Pero cuando le preguntó a un miembro del personal, le dijeron: “Oh, loco pánico por coronavirus”.

San Geraldo no es uno para hordear nada, ni hablar de papel higiénico, agua embotellada o incluso frijoles horneados. Él comparte lo que tiene. Sin embargo, la ansiedad era contagiosa.

Cuando llegó a casa y yo estaba a punto de desempacar los comestibles, exclamó: “No vas a creer lo que compré”. Metió la mano en la bolsa para mostrarme: “¡Wieners!” él dijo. “Mentalidad de masas. Todos los demás estaban en pánico y se me contagiaron. ¡Así que compré wieners! ¡Ni siquiera comemos wieners!”

“Wiener” en partes de los Estados Unidos es otra palabra para hot dog or frankfurter. La palabra también se usa para referirse a un pene, no tan vulgar como la polla, más como la salchicha. Nunca los he llamado “wieners”. Pero dónde (y cuando) creció SG, comúnmente se les llamaba wieners. Le contó a su hermana Linda, que todavía vive en Dakota del Sur, lo que había hecho y ella aulló. Ella pensó que la palabra que él usaba era más divertida que lo que había hecho.

“¿¡¿Wieners?!?” ella chilló: “¡No he oído a nadie llamarlos wieners en años!” Incluso Dakota del Sur se había vuelto más sofisticado (bueno, hasta cierto punto).

Guarde los wieners en el congelador, esperando que no se usen pronto, si es que alguna vez. Sin embargo, San Geraldo hizo sopa de lentejas el jueves y agregó algunas wieners. Y, no es de extrañar: la sopa de SG y su wiener son deliciosos.

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Life on Ex-Lax / La Vida en Ex-Lax

ON ONE OF my walks around the neighborhood near my hotel in Brooklyn in September, I passed a building branded “EX LAX INC.” It turns out it’s the former Ex-Lax headquarters and factory that has since been converted to condos (my cousin Allen looked it up when I mentioned it the next day). I’ve since checked out the availability of units and learned that prices start around $1.2 million. Talk about a run for your money! I checked out the floor plans and, although some looked very charming, I couldn’t find an apartment with more than 1-1/2 bathrooms. In the Ex-Lax building!

The remainder of the photos today are of other scenes around Brooklyn when Ex-Lax was the last thing on anyone’s mind.

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EN UNO DE mis paseos por el vecindario cerca de mi hotel en Brooklyn en septiembre, pasé por un edificio con la marca “EX LAX INC”. Resulta que es la antigua sede y fábrica de Ex-Lax que desde entonces se ha convertido en condominios (mi primo Allen lo miró cuando lo mencioné al día siguiente). Desde entonces, verifiqué la disponibilidad de unidades y aprendí que los precios comienzan alrededor de $1.2 millones. ¡Hable sobre un plazo para su dinero! Revisé los planos de planta y, aunque algunos parecían muy encantadores, no pude encontrar un apartamento con más de 1-1/2 baños. En el edificio Ex-Lax!

El resto de las fotos de hoy son de otras escenas alrededor de Brooklyn cuando Ex-Lax fue lo último en lo que nadie pensó.

How would you like to tell people you live in “The Ex-Lax”?
¿Cómo le gustaría decirle a la gente que vive en “El Ex-Lax”?
Tres dormitorios y solamente 1-1/2 baños. “PR” significa Powder Room que es un lavadero y aseo. “Master Bath” es el baño principal.
In a shop window on Smith Street. With the amount of crap coming out of his mouth, he should change his name to Ex-Lax.
En un escaparate de la calle Smith. Con la cantidad de mierda que sale de su boca, debería cambiar su nombre a Ex-Lax.
The day the Kid Brother and I went to Nathan’s for our annual hot dog fix, a TV station was interviewing this year’s winners of Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest. No records were beaten.
El día que El Hermanito y yo fuimos a Nathan’s para nuestra dosis anual de hot dogs, una estación de televisión estaba entrevistando a los ganadores de este año del concurso de comida de hot dogs de Nathan’s. No se batieron registros.
Champions, left to right: 31 (in 2017), 34 and 41 hot dogs consumed. My personal best is 7.
Campeones, de izquierda a derecha: 31 (en 2017), 34 y 41 hot dogs consumidos. Mi mejor marca personal es 7.
She has won four years in a row.
Ella ha ganada cuatro años seguidos.
And speaking of blow-outs, Paul’s daughter on the Coney Island Boardwalk was blown off the roof during Hurricane Sandy in 2012.
Y hablando de reventones, Paul’s Daughter (La Hija de Pablo) en el Boardwalk (paseo marítimo) de Coney Island se voló del techo durante el huracán Sandy en 2012.
A bunch of crap awaiting pick-up (often for days) on NYC streets. Charming.
Un montón de caca en espera de recogida (a menudo durante días) en las calles de Nueva York. Encantador.
One last photobomb with The Kid Brother at Mia’s Bakery.
Una última fotobomba con El Hermanito en Mia’s Bakery (Panadería de Mia).

Hot Dog!

The Kid Brother and I made our regular pilgrimage to Nathan’s (the original Nathan’s in Coney Island) for hot dogs and fries. The Dowager Duchess had coupons.

TWO DOWN. TWO TO GO.

The Dowager Duchess always has coupons. Sometimes, she actually even has coupons still within their “use-by” dates. Nathan’s hot dogs are now $2.99 a piece. But, with the coupons, we were able to purchase four hot dogs at 99 cents each. It’s good we don’t eat the way we used to. The limit was two per person and, in the past, we would both have eaten three … or four. One time, I had six. We’ve got lots of time to get in shape for Nathan’s annual hot dog eating contest. But I think we’ll pass.

ONLY 234 DAYS UNTIL THE NEXT HOT DOG EATING CONTEST.

In this year’s contest, the winner was Joey Chestnut (I’m not making that up); he downed 69 hot dogs (and buns) in 10 minutes without a “Roman method incident” or “reversal of fortune” — otherwise known as “vomiting,” which is against the rules. Joey has the very apt nickname of “Jaws.”

JOEY CHESTNUT WITH ONE MORE TO GO.
THE MUCH MORE “COUTH” KID BROTHER.
HE SAID, “LET ME SWALLOW FIRST!” 

Nathan’s didn’t have any indoor dining. I don’t know if they’ll set up tables inside for winter or not. They did last year. It was chilly and windy outside. We ate quickly. After lunch, the Kid Brother bought a really nice Coney Island, Brooklyn sweatshirt. More precisely, the Kid Brother said, “I need a sweatshirt.” He picked out a beauty that looked great on him. As we headed up to the counter, I didn’t see him reaching for his wallet. I asked, from experience, “Do you have any money?” He replied very matter-of-factly, “No.” I said, “Why don’t we just call it a gift,” and then added, “You little shit…” 
I’ll never learn.

ON OUR WAY BACK TO THE DUCHESS’S, WE PASSED THE CYCLONE AND I NOTICED
THAT IT OPENED THE DAY BEFORE THE DUCHESS WAS BORN.
THE DUCHESS HAS HELD UP A LOT BETTER THAN THE CYCLONE.

SOME OF THE DUCHESS’S OTHER COUPONS…
EXPIRATION YEAR: 1991