Butternut Squash Risotto with Sage and Gorgonzolo

We haven’t been to the Endless Mountains since November. Our cottage there is not winterized, and spring weekends are filled with activities that keep us in New York City. But 7 months is much too long, and I’m starting to wonder if we’ll ever get away. Then, finally, it happens – a free weekend.

We arrive after 10 pm on Friday night. A stop for groceries and dinner and a pelting rainfall on back roads has turned a normally 3 1/2 hour trip into an almost endless 6 hour ride, and we are exhausted. We find the house still standing, and rush inside to see how things have fared this winter. Good news – no mice nests. Bad news – No water. We just this month had the well pump replaced and the filter system fixed, but looks like the plumber never came to turn things on inside the house. No problem – we lived without water in this house last summer when the well went dry. We can tough this out till morning.

Which would have been fine if we hadn’t opened the fridge to put away our supplies and discovered the shelves to be spattered with black mold. Lesson learned – Unplug and dry out the fridge before closing up next time. Now, we set to work with Clorox, some bottled water and a rag.

Next morning, we figure out how to get the water back on (simple valve in the shed) but there is no hot water. Turns out we had turned on the power to the hot water heater before it filled up, and burnt out the heating element. Luckily, the plumber comes and fixes things. Soon, we have fresh, delicious running water supplied from our well by the new pump. Good enough, I declare, to forgo bottled water for drinking and cooking, a first for us here.

A gorgeous sunny day ensues. Armed with fresh coffee and the radio, I clean the kitchen and arrange the larder while Mr TBTAM mows the lawn using his trusty hand mower and the girls sleep in. We all head into town for lunch at the Sweet Shoppe, and discover it is under new management, which worries us when we find out that the mac and cheese is coming off the menu and there are no more onions for Mr TBTAM’s burger. We reserve judgement, though, and promise to give the new management the rest of the season to learn just how to keep us happy.

Then it’s off to the local winery for a bottle of dry white wine for tonight’s dinner. Along the way, we detour to a flea market a a local campground. An airshow is underway at a nearby airfield, and antique biplanes loop overhead as we poke through out of style clothes, old suitcases and Tupperware. Next, the hardware store for a new garden hose.

After we get back, Mr TBTAM takes a long nap while I bike the loop around the lake, pleased that my rides in Central Park this spring have toughened my legs such that I can do the hills without stopping. It’s still too cold to swim as far as I’m concerned, but the girls go in for a dip while I’m gone. I stop at the lake at the end of my ride – thankfully, nothing there seems to have changed. Promising to come back tomorrow and attempt a swim, I head back to the house for a hot shower.

Now comes the best part of the day. Cooking. This is really why I come here. The lake and the bike riding and the mountains and the fresh air – its all just a gorgeous backdrop of an excuse just so I can get away and cook.

It’s still a challenge cooking in this kitchen. We really should replace the oven, but are waiting till we are ready to redo the kitchen. The altitude (2100 feet) makes baking feel like a science experiment, and slows down everything on the stove top. But there’s decent enough counter space and a large pantry, and I can get NPR in on the radio with just a little static, so I am just fine, thank you.

Tonight’s dinner is a wonderful risotto I modified from a recipe by Marc Murphy, chef at Landmarc Restaurant in Tribeca. The recipe uses Gorgonzola cheese, and Mr TBTAM is hesitant. He hates blue cheese. Can’t I leave it out? But I’ve been planning this meal since Thursday, and am convinced he’ll love it. (I was right, of course…)

As I am stirring the risotto, obligatory glass of white wine in hand, my thoughts turn to fungi. It is mold, after all, that marbleizes through and gives the Gorgonzola its distinct flavor. And, ironically, it was also mold that kept me up till midnight last night, scrubbing the fridge with Clorox. In the right place, with just the right set of circumstances, fungi can do wonderful things. But in the wrong place with no control, they are nothing more than trouble.

Which, not surprisingly, gets me to thinking about the current administration, politics and the upcoming election…

But that’s not what this post is about. It’s about food, and summer, and country houses. The need to get away, and the work that can bring. Tomorrow, I need to scrub the pantry floor and try to get up the rust the old metal cabinet has left there. Dust the cobwebs from the mantle and hang the pictures we’ve brought up. Hose down the porch. Hang the hammock. Lay the rug we brought up with us. Think about planting some herbs for summer cooking.

Which gets me thinking that opening up a country house is a lot like making risotto. It’s takes patience and a bit of work. But in the end, it’s a delicious meal.


Butternut Squash Risotto with Sage and Gorgonzola

The original recipe was actually a pumpkin risotto with no instructions on how to roast the pumpkin, called for a bit less onion, sage and cheese than I used, and use toasted walnuts for garnish. I tried it with the walnuts, and decided it was gilding the lily. Maybe if you wanted nuts your could add some toasted pine nuts. But I think this is fine as is.

Don’t be afraid of the Gorgonzola in this recipe. It adds wonderfully complex flavor without dominating the dish. Mr TBTAM hates blue cheese, and he loved this risotto. We served it with a salad of fresh greens tossed with a homemade lemon vinaigrette.

1 large butternut squash
2 tbsp olive oil
1 tsp Kosher salt
1/2 tsp Fresh ground pepper
2 tbsp chopped fresh sage leaves

1 tbsp butter
1 tbsp olive oil
1 large Vidalia onion
2 large cloves garlic
2 tbsp chopped fresh sage
1 tsp salt
Fresh ground pepper
2 cups Arborio rice
1 cup dry white wine
chicken stock (3-5 cups, depending on how you like your risotto)

3 tbsp crumbled Gorgonzola cheese
3 tbsp grated Parmesan
2 tbsp butter

Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. Peel the squash, cut lengthwise and remove seeds and pulp. Cut into 1 inch dice. Toss with 2 tbsp olive oil, 2 tbsp chopped fresh sage leaves, salt and pepper in a medium size bowl. Spread out evenly on a cookie sheet and roast for about 20 -30 mins, tossing once or twice while cooking, but being sure to leave them long enough to develop a nice brown color on at least one side. (See the little squash pieces in the photo up there for an idea of what it should look like when it is done)

Meanwhile, heat the chicken broth on a back burner and keep warm.

In a large pot, melt butter with olive oil over medium high heat. Add onion, garlic, sage, salt and pepper and cook till onion is translucent. Add rice and cook, stirring, for about 3-5 minutes. Add wine and cook until it is absorbed, stirring constantly. Add a large ladleful of chicken stock and cook till almost absorbed. Keep adding chicken stock, 1 ladleful at a time, cooking each time till absorbed before adding more stock, until rice is cooked but not too mushy.

Remove from heat. Stir in roasted squash, 2 tbsp butter and cheeses. If you want, garnish with a little more chopped fresh sage and some fresh ground pepper.

Birth Control Savings Calculator

Virtually 100% of young women in my practice who use birth control pills are filling their prescriptions monthly at a local chain pharmacy, paying anywhere from $25-$50 a month (depending on their copay) for contraception.

In a recent post, I proposed that by changing to mail-order, among other things, these young women could save a lot of cash.

Today, I tried to convince such a woman in my practice to do so herself. She was paying a $25 copay every month for her pills, but was reluctant to change to mail order because she liked the convenience of the corner chain pharmacy. (Here in Manhattan, we have a chain pharmacy on practically every corner. Sometimes, the same chain will have 2 stores within a block of each other…)

To convince her, I suggested that if she put her annual pill savings into a retirement account, it might be worth quite a bit by the time she retired. She didn’t believe me.

So we went into my office, pulled up an online savings calculator and calculated it. And here’s what we found –

If this young lady, who is 22, were to use the pill till her late 40’s (say 46), taking 5 years off to have kids (generous by modern standards), and depost the annual savings (for her, $200) into her retirement account with an annual estimated return of 9%, then at retirement at, say, age 66, she will have (are you ready?)

$68,762!

That’s the magic of compounding.

How much could you save by going mail order?
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To calcuate, I assumed she was adding $200 a year into a tax free account till age 30, stopping contributing for 5 years, then contributing again for another 11 years, then leaving that money in the same account till age 66.

The Brits on DTC Drug Marketing

Thanks to Kathy A. for pointing me to this opinion piece in BBC news re direct -to-consumer marketing of drugs here in the good old US of A.

America is, I think, the only country in the world which permits
advertising of drugs which are available only through your doctor. The insidious mssage is simple; if your doctor is not offering you this drug, maybe you should be asking for it…

Advertising subtly changes that relationship by sending us in to see the doctor filled with nameless dreads about the symptoms of diseases we might have, and a detailed knowledge of the drugs that might help us.

Spot on, old chap!

You can listen to the entire piece here.

CVS/Caremark – Detailing for Bayer?

Today I received a “Dear Doctor” letter from CVS/Caremark under the auspices of Prescriber Services Clinical Information, and something called “RX Viewpoints”.

CVS was taking the opportunity to inform me that Yaz birth control pills are FDA approved for both acne and PMDD treatment, and that Yaz is on the preferred drug list for Caremark. The packet included prescribing info for Yaz and a little article about Yaz. There’s nothing about other treatment options for PMDD or acne. Just a monograph summarizing the studies that got Yaz FDA approved for PMDD and Acne treatment.

There’s also a pad of tear-off sheets for my patients about Yaz, PMDD and Acne. The PMDD info doesn’t really tell patients that they need to have a really lot of severe symptoms to be diagnosed with PMDD. It just lists “some common symptoms of PMDD”, like breast tenderness and food cravings. Reading that list, most women are sure to assume they have PMDD and that Yaz will help them.

The copyright statement at the back of these materials tells me that “this publication is written and distributed by Caremark for the benefit of its clients, the health plan sponsors,” with funding provided by Bayer Pharmaceuticals.

Now I prescribe Yaz, both for birth control and for PMDD, and off label for PMS. I even wrote a review article recently in which I suggested that if a woman has PMS and needs hormonal contraception, Yaz would be a good option for her. So I have nothing against the drug itself.

But this sort of marketing by a drugstore chain for a big pharmaceutical company, under the guise of physician education took me quite by surprise. And, though we docs do a lot of drug talks, most of those are careful to include information about all treatment options for a condition. This article was just about Yaz. Nothing more, nothing less. Drug detailing, pure and simple.

C’mon, why don’t we all just stop playing around? Enough with the smoke and mirrors. Let’s just tell it like it is.

An Honest Dear Doctor Letter

Dear Doctor –

Bayer is trying to corner the market on oral contraceptives. Problem is, their best selling pill Yasmin, just went generic. So they need to get you to stop prescribing that baby and start thinking of their new pill Yaz, instead.

The truth is, we really don’t care what you prescribe. Our main goal here is to increase share price. Coincidentally, that’s also Bayer’s goal. So they figured if they offer us Yaz at a discounted price, we’d help them sell it. Of course, we all know the sweetheart deal won’t last forever. Just long enough for Bayer to get enough new prescriptions for Yaz to corner market share. But that’s okay. Short term profits is what we’re all about. Plus, this year’s Yaz will be next year’s antidepressant, and so on.

To sweeten the deal for your patients, we’re going to put Yaz on our “preferred pill” list. That means your patients will pay less than if you prescribed some other birth control pill thats not on that list. Of course, generic Yasmin would be even cheaper, but we’re not pushing that right now.

Hey! Did you know that Yaz is FDA-approved to treat PMDD? Well it is! Of course, PMDD is the really, really severe form of PMS that hardly anyone has. But Bayer figures, what the heck? Docs don’t know the difference between PMS and PMDD, so you’ll just prescribe the Yaz off label for PMS, right? Not to mention, we’re gonna’ give you this patient handout that will convince every woman reading it that she already has PMDD, which will make the whole thing go much faster for you. By the way, do you know why they call it PMS? The term “mad cow” was already taken. Ha, ha…

Seriously, though, did you also know that Yaz treats acne? Well, it does! We know, we know, so does almost every other birth control pill. But those manufacturers are not the ones giving us a deal right now. Bayer is.

In case you’re not getting enough pressure, Bayer is doing a really nice DTC campaign. So don’t be surprised if your patients come in and ask for Yaz by name. It’ll be your job to figure out “if Yaz is right for her”. But that’s why you’re the doctor, not us! 🙂

So, anyway, long story short. Can you prescribe the hell out of Yaz?

Thanks!

Sincerely yours,

CVS/Caremark and their good friends, Bayer Health

What it’s like

Thanks to Joan for pointing me to this post by her friend David about what it’s like to sing in a choir.

Finally the Dona nobis movement arrived. The end was in sight. Damn it. How could it be over? Why can’t peak experiences last forever? I was high as a kite, tired from standing for 2 hours and smelled like a sheep in the rain, yet I was blissed-out. I was in love…in love with the human voice and the beauty of communal singing. And the absolute drive we humans have for perfection…even the woman who sang in the rests.

Head over and read the whole post – there’s lots more. Not to mention a great blog title – “And Your Little Blog Too.” And a really nice poem.

Close Encounters

What happens when the doctor and the patient run into each other outside the office, in the real world?

For RL Bates, a plastic surgeon, the encounters can range from “Hey, there’s the lady who did my boob job!” to desperate glances from patients who pray she won’t out them (or their new boobs).

Doctor Rob’s reactions vary depending on the patient – happiness and concern for those patients he knows and loves vs. the old “duck and cover”, reserved for those few patients whose over-familiarity breaches the boundaries of the doctor-patient relationship.

Rural Doc’s small town practice gives her ample opportunity to run into her patients, who she hopes will stick to conversation about food and gardening, and leave the medical questions for the office.

Though New York isn’t exactly a small town, you’d be surpised how often I run into my patients outside the office. The nature of my business means that most of my patients feel rather intimate with me, even if, in truth, we don’t know each other very well. So, no matter where I am, conversations with my patients (and, come to think of it, even with strangers at parties) tend to get pretty personal pretty quickly.

For some reason, I don’t mind. Maybe it’s because I hate small talk.

And though as a rule, I really do prefer the office, I have to admit that I’ve done more than one breast exam for a worried woman at a dinner party (in an empty bedroom of course), and even diagnosed preterm labor once at a baby shower.

One problem I do have is names. I’m horrible at remembering them. I can recite almost eveything about someone and still not be able to tell you a name. I’ve tried to train my husband to introduce himeslf and ask “And you are?…”, but more often than not I find myself searching for a name when I encounter a patient outside the office setting. And I am ever so grateful to those patients who anticipate this and re-introduce themselves when we meet on the street.

My Favorite Out-of Office Patient Encounter

A few years back, I happened to take my daughter to a kid’s musical where one of my patients, an actor, was playing a lead role. It had been a fun show, and my patient had been hilarious. After the show, we all lined up for autographs from the performers, who were sitting behind a long table outside the auditorium. The audience was mostly women and their toddlers, a very casual crowd.

My patient, still in costume, saw me and gave me a big “Hey doc!” Then she said, “Wait a minute. You probably don’t recognize me. Here, I’ll make it easier for you”, swept her feet up onto the table in front of her and spread out her legs.

“She’s my gynecologist”, she explained to her fellow performers, all of whom nodded in complete understanding.

Sunny with a Chance of Meatballs

So there I was, minding my own business, sitting in my car in front of a high rise apartment building across from Asphalt Green, waiting to pick up my daughter and her friend from softball practice.

It was a warm, beautiful summer afternoon with an amazingly blue, cloudless sky and a strong but warm breeze blowing in from the East River. Jonathan Schwartz was playing something by Nancy Lamott on WHYY, and I was trying to think of a 9 letter word meaning “commonplace”.

I don’t know what made me look up from my Sunday Times crossword. Maybe I was hungry.

All I know is that, at that moment, a large uncooked hamburger patty fell from the sky and splattered onto my windshield. Come to think of it, it didn’t really splatter much. It just sort of spread itself out there on the wipers in front of me.

No cheese. No bun. No fries. Just fresh, raw ground beef.

Now that’s what I call a heavenly burger.
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Apologies to Judy and Ron Barrett for mutilating the cover of their wonderful children’s book.

Asian-Marinated Salmon


Irene’s recipe. Simple. Delicious.

Asian Marinated Salmon

salmon filets
Equal parts each soy sauce, rice wine vinegar, sesame oil and Asian fish sauce (1tbsp each per fillet, adjust accordingly)

Marinate salmon for 20 minutes. Broil (not too close, on 2nd shelf down from the broiler in our oven)10-12 mins till done. (Irene uses Mark Bittman’s broiling method, we just broiled ours up there.) Baste halfway through. Serve.

Shrimp Risotto

I’m going on record right now and telling you that this risotto is not only the best risotto I’ve ever made, it’s the best risotto I’ve ever eaten. I don’t know if it was the Tabachnik Chicken Broth I used or the fact that I finally figured out how not to overcook shrimp. I do know that I’ll be making it again. Soon. Maybe next week, when The Italians visit. That’ll be ballsy of me – serving Risottos to the Romans.

Shrimp Risotto

This is based on a recipe I found at Epicurious, with a few tweaks based on both necessity and invention. Irene made it after I did, and I’m incorporating her modifications as well. The trick is not to overcook the shrimp, and then, just before serving, to cut them up into small pieces and add to the risotto so that every bite has a wonderful bit of moist, plump shrimp in.

I added shrimp shells and clam juice to the stock for added flavor. As for the fresh herbs, parsley is standard, the others are optional. Don’t be afraid to make it if you don’t have fresh thyme or basil – the dish is still fabulous without them. If the weather is warm, I add the lemon juice to lighten up the risotto. But if it’s cold outside, leave it out and go for the warmth.

4 cups canned low-salt chicken broth
8 oz clam juice
3/4 cup dry white wine
2 tbsp olive oil
2 tbsp butter
1 tbsp minced garlic
1/4 teaspoon dried crushed red pepper
1 pound uncooked large shrimp, deveined but still in shells
1 small onion or 2 shallots, finely chopped
1 sweet red pepper, finely chopped
1 tbsp chopped fresh thyme leaves (optional)
1 tbsp chopped fresh basil (optional)
1 1/2 cups arborio rice or medium-grain white rice
1 tbsp lemon juice (optional)
2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
Salt and pepper to taste

Peel shrimp, reserving shells.

In a medium saucepan, combine shrimp shells, chicken broth, clam juice and 1/4 cup of the wine. Bring to a boil and reduce to a low simmer for about 10 minutes.

Meanwhile, heat 1 tbsp olive oil and 1 tbsp butter in a skillet. Add 2 tsp minced garlic, 1/2 tsp salt and crushed red pepper, then shrimp. Saute until shrimp barely begin to turn pink (only a minute or so- this is the critical part so pay attention..). Add 1/2 cup wine. Simmer until shrimp are just barely cooked, another minute or so. (Don’t overcook!) Drain shrimp and reserve the liquid. Use a few tbsp of the chicken broth to get all the goodness out of the skillet and add to the reserved shrimp liquid.

Remove shrimp shells from the broth using a slotted spoon. Turn the broth down and keep warm.

Melt 1 tablespoons butter and 1 tbsp olive oil in heavy large saucepan over medium heat. Add onion, chopped red pepper, thyme, basil, 1/2 tsp salt and remaining 1 teaspoon garlic; saute until onion is translucent and pale golden and peppers are softened, about 6-8 minutes. Add rice and stir till it is toasted and opaque, about 3-4 minutes. Add reserved shrimp liquid and a 4-6 oz ladleful of stock and cook till evaporated. Continue stirring and continue adding the stock a ladleful at a time, waiting until the liquid is absorbed each time before adding more, until the rice is tender and creamy yet still a little al dente. (You probably won’t have any leftover stock, but if you do, freeze it and use another time.) Turn heat way down and hold for just a few minutes while you cut the shrimp up ito bite-sized pieces (about 4 per shrimp).

Stir lemon juice, shrimp and parsley into risotto. Season risotto to taste with salt and pepper and serve immediately with chopped parsley for garnish.

I’m So Winning this Contest

I actually got my act together to submit an entry to the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest this year! (Last year, as faithful readers may recall, I forgot about the contest till after the winners were announced.)

The contest challenges entrants to compose a very, very bad opening sentence to an imaginary work of fiction.

Here’s my entry. I did my best to combine food, medicine and bad imagery.

It was sometime during the soup course, an appallingly flocculent vichyssoise populated with a Mexican strain of E. coli that would declare war on his large intestine later that night just after he rolled off his new bride and reached for a cigarette, that Max admitted to himself that his explosive declaration of love for Muriel during cocktails had been the catharsis of his remaining feeling for her, which could only mean that, once again, he had married too quickly.

The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest honors the memory of the author who penned that infamous opening line which begins – “It was a dark and stormy night.”

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents–except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”
– Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)

It’s still not too late for you to do some bad sentence writing. Although the contest has an official April 15 deadline, official means nothing to these people, and, according to the contest website, “The actual deadline may be as late as June 30.”

Check the rules and tips before submitting. Read last year’s winning entries for inspiration. Sentences may be any length, but try to keep it short- at most 50-60 words (That’s the hard part, and I failed there…) And if you do submit, post yours and then send me the link and I’ll put it here. Or write your sentence in the comments section.

I dare you. (sung) My writing’s worse than yours…..

Grand Rounds 4:36

Grand Rounds is up this week at Parallel Universes, a blog by Dr Emer, a Filipino physician “trying to balance his time between medicine and blogging”. Given that this is Dr Emer’ss 5th time (!) hosting grand rounds, it seems the scale, at least this week, is tipped in the favor of blogging.

Head on over for some great reading.

Manhattanhenge 2008

Okay, fellow new Yorkers. It’s that time again. Time to stand in the aisles of the skyscraper canyons of our fair city and worship the sun gods as they shine crosstown at sunset.

Yes, it’s Manhattanhenge! Those magical days of the year when the setting sun aligns itself perfectly with Manhattan’s crosstown streets in the same way that the rising sun aligns with Stonehenge at the summer solstice.

This year, Manhattanhenge is May 29/30 and July 11/12. Happily, the weather report calls for sunny skies on the 29th with sunset at 8:18 pm.

Here’s this year’s email announcement I received today from Neil DeGrassi, the founder of Manhattanhenge:

Dear Museum Community,

It’s that time of year again…. MANHATTANHENGE 2008

What will future civilizations think of Manhattan Island when they dig it up and find a carefully laid out network of streets and avenues? Surely the grid would be presumed to have astronomical significance, just as we have found for the pre- historic circle of large vertical rocks known as Stonehenge, in the Salisbury Plain of England. For Stonehenge, the special day is the summer solstice, when the Sun rose in perfect alignment with several of the stones,signaling the change of season.

For Manhattan, a place where evening matters more than morning, that special day comes on Thursday, May 29h this year, one of only two occasions when the Sun sets in exact alignment with the Manhattan grid, fully illuminating every single cross-street for the last fifteen minutes of daylight. The other day is Saturday, July 12th.

These two days give you a photogenic view with half the Sun above and half the Sun below the horizon — on the grid. The day after May 29th (Friday, May 30th), and the day before July 12 (Friday, July 11) will also give you Manhattanhenge moments, but instead you will see the entire ball of the Sun on the horizon — on the grid. My personal preference is the half-Sun.

As you may know, had Manhattan’s grid been perfectly aligned with the geographic north-south line, then the days of Manhattanhenge would be the spring and autumn equinoxes, the only two days on the calendar when the Sun rises due-east and sets due-west. But Manhattan’s street grid is rotated 30 degrees east from geographic north, shifting the days of alignment elsewhere into the calendar.

Note that any city crossed by a rectangular grid can identify days where the setting Sun aligns with their streets. But a closer look at such cities around the world shows them to be less than ideal for this purpose. Beyond the grid you need a clear view to the horizon, as we have over New Jersey. And tall buildings that line the streets create a kind of brick and steel channel to frame the setting Sun, creating a
striking photographic opportunity.

True, some municipalities have streets named after the Sun, like Sunrise Highway on Long Island and the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles. But these roads are not perfectly straight. And the few times a year when the Sun aligns with one of their stretches of road, all you get is stalled traffic solar glare temporarily blinds drivers.

So Manhattanhenge may just be a unique urban phenomenon in the world, if not the universe.

Note that a couple of years ago, an article in the New York Times identified this annual event as the “Manhattan Solstice”. But of course, the word “solstice” translates from the Latin solstitium, meaning “stopped sun,” in reference to the winter and summer solstices where the Sun’s daily arc across the sky reaches its extreme southerly and northerly limits. Manhattanhenge comes about because the Sun’s arc has *not* yet reached these limits, and is on route to them, as we catch a brief glimpse of the setting Sun along the canyons of our narrow streets.

IMPORTANT: For best effect, position yourself as far east in Manhattan as possible. But ensure that when you look west across the avenues you can still see New Jersey. Clear cross streets include 14th, 23rd, 34th. 42nd, 57th, and several streets adjacent to them. The Empire State building and the Chrysler building render 34th street and 42nd streets especially striking vistas.

Arrive a half-hour earlier than the times given below.

MAY
Half Sun on grid: Thursday, May 29 — 8:17 p.m. EDT
Full Sun on grid: Friday, May 30 — 8:16 p.m. EDT

JULY
Half Sun on grid: Saturday, July 12 — 8:25 p.m. EDT
Full Sun on grid: Friday, July 11 — 8:24 p.m. EDT

Downloadable Image of the July 2001 “Manhattan Sunset” as it first appeared in 2002 among the photo-essays of “City of Stars,” Natural History magazine: http://research.amnh.org/users/tyson/ManhattanSunset.php

As always, keep looking up,

-Neil deGrasse Tyson
Department of Astrophysics & Director, Hayden Planetarium
American Museum of Natural History
Central Park West at 79th Street
New York, NY 10024
http://research.amnh.org/users/tyson

Now get out there, you big Apple Druids, and give the sun gods their due!
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Image from Wikipidia Commons