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Welcome to New York home of, among other things, soft pretzels!

Here we will begin a voyage. This is a passage among connections, starting from the Snug Harbor Cultural Center in Staten Island, New York to the Sailor's Snug Harbor refuge for retired sailors in Sea Level, North Carolina. We will explore the ocean, as a connective element in the lives and recollections of the Sailor's Snug Harbor residents, as well as a cultural and geographic reality.

Enjoy the trip and while your at it have a Pretzel!

Combine in a mixing bowl:
1 cup water at 110ºF (40ºC)
1 package active dry yeast

Dissolve fully and beat for 3 minutes.
Sift in 1½ cups all-purpose flour:
2 tablespoons soft butter
2 teaspoons sea salt
1 tablespoon sugar

Stir in:
1½ cups all-purpose flour and knead until the dough is firm. Let it rise in a covered greased bowl until double in size. Punch down and divide into pieces. Preheat oven to 475ºF (200ºC). With your palms roll out into lengths, tapering the ends, and loop into the traditional shape. Place on a well greased baking sheet and let rise to double in bulk. Set up a pot with:
4 cups boiling water mixed with 5 tablespoons baking soda
With a straining spoon lower the pretzels into the water for 1 minute, until they float. Place on the greased sheet and sprinkle with:

Coarse sea salt
Bake until brown and crispy about 10-12 minutes.
Captain Eddie Squire on board the 'J.F.K.'
St. George Terminal, Staten Island,
August 17,1998.

... the captains, mates, deckhands and engineers here have varied backgrounds... many sailed on the big ships, some come from ocean going vessels and a lot of guys from the tugs...and I myself, I kept many photoalbums and memories of the great passenger ships and freighters of the world, like those of the Grace Line and the U.S. Lines, which I sailed on...right now, the Staten Island Ferry have seven boats and thirteen captains... we have day crews, night crews, and midnight crews, it's a massive operation....it's safe, reliable and efficient...everything on these boats has a purpose...the slips, the aprons* and the bridges, everything is designed for purpose, everything is meant for these long hard runs and continual use. ...in fact we navigate by eye..on a regular trip, once we've cleared the slips it's like a river track...you know the courses there, you see the aids to navigation, it's a regular run...sometimes you just let her ride the tide...here's our chart up here (on the ceiling above the wheel)...and then we have our radar, of course, and our radio, the eyes and ears of the vessel, and we have our compass...you'll see the buoys, the aids to navigation...we'll see them on radar, they're steel...and at night you can see their lights, their sequence and that...it's different at night, especially in the summertimes.

*apron = loading ramp
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MENUS FOR THE RESIDENTS OF SAILORS' SNUG HARBOR

SAILORS SNUG HARBOR
SEA LEVEL, N.C.
9.9.1998

SAILORS' SNUG HARBOR
STATEN ISLAND, N.Y.
9.9.1913

LUNCH (Low Fat-Low Salt)

Ham & Potato Chowder
Prime Rib
Devilled Crab Casserole
Egg Salad Cold Plate
Baked Patato w/ Sour Cream
Garden Blend White Rice
Seasoned Broccoli
Seasoned Capri Mixed
Warm Light Rolls
Assorted Dinner Rolls
Apple Crisp
Plain Cake
Sugar Free Ice Cream
Assorted Ice cream

SUPPER (Low Fat-Low Salt)
Ham & Potato Chowder
Baked Flounder
Baked Ham
Open Faced Roast Beef Sandwich
French Fries
Cubed Patatoes
Seasoned Navy Beans
Sauteed Mushrooms
Cole Slaw
Assorted Bread
Molasses Cookies
Plain Cake
Melon Compote
Assorted Ice Cream

BREAKFAST
Cereal & Milk
Stewed Tripe
Boiled Potatoes
Coffee

DINNER
Green Pea Soup
Scalloped Potatoes
Baked Potatoes
Lima Beans
Rice Pudding
Coffee



SUPPER
Hot Frankfurters
Potato Salad
Parkerhouse Rolls
Fresh Tomatoes
Tea

Plenty of bread & butter served with each meal

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