Ambrose Clancy

No. 434: Kodak clicks, ATMs arrive, Edison flips out – and surf’s up, dudes!

  Welcome back: Summer is unofficially over, schools are open and there are only 118 days remaining in 2019, dear readers, as we get back to it on this Wednesday, the fourth day of September. Actually, you’re already halfway through this latest workweek – and it’s Eat an Extra Dessert Day, too, so turn that frown upside down. La-La Land: Happy anniversary Los Angeles, founded (by 44 disparate Spanish settlers) as El Pueblo de Nuestra…


On Berry Island, no summer complete without pudding

By AMBROSE CLANCY // You never forget your first time. No, not that. But rather that everyone who has ever had summer pudding has a distinct memory of their first taste, digging into a dense concoction of bread or cake with glistening blueberries, blackberries, raspberries and their juices, served with softly whipped cream. It’s sensational any time of the year, made with seasonal berries or ones found in your local supermarket in the dead of…


No. 423: Medical Scholars, STEAMy camps and LI’s hottest job-maker – and we can’t stop talking about Simón Bolívar

  Welcome to Wednesday: And the midpoint of another busy week of summertime socioeconomic innovation, here on Long Island and around the world. Speaking of world-rounding, there are so many readers to wish well on this 24th day of July – enjoy the Carnival of Awussu in Tunisia, Children’s Day in Vanuatu and Simón Bolívar Day in Ecuador, Venezuela, Colombia and Bolivia, marking the 1783 birth of El Libertador (more birthdays below). Young at heart:…


Don’t be ‘that guy,’ wine-taster – sip, spit like a pro

By AMBROSE CLANCY // You’ve seen him – and it’s almost always a him – sitting at a restaurant table with a glass of wine. As the waiter stands holding a bottle, our man shakes and swirls the wine into a whirlpool, then sticks his nose into the glass and inhales as if drawing his last breath. He sips some wine, his cheeks puff out, he propels the wine around his mouth and then –…


In apple cider, a hard life with sweet rewards

By AMBROSE CLANCY // You know cider, right? That’s the stuff in plastic jugs you buy at a supermarket or a roadside stand out east when the leaves begin turning in October. When you’re home, you take a taste and begin wondering how to spell “hyperglycemia” so you can immediately Google it. It goes in the refrigerator, and before Thanksgiving has turned cloudy and vile. Right? No, you don’t know anything about cider. Americans are…