petrossian_fondue.jpg

petrossian_cake.jpg

Notes from New Hampshire

by Lauren Melby
Print Email

sfc_event_feature.jpg I’m sitting in Barack Obama’s campaign office in Dover, New Hampshire.  It is 3:30 in the afternoon on Monday, January 7; the day before New Hampshire’s primary.  Tomorrow, my typically humble state has the duty to be the first in the nation to choose by ballot its Democratic and Republican presidential nominees. 

The campaign office is buzzing.  I, along with most of the other volunteers, have just returned from our first shift of canvassing around our small town.  I’ve been on foot (or tush, as I’ve fallen countless times on icy sidewalks) for four hours trying to convince local voters to vote for Senator Obama tomorrow.  I’m exhausted and I’m hungry; however, my day is immediately brightened.

The spread on the buffet table is astounding:  heavenly plates of fruit, the most delicious matzo ball soup (nearly better than my mother’s), coffee from the local roaster, and impeccable sandwiches.  Our lunch was entirely donated by families in and around the seacoast of New Hampshire.  Oddly enough, nobody on the campaign staff asked for these donations.

Why am I talking about the food and not my candidate’s foreign policy position?  First off, the food donations reveal the undeniable congeniality of New Hampshirites.  Second, this shows just how serious, concerned, and involved New Hampshire citizens are in times of political decision-making. 

In arguably the most important election of our time, the people of New Hampshire have perhaps one of the most imperative obligations.  We essentially decide who has the opportunity to run for president in the general election (and we’re right more than we’re wrong).  New Hampshire knows that campaigning is not easy or fun.  And of course, it can’t be done on an empty stomach.   

Lauren Melby
University of New Hampshire 2008

 

Add comment


Security code
Refresh

Restaurant News

Urban Family Public House
Washington
by Kathleen Alluise

urbanhouseAbout a week or so ago, the husband, pup, and I went to Seattle to see my family and spend some time in the (rare) Seattle sunshine. We went to the Ballard Farmer's Market, a plethora of fresh...

Read more...
La Dolce Vita
Los Angeles
by Pamela Felcher

teachersdesk.jpgAs I have mentioned, I am a teacher in the LAUSD and this year the budget cuts cost me dearly. I lost the auxiliary class I have taught for the last nine years, and though this class added the...

Read more...
Momofuko in the Wasteland
New York
by Michael Tucker

milkbar.jpgThe Upper West Side just joined the world. Move over East Village; now us UWS Jews can sneak out of synagogue on the High Holy Days and chow down on steamed pork buns without leaving our own...

Read more...
Artisan Cheese in the Valley? Are You Kidding Me?
Los Angeles
by Laraine Newman

artisan-cheese-gallery.jpg So, I was like, driveen in the valley ‘n’ stuff? And I like drove past a shop that said Artisan Cheese Gallery, ‘n’ stuff? And I was like “wait, did I just, um, this is like the valley, ok?  And...

Read more...