Zip Top showcased its reusable zippered baggies at NY NOW

Zip Top Reusable Containers

The recent NY NOW Digital Market home/lifestyle/handmade/gift market trade show, as with its years of preceding physical ones at Manhattan’s Javits Center, brought together hundreds of retailers, brands, and product makers together virtually via an intuitive search-and-discovery website engine.

Standing out among the more innovative items on display, in its first NY NOW appearance, was the Zip Top container, designed to move food storage away from the single-use disposable plastic boxes and zippered baggies filling kitchen drawers and landfill sites with harmful plastic waste.

Launched in 2017 by NY NOW first-timer and company CEO Rebecca Finell, Zip Top’s alternative is made entirely from platinum silicone, with no BPA, plastic, lead, PVC, fillers or other harmful chemicals. Its one-piece construction is extremely durable, and safe in microwave, dishwasher and freezer.

“You pre-make a meal and put it in a Zip Top, freeze it, cook it, eat it, and throw it in the dishwasher—so it goes full circle,” said Finell. “Being made of pure silicon, it doesn’t leach plastic chemicals, and when you heat or freeze it, it doesn’t get brittle, crack or expand, but stays flexible.”

They also “stand up, stay open, and zip shut,” continues Finell, and, she notes, “no more lids!”

“Every house has a drawer full of lids that don’t match,” she adds. “That’s plastic waste, too.”

Further distinguishing her Zip Tops is that they’re single-piece construction, designed for easy cleaning, by hand or machine.

“They’re designed to open wide and stay open, so you can clean them upright in the dishwasher, like a cup,” says Finell. “The sides flare out, and the bottoms are flat and round, with no crack or crevice for food to stick to.”

Zip Tops come in several sizes, colors, and styles (Dishes, Bags, Cups, and Baby) for containing everything from full meal plates to drinks, sandwiches, snacks, and nonfood items. The designs have earned the Austin-based company numerous international honors, including a Good Housekeeping Editor’s Pick at the 2019 International Home + Housewares Show.

Meanwhile, Zip Top extended its product line this year, introducing a reusable silicone breast milk storage bag. Finell had previously founded the Boon baby product line, and knew there were better options for nursing mothers than single-use plastic disposable milk bags. 

The Great (Al) Goldstein

I’m not much for wishing anyone “RIP.”

Rest in peace? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? That no one robs your grave like some Egyptian pharaoh?

But I’m close to wishing a peaceful rest for my dear, dear friend Al Goldstein. Maybe the most restless mess of a man I ever knew, and surely, in spite of himself, high up among the most lovable.

You could easily shrug him off as one big id, but there was so much more to him than his voracious appetites for sex and food and maybe above all, freedom of expression.

I loved the quote in The New York Times obit, from “the manifesto” in Screw’s debut issue in 1968. “We will apologize for nothing.” And it rightly pointed out how he ‘lived to shock and offend.” But to my mind, at least, those he sought to shock and offend had it coming, way more often than not—on two occasions, myself included.

But really Al, am I so bad because I’m such a huge Burt Bacharach-Hal David fan that I told you how much I loved the 2003 Broadway production of their musical revue The Look of Love, which was so soundly thrashed by the critics that it closed after only 48 performances—one of which you went to, on my recommendation, and hated, so much so that you did the first of two golden Al Goldstein Midnight Blue “Fuck You”’s to me?

Obviously, yes.

But was I really so bad that in the middle of another “Fuck You” the following week, you lost your train of thought, then reverted back a week and went after me again?

“Jim Bessman. You visited me in two hospitals. You took me to concerts. You got me CDs. This is the thanks you get: FUCK YOU!”

If you never watched Midnight Blue, Al’s legendary cable access program that came on Friday nights at midnight and mixed hardcore porn footage with Al’s fever-pitched rants against ex-wives, lawyers, restaurants, movies, the government and good friends, well, you missed out on the LOL genius of Al Goldstein.

One year I turned him onto Tammy Faye Starlite. Real name Tammy Lang, Tammy Faye most recently has won acclaim for her portrayals of the late German rock chanteuse Nico, of 1967’s legendary Velvet Underground & Nico “Banana Album” fame. But the former yeshiva student first found her own fame—make that infamy—in her Tammy Faye Starlite guise as an overwhelmingly obscene and biased evangelical Christian country rock ‘n’ roll act that is either blasphemous or hysterically blasphemous depending on your sense of humor.

In other words, she was right up Al’s alley. Sight unseen, he asked her on the show, and asked me to sit there while he interviewed her, in character, going back and forth between asking her questions and hurling insults my way. And he liked her so much that he kept there long, so her segment would appear in two parts.

I had to leave after the first part, unfortunately before Penn Jillette showed up. An atheist saint for standing up for and caring for Al in his final years of dire need, an uncomfortably put-off Penn sat in on the second part of Al’s Tammy Faye interview, not realizing it was all brilliant born-again shtick. He challenged her religiosity at all turns, yet failed to dent Tammy Faye’s facsimile of impenetrable piety. Al just lapped it up until nearing the end of the interview, Penn finally got the joke.

Of course not even Tammy Faye Starlite could be as utterly repellant Al Goldstein, but there was always something somehow adorable about Al, even cuddly. And most of Midnight Blue was his producers making fun of him: I still crack up thinking of the bit where they liften the scene in Apocalypse Now where Martin Sheen’s Willard is being instructed to “terminate with extreme prejudice” Brando’s Kurtz.

“He’s out there operating without any decent restraint, totally beyond the pale of any acceptable human conduct,” Willard is told.

“Al Goldstein?” he asks, thanks to the magic of Midnight Blue voiceover. Cut to footage of Al sitting at his desk, gleefully thumbing his nose at the camera.

That was Al.

And then there were the “Fuck You”’s.

I was there on several occasions when they’d set up a video camera to tape the segments. Al would have a sheet of paper with half a dozen or so topics, then go through them extemporaneously and rapid-fire, climaxing at the end of each one with both hands outstretched, middle fingers angrily thrusting upwards along with the most disdainful “Fuck you!” deliverable. It was truly breathtaking to behold.

When he died yesterday after spending the last few years in hospitals and nursing homes and deteriorating from numerous physical ailments, Penn Jillette tweeted, “My friend, and hero, Al Goldstein is dead. I will miss him and the world will be a little less free and honest.”

He was my hero, too, and in 1999 I somehow managed to squeeze in an article in Billboard about how record companies were advertising on both The Howard Stern Radio Show and Midnight Blue—though I can’t for the life of me remember which label used the latter. But Al was thrilled to get noticed by such a respected publication, and from that point on I was invited to every Screw/Midnight Blue staff meeting, which always was well stocked with pizza.

He’d invite me to his frequent dinner parties, too, where he’d pick up the tab for 10-20 friends at his favorite delis, Korean or Chinese joints. Gilbert Gottfried was a regular, so was “Uncle” Al Lewis and author Larry Ratso Sloman—another deeply caring friend of Al’s.

His kindness and generosity knew no bounds: I brought a couple girlfriends over the years, and he told them how beautiful they were–though he did question their soundness of mind for being with me. And I took him everywhere: to Joey Reynolds’ radio show, to see Sandra Bernhard and the Oak Ridge Boys; Al loved country music, and the Oaks were thrilled to meet him.

Then again, everyone was thrilled to meet Al Goldstein. His outgoing personality was as big as his obese girth, and even after he had his stomach stapled, lost a ton of weight, and actually looked great, that personality was no less big.

And big as he was, Al always stood up for the little guy and those, like him, who were maligned and misunderstood. Like Phil Spector. He loved Phil, and was ecstatic when I had Phil send me an autographed Spector box set to give him. They had a lot of good in common, unbeknownst to the general public.

“Yes, Al. You are missed. So missed,” tweeted Penn, calling him “one of the greatest proponents of free speech of my generation.” Yes, he was that, and so much more.

My biggest regret is that I was unable to make his voice heard again after he went bankrupt. I failed in attempts to interest people in putting new “Fuck You”’s up on their websites, and could never figure out how to do it myself. With his passing, a thunderous voice shouting out in the wilderness has been silenced.

I’m just lucky to have known him, and glad that he made it to 77—when he could have given up long before. Besides all that weight, he’d lost his home and all his possessions (what I wouldn’t give for DVD copies of Midnight Blue!)—but never his fighting spirit and sense of humor.

Bedridden and deathly ill, Al Goldstein was still a joy to be around. He went out the giant that he was.

Secrets of the Biscotti

Holly DeSantis says I’ve known her since she was a baby. Well, maybe not since she was crawling, but when she was Holly Olchak, proprietor of Party Girls—the hippest, rock ‘n’ rolling-est catering company ever.

Next to me she’s still a baby, but now she runs Bis.Co. Latte, the hippest, rock ‘n’ rolling-est hand made biscotti shop and café in NYC— 667 Tenth Ave. at West 47th, to be exact. The heart of Hell’s Kitchen.

“We’re probably the only café/bakery in the city to focus on the specialty item of handmade biscotti,” said Bis.Co.’s co-owner Antone DeSantis, Holly’s husband—and like me, a music business veteran who’s seen better days in the music business. “Many focus on other dessert-type stuff like traditional cookies, cupcakes and other treats, but we chose to specialize in the Italian cookie.”

He’s referring, of course, to the biscotti. The plural of biscotto, the word is Italian for biscuit, originating from a Latin word meaning “twice-baked.” It can refer to any cookie, but in America it’s specifically the rock-hard, ultra-thin, elongated and flat-bottomed cookie that is dunked in coffee—or for those of us with early morning toothache who didn’t know they were supposed to be dunked, eaten as is. They are indeed baked twice to optimize storage over long duration.

“They’re different and also healthy,” Antone continued, “low in calories, fat and carbs–and they contain less sugar and more vitamins and minerals than most standard cookies.”

And at Bis.Co. Latte, they come in many styles, if not shapes. In fact, Holly has concocted some 50 different biscotti flavors. When I dropped in on St. Pat’s Day, she had a “Black & Tan”—the black being chocolate chips, the tan being butterscotch, and the beer being Guinness. It thereby joined such other alcohol-assisted biscuits as Sambuca Almond and Kahlua Chocolate Espresso Bean. For Valentine’s Day she had a Cherry Cordial.

But most of her biscotti are strictly wholesome. Among the most popular are Oatmeal Cranbery Crazin Raisin, Oatmeal Chocolate Chip, Chocolate-Covered Strawberry, Coconut Macadamia Nut, Apricot Almond and Cherry Hazelnut. Other special holiday biscotti include New Orleans Praline (with pecans and brown sugar) for Mardi Gras, Chocolate Roses (with rosewater and chocolate chips) for Mother’s Day and White Chocolate Lavendar for Valentine’s Day.

Like the names suggest, Holly uses various combinations of dried fruits and nuts, and like the menu says, “Wheat/Gluten or Sugar Free and Vegan Flavors Available.”

“The secret is utilizing what I have most on the shelf,” she explains, “rotating the ingredients, mixing and mingling the flavors and keeping everything fresh. Like Mango Chocolate Cashew: It’s the only thing I use mango in—but I always have mangos in stock!”

At any given time she has at least 35 different biscotti varieties in big jars on the shelves—some 50 at the time of this writing.

“I always keep the classics and house favorites up there—and a balance of funkier flavors,” Holly continues, revealing a recent Cherry Apricot number spiked with cardamom. “Biscotti is traditionally about dried fruits and nuts–almond or hazelnut, or maybe with little chocolate chips. Rarely anything more elaborate than that. And it’s made without added fat–and very low sugar so it makes them a healthy alternative. I took it a step further with lots of fruits and different nuts, and keeping it low in sugar. I don’t call them fat-free because they’re made with eggs, but with no butter for the majority of them.”

Holly has since carried her biscotti concepts over to other Bis.Co. Latte offerings including scones, muffins, cupcakes, soups, risottos, and steel-cut oatmeals.

“Steel-cut?” I asked, wondering if steel-cut oatmeal was what I tore out of those eight-to-a-box instant oatmeal packets I add hot water to when I want to pretend I’m eating healthy.

“There’s steel-cut, rolled oats, instant oats—and the instant packages don’t even rate!” she said, stuffing me with a spoonful of Almond Maple Mango and stifling me before I had a chance to ask anything else. “Steel-cut is unprocessed roughly-chopped whole grain that has a ‘nuttiness’ that feels nicer on the mouth. People feel that oatmeal is a paste-y babyfood but this has a little more texture to it.”

And no, she doesn’t stay up all night cutting it with a razor–as I had surmised.  She’s too busy baking. In fact, “normally I wouldn’t even have done oatmeal here, but I already knew all about nuts, fruits and whole grains used in biscotti and thought I could incorporate those ingredients and build on it. So I started topping oatmeal only with hazelnuts since they’re Italian–and thus made sense.”

Like everything else, Holly expanded her oatmeal selection, and risottos, soups, etc., etc. It all kind of reminded me—what with the mixing of ingredients, and all–that she used to be a painter.

“Yes, I think of the whole picture—the whole creation of the store,” she replied, “keeping the biscotti and the vision.”

She seemed puzzled that I brought up the painting angle—and tried to tie it in with the store. But the vision was one she had had for quite a while, at least since Party Girls. (I just remembered: I still have a Party Girls wine bottle opener somewhere!)

“I wanted something that wasn’t already out there,” she said, “not like a Starbucks or a fast-food place but more like a little European café that’s all about coffee and biscuits or sweets—a continental breakfast. We provide Wi-Fi as a service, but we don’t want you just parking your computer and making it your office [Umm, are you talking about me specifically?] but sitting down and talking to your neighbors [Huh? We have neighbors?].”

She opened the 600 sq. ft. Bis.Co. Latte in the summer of ’07. In keeping with the specialty, the décor is “modern Italian with a touch of old world,” she says, denoting the acid green, bright orange and neon pink color scheme, the turquoise blue tiles on the counter, cast iron tables with marble tops. There’s neon lighting and lots of mirrors and a store logo that evokes Nabisco’s.

Then there’s the music–an iPod shuffle-play that evokes just about everything. Antone’s been a sales and marketing executive for various record companies, but he’s also done tons of party and club DJ-ing, and the music he programs at Bis.Co. Latte is as good and varied as the biscotti.

“It’s a mix of café-friendly songs from older to current, going back as far as old blues and jazz—Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong–to ‘60s and ‘70s by Dylan, John Prine, Leonard Cohen, Laura Nyro, Elvis Costello,” said Antone. Current female singer-songwriters like Leona Naess and Neko Case are also big, same with British rockers like Radiohead and Oasis, and alt-country artists like Gram Parsons and Wilco.

I was still eating my oatmeal when a song I hadn’t heard in some 40 years or so came on, “Tar and Cement.” But it was clearly not the singer I remembered—or the language. Sure enough, one-hit wonder Verdelle Smith had a No. 38 hit in the U.S. with it in 1966 (you can hear it on youtube), but it turns out that the tune, which is about a small-town girl who moved to the city and longs for the grass and lilacs of her youth over the “tar and cement” of her reality, was written by Italian pop singer Adriano Celentano, who had a hit with it as “Il ragazzo della via Gluck” (“The Boy from Gluck Street”). It was apparently translated into 18 languages, including Françoise Hardy’s hit 1966 French version, “La Maison où j’ai Grandi” (“The House Where I Grew Up”)–the one that played on the Bis.Co. iPod.

“You always play good music here,” said a customer who walked in during the Mama’s & the Papa’s’ 1967 hit “Glad to Be Unhappy.”

“It’s like a Ramones’ song,” responded Antone, referring to its runtime. “One minute, 59 seconds.”

I was still eating my oatmeal.

(Shameless plug: I wrote the first Ramones book, “Ramones—An American Band.” On the bookshelf at the front of Bis.Co. Latte is a copy of my latest book, “John Mellencamp—The Concert at Walter Reed.”)

In between spoonfuls I marveled to Holly at how wonderful the place is–then typed it into my laptop. She laughed, embarrassed. One of those people who get self-conscious when they’re being interviewed. Especially when the interviewer is gleefully typing down the most inane comments.

“You know, this really is the greatest place!” I said, thinking it would put her at ease. This prompted another guy who just walked in to say how he had never stopped anywhere for morning coffee “until there was you.” This in turn prompted Antone to exclaim, “See! She’s performing a community service!”—though it was virtually drowned out by my thoroughly inappropriate and horribly off-key rendition of “Till There Was You” from “The Music Man.”

I just couldn’t help myself, just like I couldn’t help asking about her All-Natural Carob Chip (Puppy Friendly) biscotti; I mean, I don’t have a dog.

“Chocolate isn’t dog-friendly, so I use carob,” she said. “No white sugar, either.”

But she played down the dog biscotti, having discovered that it encourages people to bring in their dogs—“a major health department issue,” as Antone noted. “And the dogs get too excited, because they remember!” Holly added.

The dogs get too excited? You should have seen me when she brought out a bowl of soup, bowl of risotto (she said what kinds they were, but I was too busy wolfing them down to make note of it) and a bowl of “some kind of soy latte, I think” (that’s what I told the woman who walked in and witnessed what must have looked like a hopelessly famished homeless man in the throes of Bis.Co. Latte-induced passion). But I can report that the Chocolate Egg Yolk Butter Cream Cupcake that topped it off was out of this world.

“I also make an egg white cupcake, that’s healthier and more stable,” Holly said. Then she explained that “more stable” means “holds it’s shape better.”

And that’s something I’ll never forget.