Nightlight, an ongoing project of Flux Factory “explores creative uses of the sun” at the Bed-Stuy Community Garden. Flux Factory has teamed up with New York Restoration Project to install an oven that cooks food solely with the power of the sun. For three Tuesdays in July, a different chef or team of cooks, chosen by the Nighlight crew, will prepare a free meal. And don’t expect hot dogs and corn. Past meals have included dehydrated kumquats, beef tongue, and fresh ricotta cheese.
Each dinner is accompanied by some form of entertainment. The next to last Tuesday in July, Nightlight will incorporate a solar-panel workshop into the menu of pork shoulder and vegetables, both served by a local solar educator, Cynthia Tomasini.
Events start at 7pm except for July 21, which starts at 6:30pm.
Nightlight, an ongoing project of Flux Factory “explores creative uses of the sun” at the Bed-Stuy Community Garden. Flux Factory has teamed up with New York Restoration Project to install an oven that cooks food solely with the power of the sun. For three Tuesdays in July, a different chef or team of cooks, chosen by the Nighlight crew, will prepare a free meal. And don’t expect hot dogs and corn. Past meals have included dehydrated kumquats, beef tongue, and fresh ricotta cheese.
Each dinner is accompanied by some form of entertainment. The next to last Tuesday in July, Nightlight will incorporate a solar-panel workshop into the menu of pork shoulder and vegetables, both served by a local solar educator, Cynthia Tomasini.
Events start at 7pm except for July 21, which starts at 6:30pm.
Steel drum performers Jahlani Roberts, Khuent Rose, and Matthew Best at Bed-Stuy Community Garden (Photo: Nightlight)
Last Tuesday night, the Bed-Stuy Community Garden was a bit livelier than usual. Passersby craned their necks to see what was popping underneath the racket of steel drums. But George, the omnipresent senior presiding over the spot was holding court per usual.
“Lock your bike!” he croaked at me. But his grumpy-old-man abruptness subsided into a smile when I approached him. “Pose for a photo,” he instructed me and another woman I’d never seen before. Without hesitation she gripped my shoulder and smiled big into George’s iPhone. “That’s it!” George howled with laughter.
