#Yorica

[theparanoid]

Various Artists - Nu Yorica! Culture Clash In New York City: Experiments In Latin Music 1970-77

(1996 compilation, 2015 reissue)

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[Latin Jazz, Boogaloo, Salsa, Salsa dura, Latin Funk]

[smol-feralgremlin]

FebruarOC Day 3: Chanri

Chanri leaned against the inside of the doorway to the study, feeling the carved relief of twining vines pressing into his shoulder as he watched Ilia move around his study, wiggling his fingers as he looked over the towering bookshelves. Many of the books he appeared to be looking at were ones that he’d restored. Chanri remembered most of them as fragile and crumbling texts that Ilia had guarded fiercely after pulling them out of long forgotten places. Now they weren’t so fragile with new covers of dyed leathers and recopied pages.

“Are you certain of these plans of yours,” Chanri asked as Ilia muttered a few words and one of the books from a higher shelf floated down to him. 

“I’m certain of nothing,” Ilia replied as he carried the book, more of a thick tome than a normal sized book, to his desk. He waved his hand at the window while muttering another sentence to himself and the curtains opened to allow sunlight to flood in. “That way I can’t be surprised by anything that falls outside of certainty.”

“Don’t repeat my lessons back to me, whelp. I’ll toss you around a ring the same way I did when you were just a boy.”

“And I’ll just have to reintroduce you to dangling over my head again.”

Chanri snorted and Ilia looked up with a slight grin. All composure broke and Chanri had an answering grin of his own before he shook his head to regain it all back again. Damn was it hard to be stoic when he wanted to keep Ilia here in Yorica where he could keep an eye on him. The tall collar necklace of gold and mother of pearl Ilia wore rankled at Chanri. He hadn’t been there to protect Ilia from the wound he’d received that had caused him to start wearing such jewellery. Instead he’d been in here making sure any and all coup attempts were foiled before they got too much support from even the more passive of this pit of vipers Ilia called a court.

“I still don’t like you going off without me.”

“I’m long past my twentieth summer, Chanri.”

Right. He had been an adult according to Yorican customs for a few years now. But Chanri still saw the boy he had been when they’d met. All wide eyes, messy hair, and gangling limbs that only seemed to coordinate on accident instead of through any purposeful will. The boy was still there, locked behind numerous scars and shadowed eyes, only to come out on rare moments. This wasn’t one of those moments. As proud as Chanri was of Ilia, he still held bitterness for the world that had forced him into the serious young man he was now.

“Here.” Ilia spun the book so Chanri could read where he’d flipped the pages to. He tapped the left page. “This is the answer to a lot of my problems right now, I’m sure of it.”

Reading over the page quickly, Chanri frowned. This was the sort of thing Ilia was crawling through ruins for? Tales of the Fae Folk?

“I don’t think I understand.”

Ilia sighed as he sat back down in his chair. “Wildlings, Chanri. One human parent and one Fae parent. They’re supposed to be as connected to the land as their Fae parent, but not so bound by the rules that govern Fae behaviour.”

“You think there’s one of these Wildlings in Elsienfal,” Chanri asked, more than a little skeptical.

“I know there’s one there.” Ilia stood up abruptly and stalked to the window. “Everyone wants me to marry, then fine. I’ll marry.” He turned his head to Chanri. “King Hasryn oldest unmarried daughter happens to be illegitimate with an unknown mother. So I’ll be going to Elsienfal to end this war between our two countries and see if I can’t manage a betrothal while I’m over there.”

Chanri knew that spark in Ilia’s eyes. He wouldn’t be dissuaded from his plans now. 

“If she’s half as troublesome as you, I’m quitting.”

Ilia laughed for the first time in days.

[deepartnature]

Eddie Palmieri – Unfinished Masterpiece (1975)

“The Runners-Up is a monthly column, which we first tried in 2013, wherein we will analyze an album that isn’t the consensus first choice or most canonical title by a given artist, but is one worthy of more attention than it’s received to date. The album we’ll look at this month is…Eddie Palmieri‘s 1975 album, Unfinished Masterpiece. A vast number of musicians appear on Unfinished Masterpiece: on most tracks, Palmieri is joined by Victor Paz on trumpet, Barry Rogers on trombone, Peter Gordon on French horn, Tony Price on tuba, Lou Marini (’Blue Lou’ from the Blues Brothers band) on alto sax, Lou Orenstein on tenor sax, Mario Rivera on tenor and baritone saxes, Ronnie Cuber on baritone sax and flute, Alfredo de la Fe on violin, Andy Gonzalez on bass, Tommy Lopez Jr. on bongos, Eladio Perez and Jerry Gonzalez on congas, and Nicky Marrero on timbales. ...”

The Runners Up: Eddie Palmieri (Audio)

Discogs (Video)

YouTube: Unfinished Masterpiece   38:26

2014 March: Harlem River Drive - Harlem River Drive (1971), 2017 December: Nu Yorica: Culture Clash In New York City - Experiments in Latin Music 1970-77, 2018 December: Latin Underground Revolution: Swinging Boogaloo, Guaguanco, Salsa & Latin Funk from New York City 1967-1978, 2018 July: The Soul Of Spanish Harlem / El Barrio: Sounds from the Spanish Harlem Streets, 2022 January: East Harlem/Spanish Harlem/El Barrio

[chikadora]

My experience in GANAAN CHRISTIAN ACADEMY

Blog #3

My experience at Ganaan Christian Academy was very quiet and very challenging, then the teachers were very good at teaching and they taught with proper manners.

-yorica

[steakandcakerecords]

2015

MY FAVORITE LOCAL MUSIC Little Cake- Good 2 Eachother Alex Berkley- Welcome to Jamestown (Day 9) Jamie & The Debt- Choke Newish Star- Mixmaster Hot Tip- Fiction BEST SONGS Homeshake- Heat Harvey- Moonlight Taxidermist- Oldie Palm- Ankles No Problem- Cruise 2017 Jackie Charles- Birthday Song Wylie Something- Chinatown Bus Palehound- Easy The Foetals- Fine Freddie Nunez- Spacing Alice Bowman- Be Mine (Jakko mix) The Furniture- Yr Cards Really Big Pinecone- Adult BEST MUSIC VIDEOS Show Me The Body- Vernon feat. Wiki Juan Wauters- I’m All Wrong Hundred Visions- Our Ritual OTHER FAVORITES Kamasi Washington- The Epic Thad Jones- The Magnificent Thad Jones Wilco- Star Wars Nu Yorica!: Culture Clash in New York City 1970-77 Lushes- What Am I Doing? Bad Noids- Yield Side

[kimi-eats-gluten-free]

L O N D O N  //  Raspberry & vanilla froyo with strawberries, blueberries and star sprinkles from YORICA in Soho. The perfect ending to any shopping trip in Oxford street.🍦💕

If I’m completely honest, as someone who can and does eat dairy I’ve always found their ice creams nice but nothing compared to the ‘real thing’. But their froyo THOUGH. It’s so good. I love it and love the huge selection of toppings and sprinkles. If you’re struggling to pick between the two, personally I say froyo all the way. 👌 P.S.: and for those who don’t know, Yorica is not only 100% gluten free, but also dairy/egg/nut/peanut free.

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[adventure-sofar]

Photography by adventuresofar.tumblr.com

[bananas-for-breakfast]

SOHO Guide For Vegans

The Soho list will always change and grown as a timeless spot in London that’s forever evolving, and with that comes one of London's largest vegan food scenes. As the capital's most popular district filled with pubs, bars, and restaurants tucked away in the side streets off busy Oxford Street, Soho is the perfect spot for restauranteurs to play with meat free meals and free-from desserts. Lets hope they stay as those who remember Top Dog and it's omni menu with everything as a vegan option, know how disappointing it is to watch one of your favourite places to eat vanish!

Yorica

Yorica’s menu just keeps on giving.  As vegan options continue to appear on menus, I often find myself disappointed when I get to the end of a meal with that desire for something sweet. Based on Wardour Street in the centre of Soho, Yorica has become my favourite place to pop to for a late evening frozen yoghurt treat. Yorica is open till 10pm (and till midnight Thursday – Saturday!) serving frozen yoghurt, ice cream and now waffles and crepes. All of which are free from, gluten, nuts, dairy and eggs. The frozen yoghurt offers a resemblance to childhood Mr Whippy ice creams with a choice of 4 flavours. We recommend you mix two together to experience as much as you can.

We like to order chocolate fro-yo + caramel in a classic tub with added chocolate chips. Don’t hold back on the free rainbow letter and confetti heart sprinkles either !

A classic size fro-yo of up to two flavours will cost £3.95 Which we recommend being hungry for!

130 Wardour Street, W1F 8ZN, London

Mildreds

In Mildreds we trust. This informal town house restaurant radiates charm as you approach the blue fronted building. The no booking policy is often made clear as a small huddle of people wait to be seated upon your arrival. This is the perfect time to grab a drink from the bar (granted you can get to it as this town house quickly becomes full) and look over the menu.

For people who have recently started to eat a plant based diet, or for those wanting to take omini friends for a vegan meal to show them it’s not all about salad, Mildreds ticks all the boxes.

This homely setting matched with unintimidating menu created a friendly setting to try new foods.

With main meals starting from £8 Mildreds works well as a lunch spot, or for evening meals if you want to have time to try the chocolate and hazelnut brownie with salted caramel sauce and ice cream (which is also Gluten free!)

With takeaway options as well Mildreds also has 2 other locations in London.

We recommend the Sri Lankan sweet potato and green bean curry with roasted lime cashews, pea basmati rice and coconut tomato sambal or a classic smoked tofu burger.

45 Lexington street, Soho, London, W1F 9AN

Monday to Saturday: 12pm - 11pm

Jerusalem Falafel

Feeding Falafel to Soho since 2011 Jerusalem Falafel is fully vegan, generous on its portion sizes and everything is made right in front of you. The £5 Rocket Wrap at Jerusalem will fill you up no questions asked. The queue starts early but if you get caught in one, it’ll move quickly.

If you're someone who enjoys speedy service and getting more for your money they are definitely worth a visit. Just be prepared to eat on the go or find a quiet step somewhere to fully appreciate this beast.

Berwick St, Soho W1F 0QP

 Dum Biryani

A small menu for a quaint location situated behind deep blue doors illuminated by neon, Dum Biryani opens out into a quirky tiled room.

The menu states just as many vegetarian dishes as it does meat dishes but none are labelled exclusively vegan.

To be sure their website advises ‘to phone 48 hours’ in advance if you want to make a vegan request

Everything is cooked from scratch, we recommend the Seasonal Veg. Biryani (minus the yoghurt) and the Kala Chana Masala.

Dum Biryani is a great spot for eating with omni friends where you can enjoy a meal exactly the same as theirs and not be that vegan one in the corner with a meal completely different to the rest of the party. Great for socialising.

187B Wardour Street, London, W1F 8ZB

Veggie Pret

No new news to Londoners but always a useful place to have in the back of your mind if visiting, Veggie Pret has expanded it’s range yet again and is staying put in Soho.

Now you can expect to find - vegan mac & greens , vegan brownies and sweet potato falafel & beets veggie boxes.

A great place to grab an almond hot chocolate while on the go and a chocolatey coconut bite which kept me going while there wasn’t as many vegan options as we have now!

Everything is so well labeled you can eat with confidence.

35 BROADWICK STREET, LONDON, W1F 0DH

[dazzlingmermaid]

Waffles with vanilla and matcha fro-yo with caramel syrup and popcorn and sprinkles topping. #yorica #vegan #plantbased #plantbaseddiet #raw #froyo #waffles #soho #london #instalike #instafollow #sprinkles

[justidling]

Vegan raspberry froyo topped with raspberries, strawberries, vegan sprinkles, and soy brownie bites, Yorica!, London 😍😍🍓

[beatlebel]

Salted caramel, peanut butter and cookies and cream.. 🤤 The salted caramel is usually my favorite but last time it was a bit too salty �� Hopefully it'll be back to normal next time 🤞🏻 Have you ever had the @yoricamoments froyo or ice cream? What's your favorite flavor? 🍨 (at Yorica)

[the-neon-hunter]

Y is for Yay. 🤸‍♀️👯✨#friyay #friday #yay #yorica #froyo #glutenfree #freefrom #treats #soho #london #food #foodies #blogger #project #wordssearching #tumblr #insta #the_neon_hunter #LEPhotography #photography #iphoneography #outandabout #neon #signage #wardourstreet #bringonthebankholiday #sunshine (at Yorica)

[smol-feralgremlin]

FebruarOC Day 9: Ilia

We are pretending I did this on time

Ilia found solutions to his problems.

After their father died, his brothers locked him in a small isolated castle so they could keep him out of the way as they waged a civil war against each other over who got to be Sultan next. 

In that castle he prayed to Chiador for help while roaming the halls and rooms. There he found a small forgotten library, and within were hidden texts of a heretical, pagan nature. They were written in a language he understood though, and so he did. Within the aging pages that would’ve crumbled in a less careful hand than his, he learned of a nearby temple to an old god. One that was known to help all and sundry. After three days of thinking over what he’d learned over, mulling over acting on this knowledge and the consequences that would result, he started pilfering sheets and scarves from any and all linen closets and chests. The final step was cutting curtains down. He escaped the castle and disappeared into the countryside with a group of attendants loyal to him, and him alone. 

Weeks later he swore an oath to Baz, the old god of the temple, and Baz promised to share his power.

Mercenaries tried to attack Ilia and his small group as he set out to gain supporters and take on his brothers. In a show of what he could manage at the time, he had them hanging by their ankles from the trees and made them swear to serve and support him. Chanri Harrowhawk had been at Ilia’s side since.

As the third son, Ilia had spent his childhood preparing to enter a monastery at the age of fourteen and eventually become a priest to Chiador. He hadn’t learned the skills his older brothers had as the “heir and spare”. So he’d approached Chanri to teach him how to fight. Others had joined in on giving him lessons. He was now an accomplished swordsman, had a decent grasp on other weapons, and could fight from horseback.

When he finally quashed the civil war his brothers had caused, Ilia had considered simply making them high-ranking court officials. That was until those loyal to his brothers had tried to start an uprising against him. Once stamped out, he had to consider his next move. He simply couldn’t have them killed, they were his brothers and even if they had caused him nothing but misery for three years, he just couldn’t do it. He still felt a sort of love for them. So he banished them. It was the kindest solution he could come up with. And one he still stood by to this very day. The petitions to reconsider the banishment made for excellent bedding in the aviary of his beloved birds once the papers piled up enough to annoy him and he shredded them.

The Chiadoran Order refused to name him as Sultan when he took the throne at sixteen. No matter how much he argued with the three Enlightened Priests, they staunchly refused to crown him as his forefathers had been crowned. They wanted to renounce Baz and return to the light, as they put it. Something Ilia had refused to do, still refused to do. So he turned to history and from the pages of his forefathers he chose an appropriate title and crowned his own damn self. 

Emir Ilia Endric, a fitting title for a warrior monarch.

And a warrior monarch he had been and still was. It seemed as if every country saw Yorica as nothing more than a plump partridge they could poach to add to their own kingdoms, weakened by civil war and with a boy on the throne. In time they all learned their mistake. He may have been raised for monastery life, but he’d cut his teeth on war and had been living on the edge of a blade since the beginning of his teenage years. 

He took the gryphon, an ancient symbol of ferocity, vigilance, and valour, as his emblem and laid into those who thought they could claim his country as theirs. Thus, the Witch King of Yorica was born, as his confidence in the power he wielded grew and he used it more and more in battle.

The coups and uprisings supplied plenty of men who needed to be dealt with once Ilia squashed them. He sent them to the front lines. 

The first assassin that was ever sent to kill him tried to cut his throat. So did a few of the next ones. Ilia commissioned his jewellers and metalworkers to work together to create collar like gorgets that were functional as armour, but ornamental enough to be seen as nothing more than a piece of jewellery meant to show off. An assassin that tried to cut his throat in his sleep had Ilia wearing silk and leather gorgets in his sleep.

Those who he won against were allowed to keep their countries. Ilia wasn’t interested in expanding his borders or creating an empire. Instead he forced them to supply him with men to replenish his troops, as well as replenish his supplies, negotiated trade agreements, and nosed around before wrangling a “special favour” out of each country.

His magic relied on him having knowledge of an ancient language, and Baz refused to teach it to him. Instead Baz instructed Ilia to seek out places that would hold texts containing the language, and the spells that the people who’d once commanded the language used them for. So he searched the conquered countries for the knowledge he needed.

Each defeated country. Each new bit of language and consequent mastery over his magic. Each time another country declared war on him. Each coup was defeated. Each uprising quashed. Each assassination foiled. Each and every fucking decision he made.

The Witch King of Yorica was no longer a weak boy king to the wider world. He became a warmongering, ruthless, and bloodthirsty tyrant.

Ilia spent hours looking over his dying country as crops shrivelled during times of good rain and sun. Trees that had spent decades producing abundant fruit instead produced shrivelled and blackened attempts at fruit while their leaves became mottled with a sickly brown and the bark of their trunks and branches grew grey and lifeless. Livestock grew thin and quiet. Streams and creeks that had once teemed with fish and mussels simply became nothing more than channels of running water.

This problem had been a problem since before his father died. But it was his problem now.

Looking out across the sea to a shore he pretended he could see through the haze that dispersed as the sun burned it off as he leaned against the mast, he gently patted the head of an injured cliff swallow he’d found on his way down and wrapped in a bit of muslin.

Ilia found solutions to his problems.

[deepartnature]

East Harlem “El Barrio”

“... Little Italy, Spanish Harlem, El Barrio. East Harlem runs from 96th St up to 143rd St from the east side of Fifth Avenue to the Harlem River. ... It was Manhattan’s first Little Italy and the political base for legendary New York Mayor Fiorello La Guardia. The Italian community largely moved on in the 1980s. The Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel and the Dancing of the Giglio are remnants of Italian East Harlem.  Part of East Harlem became ‘Spanish Harlem’ after World War 1 (1914-1918). ... Like most of New York City, El Barrio was a tough neighborhood in the 1970s. But it also birthed community movements as young people turned from running gangs to running social programs. ...”

East Harlem “El Barrio”

2011 November: Charlie Palmieri, 2014 October: Fania at Fifty, 2017 December: Nu Yorica: Culture Clash In New York City - Experiments in Latin Music 1970-77, 2018 December: Latin Underground Revolution: Swinging Boogaloo, Guaguanco, Salsa & Latin Funk from New York City 1967-1978, 2017 June: Eddie Palmieri - Unfinished Masterpiece (1976), 2018 July: The Soul Of Spanish Harlem / El Barrio: Sounds from the Spanish Harlem Streets, 2011 June: Mario Bauzá, 2017 June: Rhythm & Power: Salsa in New York, 2012 February: Rubén Blades, 2017 December: Carlos Vera: Barcelona's Boogaloo: Mixes and Mashups, 2019 April: An NYC Mambo, Boogaloo and Salsa Family Tree, 2021 February: Fania Records, 2022 January: East Harlem/Spanish Harlem/El Barrio

Mural in El Barrio East Harlem, NYC at 1645 Lexington at 104th St 

[defoodma]

spent a lot of money here. Probably shouldn’t due to being full for the rest of the day but it was very good. 

[veganyoginis]

Spring in London equals vegan fro-yo @yoricamoments 😏🍧🌸 (på/i Yorica)