Look what he’s gone and done:
Tim McGraw’s Spicy Jalapeno Fritos
Curious that there’s nothing about this on his website…
TimMcGraw.com *does*, however, have the scoop (ha — like Fritos, get it?) on his new fragrance:
“The packaging, from the bottle to the carton, was inspired by McGraw’s modern appeal with its uniquely shaped rectangular glass bottle.”
Truer words were spoken, eh?
Guess who got an internship at Martha Stewart Living.
I am totally tight with the folks at Gawker after Tuesday’s whole bowling thing…and so I was thrilled to see this:
In Which Thomas Friedman is Hit with a Pie
Apparently pieing has become popular for political purposes. Or at least that’s what it says here. (I’ve always thought of it as more Jack Tripper fare…)
This is sort of exciting, you know? I’ve never really used “pie” as a verb before…
Says one of my high school classmates who will potentially be reunioning with me at the Five Seasons Brewing Company in October:
“I got a new issue of Cooking Light yesterday and I think they had a revamped recipe for Sex in a Pan in there … but I couldn’t tell for sure … IT WAS definitely pudding with crust … and it sounded like Sex in a Pan, but it was named something lame like “Supreme Chocolate Delight” or something like that …I might have to try it out and see if it compares!”
Interesting timing! I assume everyone saw the pudding story in the NYT yesterday??
The best pudding I have had to date has to be the filling you make for chocolate cream pie in this recipe. I made it at Christmas even though no one wanted chocolate cream pie.
One of Alaska’s storied summertime wildflowers is fireweed – interesting because the buds change as the summer progresses…although I don’t remember whether it’s that the reddish-purplish color moves up the plant or down? It must be up.
In any event, when I was buying Kleenex this weekend, I found boxes of the CVS brand (so…okay…not actual Kleenex…but who says “tissues”?) with *fireweed* on it. I’ve never seen fireweed on this side of the U.S.-Canadian border! Imagine my surprise and delight!
(Also: In other news…guess who is *going* to Alaska in about a month. This person needs to escape the city for a bit…and was afraid she would not be able to in the period between graduation and gainful employment. Hurrah!)
I joined a foodie listserv for my dinner party project and now I get inundated with emails about all things food. It’s gotten to the point where I ignore a great many of them…but one recently caught my eye: it was a question about National Zucchini Bread Day. Apparently there is some discrepancy on the Web…with sites claiming both April 23 and April 25. I don’t know which one is right…but I certainly thought the holiday itself was worth mentioning.
Perhaps they should split the difference and celebrate on April 24?
Filed under bread, holidays
Thanks to a very generous classmate (happy birthday, Alex!), I went to a Prairie Home Companion this weekend. And you know how they do the fake ads? Well…it must have been kismet, because they did Bee-Bop-A-Ree-Bop Rhubarb Pie.
Says Wikipedia: Be-Bop-A-Re-Bop Rhubarb Pie and Be-Bop-A-Re-Bop Frozen Rhubarb Pie Filling. (“One little thing can revive a guy, and that is a piece of rhubarb pie / Serve it up, nice and hot / Maybe things aren’t as bad as you thought. Momma’s little baby loves rhubarb rhubarb, Be-Bop-A-Re-Bop Rhubarb Pie” — to the tune of “Shortnin‘ Bread“. This is usually sung following a sound-effect-enhanced tale of woe and immediately followed by “Wouldn’t this be a great time for a piece of rhubarb pie? Yes, nothing gets the taste of shame and humiliation out of your mouth quite like Bebopareebop Rhubarb Pie.”)
Yes, that’s me…*exactly* one year ago as I prepared to head to the airport in that Lincoln Continental with my 60-pound suitcase full of pie supplies…
I don’t even think I really look like that anymore…I certainly have a different purse (the Ugly Betty one…that my mother confessed she *also* bought before visiting me and we had to walk around the city with matching purses…and which is apparently *also* a favorite of one of the adjuncts at Columbia)…and my hair isn’t as long…and I’m in J-school and I totally don’t care about mutual funds anymore (likely at the detriment of my own retirement, but at this point it seems like I will be paying off student loans forever, so retirement is kind of a pipe dream anyway). And what would I do without Carmen and the rest of my wonderful classmates?? I had no idea they even *existed* at this point last year!
I certainly haven’t made as many pies this year as last (although I still have apples that were supposed to go into a pie for the Deceptively Delicious dinner party and which will now go into a pie for the Big, Bad Brooklyn BBQ), it’s certainly been a remarkable year! But, before I go totally overboard (I’ve always said that someday I will OD on nostalgia), I give you Schwan’s official account:
Nation’s Bakers Face Off to Decide America’s Best Pie This Week
New and noteworthy:
“When asked which TV Mom would bake the best pie, Carol Brady of The Brady Bunch won by a landslide 40 percent, followed by Claire Huxtable (22 percent), Bree Van de Camp (16 percent), Debra Barone from Everybody Loves Raymond (13 percent) and Marge Simpson (8 percent).”
(I kicked off the celebration of my one-year pie contest anniversary by downloading the song, “Apple, Peaches, Pumpkin Pie,” by Jay and the Techniques…)