Bubble, Bubble, It's No Trouble
The following is a verbatim account of the conversation earlier this afternoon among Sweeney, Tom Cat-Jones and Dash. The subject? It was free-ranging.
Sweeney: We have fresh Georgia peaches, just brought in from the Georgia/Florida border, and a request: peach pie.
Dash: What's going on? Gimlet and Sam made a batch of Katharine Hepburn's brownies the other day, and then Doggie Dad made another batch. It's August in Florida. There are limits...
Sweeney: Paul Newman.
Tom Cat-Jones: Understood.
Dash: What?
Sweeney: Paul. He's married to Joanne Woodward, and she's from Thomasville, Georgia. That's where the peaches came from.
Tom Cat-Jones: Gotcha. No limits. The man knows no limits.
Sweeney: Tennessee Williams.
Tom Cat-Jones: Cats on hot, tin roofs.
Dash: Libation. Peach brandy. Booze.
Sweeney: Stir the eight skinned peaches, thinly sliced, and the cup of sugar with the five tablespoons of quick tapioca and the tablespoon freshly grated nutmeg. It has to be a tablespoon, mind you. Then squeeze in a lemon and maybe two tablespoons of blueberry vinegar. I suppose you could use raspberry, which would bring it closer to a peach melbalike taste. Don't forget the tablespoon of cold, unsalted butter, cut into bits.
Tom Cat-Jones: You're pouring that in a pie crust? This is a double-crust, deep-dish pie, I hope.
Sweeney: It is. It's a no-holds-barred peach pie. It's a pie that Hud would appreciate.
Dash: It's a cool pie.
Sweeney: It's cool because we're buying the pie crust (thank you, Dough Boy) and saving ourselves a lot of trouble ...
Tom Cat-Jones: ... which is Hud's middle name.
Sweeney: Yes. Put all that in a bowl, as we've done, mix, and pour into that pie crust. Cover said pie with remaining crust.
Dash: How about some egg wash for that? And think of something special for any raw pie crust you've trimmed. Paul would like that.
Sweeney: Something special for Paul, then.
Tom Cat-Jones: Place on a parchment-covered baking sheet ... Pop into that pre-heated, as hot as Paul Newman oven.
Dash: That would be 425 degrees, for 10 minutes. After that, lower to 375 and bake for 40 to 50 minutes.
Sweeney: He's hot and cool at the same time. And full of morals. An anomaly.
Tom Cat-Jones: Far, far, cooler than Jack Nicholson.
Dash: Oh, out of his orbit. Far cooler.
Sweeney: This brings us to ... Paul and dogs.
Dash: He's owned wire fox terriers. Perfect breed for him. Not that anyone "owns" a wire fox terrier, but if they could be owned, he'd be the one to own them.
Tom Cat-Jones: I love pie, as long as it's not cat pie.
Sweeney: This is a peach pie, made by two dogs and a cat, and inspired by Paul Newman. It doesn't get better than that.
Chorus: Here's to you, Paul!
Wow guys, I can dive right into that pie!
- Smitty Grant
Posted by: Smitty | August 11, 2008 at 08:30 AM
You sure there are no cats in that pie? That would make a foul old dictator very happy, especially after the kick in the pants I just got from Alexander Solzhenitzen.
Posted by: Josef Stalin | August 11, 2008 at 09:45 PM
Smitty, the peach pie is excellent. Joseph Stalin, nice to see they named a rose after you.
Posted by: Sam | August 11, 2008 at 10:38 PM
Wow!!Wow!!Wow!! funny..lol..Nice to see the peach pie..http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrSTQDVc0tc Missed ur post dese dayz but not from now..Keep posting all such exciting contents..interesting ...and splendid post..
Posted by: Dogs Pie | March 04, 2011 at 02:12 AM