Fuck Emeril

vella_ms said:
with only the finest dijon and ketchups available.
;)

i have a hankering for bare naked ladies now.

So do I but preferably naked and cherry whipped cream clad. Dijon for rimming is just like ... GROSS.
 
Not to hijack the thread, or anything... :rolleyes:

but are pizelles the same as anise cookies?
My paternal grandmother used to make those. They are really hard and chewy, and yo u can see the anise seeds in them, but they are made with some kind of a press that makes the top of them square and smooth, with holiday-type things imprinted on them, like a holly leaf or a stocking. I think they were dusted with powdered sugar. If you didn't chip a tooth biting into one, you'd still risk rotting a molar from the bits that would get stuck in your teeth. What a cookie!

Anyway, my Grandmother died years ago. But last year my Dad found the kind of press that makes them on the Internet somewhere, and so we had anise cookies again!
 
lilredjammies said:
Shang, that was an absolutely wonderful rant. I feel privileged to have read it.

*deep curtsy*

I am delighted to have obliged in any way. *bows*

*sneaky upward nuzzles from the down-bowing position* ;)


vella_ms said:
im still rather shocked that you typed the word 'fuck'...how outlandish!
such a passe word being typed by hooves better suited to type in a fine vocabulary...

;) That's why one polishes and refines one's vocabulary, dearest and most beautiful, superbly trascendent Vella. When one requires a special and profoundly bitter, crude, and blunt emphasis, it does stand out. :D


Huckleman2000 said:
but are pizelles the same as anise cookies?
My paternal grandmother used to make those. They are really hard and chewy, and yo u can see the anise seeds in them, but they are made with some kind of a press that makes the top of them square and smooth, (...) If you didn't chip a tooth biting into one, you'd still risk rotting a molar from the bits that would get stuck in your teeth. What a cookie!

It doesn't sound to me like they are the same. Pizzelles are often flavored with anise, but they are light and crisp and not at all chewy or tough. They are typically round and have a grid-like or flower-like pattern embossed onto them by the press. They are delicate things, like very, very thin, crisp waffles.

Shanglan
 
BlackShanglan said:
It doesn't sound to me like they are the same. Pizzelles are often flavored with anise, but they are light and crisp and not at all chewy or tough. They are typically round and have a grid-like or flower-like pattern embossed onto them by the press. They are delicate things, like very, very thin, crisp waffles.

Shanglan

Ahh, they sound exquisite! A former girlfriend's Mom used to make lefse and related confections - what you describe seems more akin to those than my Grandma's anise cookies.

Regardless, imprinting such a post-modern "branding" element on what is clearly an heirloom-type recipe smacks of either a misunderstanding of their audience's attraction to Emeril's appeal, or a gross overreach.

It won't appease the immediate need, Shang, but I encourage you to search for the "right" utensil online.

I'm all for family holiday traditions being passed on, even (especially?) in non-traditional families. It seems to be harder and harder to do it, but those are the sorts of acts that bind children or other close relatives to the idea of family and tradition, and those basic roots are essential. Connections with ancestors, I think, are a civilizing force.
 
Huckleman2000 said:
Connections with ancestors, I think, are a civilizing force.

I like that thought, and all the more for the memory of my most recent visit to my grandmother, who had stacks of tins in her closet filled with pizzelles.

Shanglan
 
BlackShanglan said:
I like that thought, and all the more for the memory of my most recent visit to my grandmother, who had stacks of tins in her closet filled with pizzelles.

Shanglan

Those sorts of things are so important. It makes you consider the older people as humans, not some abstract 'generation' whose outdated attitudes need to be overcome!, or preserved!. My Grandma was sort of a secondary player in my mind, until my Grandpa died. Then she seemed to blossom. She wore loud outfits, and took bus tours to see shows in big cities, like Liberace!. I think her last years were some of the most rewarding of her life. She spoke glowingly of Liberace's 'protege', and their spectacular duets. I don't know if she knew he was queer or not, but I kind of think she'd reached either the age or the enlightenment where she really didn't care about it. The music was good, the costumes were spectacular, the banter was clever, and it was a live performance, not something on TV.

Having a close relationship with someone who has had a completely different sociallizing experience is valuable. I'm sure my Grandma had all sorts of anachronistic attitudes towards all sorts of issues - but knowing that she made those cookies every year puts a human face on some of the incomprehensible attitudes of previous generations, and you have to look at their life experiences to try and reconcile some crazy ideas with someone in the line what begat you. You don't have to excuse the negative things, but it may help to understand them. and it helps to understand yourself.
 
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