Posts filed under ‘Fine Food’
A woman sued Cap’n Crunch, or rather Quaker Oats, on the basis that Crunchberries are not actual fruit!
The blog I linked to has a fantastic line:
Judge England also noted another federal court had “previously rejected substantially similar claims directed against the packaging of Fruit Loops [sic] cereal, and brought by these same Plaintiff attorneys.” He found that their attack on “Crunchberries” should fare no better than their prior claims that “Froot Loops” did not contain real froot.
I tried to grow a froot tree once.
On a similar note, this is an interesting article about the history of Grape Nuts, which are neither grape nor nuts. It’s actually…BREAD. Burned, dried, smashed bread. It makes you manly too.
Has Grape Nuts ever been sued as was the Cap’n? I don’t know, but in posing the question on Instapundit, Ann Althouse prompted this historical bit from Eugene Volokh. Coca-Cola was sued for not actually containing significant amounts of coca, as in the plant from which cocaine is derived. From the Circuit Court’s 1914 opinion:
‘The use of a compound name does not necessarily * * * indicate that the article to which the name is applied contains the substances whose names make up the compound. Thus, soda water contains no soda; the butternut contains no butter; cream of tartar contains no cream; nor milk of lime any milk. Grape fruit is not the fruit of the grape; nor is bread fruit the fruit of bread; the pineapple is foreign to both the pine and the apple; and the manufactured food known as Grape Nuts contains neither grapes nor nuts.‘ …
We conclude that the name Coca Cola as applied to plaintiff’s product, while undoubtedly suggestive, is not so substantially and really deceptive as to invalidate the registered mark.
It’s the pause that refreshes.
It is a very special holiday… a HOLE-liday!
This blog exists, largely, because of donuts. The two founding members of this blog were also the founding members of Team Kreme, camping out to hail in the first Krispy Kreme in Utah Valley. Tonight JL and Sara Francis are both in my heart.
Please, in the comments share your favorite donut establishments around this fine globe…
I’ll start out.
Krispy Kreme – the original glaze (a classic)
Dunkin Donuts – Boston Kreme (the worst thing about California is the lack of Dunkins when you really need them)
It may be presumptuous to claim that anybody who sees these wants these. But it’s true. (It’s far less presumptuous than Kate Gosselin of Jon & Kate Plus 8 claiming that everybody wants her parrot hair do).
Without further ado, a little recipe for anyone who needs to a) win the grand prize at a cookie contest b) make amends with someone or c) take a break from job applications.
Peanut Butter Brownie Cookies
Pillsbury Bake-Off Finalist, 2004
1 box traditional fudge brownie mix
1/4 cup butter, melted
4 oz. cream cheese, softened
1 cup powdered sugar
1 cup creamy peanut butter
1/2 container (1 lb. size) chocolate fudge ready-to-spread frosting
1. Heat oven to 350. In medium bowl, beat brownie mix, melted butter, cream cheese and egg 50 strokes with spoon until well blended (dought will be sticky).
2. Onto ungreased cookie sheets, drop dough by rounded tablespoonfuls 2 inches apart to make 24 cookies; smooth edge of each to form round cookie.
3. In small bowl, mix powdered sugar and peanut butter with spoon until mixture forms a ball. With hands, roll rounded teaspoonfuls into 24 balls. Lightly press 1 ball into center of each ball of dough.
4. Bake 10 to 14 minutes or until edge are set. Cool cookies on cookie sheets at least 30 minutes.
5. Remove cooled cookies from cookie sheets. Spread thin layer of frosting over peanut butter portion of each cooled cookie.
These creations are so potent that no one has ever been able to eat more than two in one sitting. Consider that a challenge…
In my conversations with people about a certain rogue I argue that the most effective regulation is occuring as we speak, in the form of individuals making adjustments to the way they think and behave; in other words, Self-Regulation.
As argued in today’s Wall Street Journal, that mechanism does not discriminate as to the industries affected. The precipitous fall of The Peanut Corporation are a cautionary tale, but also a helpful one for believers in realistic and effective regulation:
Other proposals would aim to trace food on every step of its journey of growing, sorting, processing, distributing and mixing on the way to grocery stores and pantries. But it’s nuts to think any kind of reasonable inspection regime can make the food supply safer than it already is. Taxpayers can’t afford to hire enough inspectors to guarantee the safety of the entire food chain. Meanwhile, such a regime will raise costs for law-abiding companies and consumers.
The best food-safety enforcement tool is the one now being wielded against PCA and Mr. Parnell in the form of corporate self-destruction. Their fate should be chastening to any company inclined to play fast and loose — and will do more to enforce food safety standards than any army of inspectors.
As always, IRF remains steadfast in its advocacy of quality products.
It only comes but once a year. Every other time in my home, I try to offer delicious and tasteful food. But on Superbowl Sunday, there is no tolerance for class. Tasty, but NEVER tasteful. That’s right, this year was my 2nd Annual Tacky Superbowl Party, and we outdid ourselves, and the improvements were more than just my TV!
How do you THROW a tacky superbowl party?
Start with balloons. Add a couple mylar, if possible. Crepe paper also decked every doorway, naturally.
On the menu? Bacon flavored easy cheese. Bagel Bites. Jose Ole Mini Tacos. Mini Corndogs (one guest said “they went down so smooth”). And the piece de resistance? A guacamole dip football stadium. It was something special
Has there ever been a plate, in the history of time, that has the same items on it? Bagel bite, meatballs, velveeta/chili dip, pig in a blanket, 7-layer brownie, and, naturally, a twinkie. The man holding this plate was the eating MVP, BY FAR. He declared this to be one of his Top 10 Nights EVER. He also said, “If I die tonight, please know that I die a happy man.”
You should probably be buying flights to San Francisco for my party next year. It’ll be a fête.
I do normally eat lunch at Costco. Pizza, soda, churro for like 18 cents. How can you go wrong? I especially love the days when the churros come fresh out of the industrial sized oven. I like watching each individual churro get tossed in a vat of cinnamon sugar. I think it should be sinnamon. Anyways. Today in line with three of my homies, an objectively charming young lass walked up behind us. She was apparently quite fetching to the single men. One found her so magnetizing that he was drawn across the food court and compelled to confess to her…
“I don’t normally do this in line at Costco.”
He then handed her his card, courteously supplying her with his cellular number and email address. One of my friends burst out laughing and asked her what she thought as the guy walked away. She raised her wedding band and replied, “It helps to have a husband.”
And if I know this type of bold boy like I think I do, he’s asking himself, “Yeah, but is she that married?”
As we prepare for the biggest food day of the year, it’s important to know where to look for the best food inspiration. Gwyneth Paltrow, actress in such critically acclaimed movies such as Hush and View From the Top, has launched a weekly e-newsletter called GOOP. The tagline is “nourish the inner aspect.” Fashion sense and soul, perhaps, could be nourished by GP, but certainly not body. As the old adage goes, never trust a skinny chef.
While ensuring a good dose of fiber and certainly well-intentioned, her Buckwheat and Banana pancakes pale in comparison to what some of her heftier cohorts in the field produce. Do you doubt for a moment the joy of sinking your teeth into Paula Deen’s hashbrown breakfast, french toast casserole or breakfast burrito? Or even question whether Ina Garten’s breakfast bread pudding is good for you?
Some areas are best left to the professionals.