Don’t touch that. Just don’t! Because I said so. Now you’re rubbing your eye. Now you’re sneezing and crying. BECAUSE, DUMMY. It’s not cinnamon – it’s cayenne pepper. I told you not to touch it. It’s going into my next set of pies. Specifically, I’m whisking it into the flour before I cut the fat into the crust.
You can’t see it but it’s in there. There’s cayenne pepper and cinnamon. It’s mostly invisible – like Mary Kate Olsen. Or Ashley. Whichever is the one who doesn’t ever eat.
OH? Both of them? Really?
Do you KNOW that, or are you just spreading rumors?
Then shut up, this is my blogging time.
I was asked to another fancy party, and I’m making a pie. What’s going on with my calendar this holiday season? Not that I’m complaining. It beats ringing in the new year with the Sissor Sisters at Metropolitan Bar. No, I’m totally excited to go to the home of a well connected Asian American Broadway Legend and TV star. Look, I’m not going to spell it out for you, mostly because I forgot to ask permission to use his name on my website. But, piece it together, dummy.
So it’s going to be a Mexican Silk pie. I took the traditional French Silk recipe and made some minor changes. Along with the crust, laden with cinnamon and cayenne – I’m adding Smoked Hungarian Paprika to the chocolate filling. I want it to be smoky, chocolaty, and spicy – like a Mexican Hot Chocolate.
Once I had a ‘Mexican Hot Chocolate’ during spring break at South of the Border. You know what? I’m not going to tell that story right now, because I realize that I’m using the phrase euphemistically to describe a sex act with a certain equine barnyard animal. The point is, I’ll never take mushrooms again.
Also, if you see a half human, half donkey from Mexico looking for his father – you never met me. Got it?
There were no mushrooms in this pie, just chocolate, eggs, butter, and sugar. Lots and lots of sugar. And that Hungarian Paprika. I know, it sounds weird right? It was actually really good. Like, so so good. And you have to realize – there were wealthy New Yorkers there! You can’t serve them DINER FRENCH SILK PIE!!! You have to serve them something crazy that sounds like garbage, but is really quite elegant. There’s no cooking in NY anymore without being an insufferable foodie. Insufferable,I said. INSUFFERABLE!!!!! WELL THEN COME OUT OF THE BATHROOM AND SHUT THE SINK OFF, DUMMY.
Sheesh… Okay. So. This guy on the billboard?
This is Daniel K. Isaac.
He’s a nice guy. He’s the one that invited me to the party.
What? Yeah I GUESS he’s good looking, if you like tall dark and super cute.
I guess so? I never thought about it. Okay. Yes. He’s handsome. Anyway… YES. HE’S VERY GOOD LOOKING. CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION BACK PLEASE??? Lordy. You’re unfocused today.
Okay so I topped the pie with whipped cream, and white/dark chocolate fragments. It was supposed to look like confetti, for New Years. What? Yes, I suppose it was a little ‘on the nose.’ Thanks for pointing that out. Jerk.
On top of the confetti, I made pie crust ‘cookies.’ They’re covered with dark and white chocolate.
What? It’s an 11. Stop gaslighting me.
Gaslighting is a form of psychological abuse in which false information is presented to the victim with the intent of making them doubt their own memory and perception.
Oh yeah, this is Jon Norman Schneider. I know, super cute, right? I have to mention that he was a huge help with the pie, and designed the typography for the 11 that you were just being so snide about. What? I guess so… I never thought about it. Yeah, I guess he IS a hottie. Pay attention. YES. I AGREE. HE’S VERY GOOD LOOKING!!! CAN WE MOVE ON???
Sheesh… Jon is a talented actor and has ruined many shows up and down the east coast and really, all over the country. He continues to book film and tv work. Look for him in the upcoming Bryan Greenberg movie The Normals. He ruins it by playing a weirdo. (He doesn’t ruin anything – he’s great. AND hold on to your hats, ladies – he remains unmarried)
There were a lot of unmarried men at this party. A LOT. Do I have to draw you a picture?
Hm… Okay… When two men love each other very much, and have been dating for a significant amount of… never mind. Just leave it in the same head space as the Mexican Hot Chocolate comment.
I mean. Some of the people in this photo HAVE to be women, right?
Somewhere in there?
Okay. This blog entry is getting out of hand. I’m going to have to lay down the LAW with you guys AND establish some ORDER. What? I said I’m going to have to… just turn the sink off and come out of the bathroom, will you? No? Okay, then I’m not telling you whose party it was. No. I’m not. I’m ending the blog entry. Yes. I am.
Happy New Year, jerks!
TALK ABOUT HANDSOME!