I think it's Ok as long as you're not wearing shoes.
Am I right?
Gail
I think it's okay even if you got shoes ON ... but Gail ...
ain't you the one with the *cavity* problem?
If there's any carrot cake in there, with cream cheese icing,
send me a slice. That's my fave!
ing
Perhaps. But it is clear that if it's so, the cavity is *empty* right
now...
> If there's any carrot cake in there, with cream cheese icing,
> send me a slice. That's my fave!
I have the coffee on even as we speak...
--
Bob Pastorio
http://www.pastorio.com
Yes, it is acceptable.
It doesn't matter if you are wearing shoes or not.
--
Jenna Thomas-McKie
jth...@aug.edu
"We can think. We can reason. We can be better than we are."
- C. Eric Lincoln
Of course you are right. Then you pick up the phone and call Dominos.
Leo
Always.
What's a harpy (harpie)? I missed that lesson.
--Heather
--
"It's All About Me! (the column)"
http://www.serenebabe.com/
SereneBabe wrote:
>
> "GailSeery" <gail...@aol.com> wrote in message
> news:20020206171205...@mb-mm.aol.com...
> > is it considered acceptable to
> > get out of bed, back into your wheelchair and then eat all the dessert in
> the
> > fridge?
>
> Always.
>
> What's a harpy (harpie)? I missed that lesson.
>
> --Heather
FYI, everybody, Heather started a penis thread in another, completely
unrelated newsgroup. I think she should immediately be crowned Queen
Harpy. Is she good or what?
Stan
PS No one's paying any attention to my penis over there.
Bravo, Heather! I'm surprised you didn't post a yahoo ;-).
Jen
> Am I right?
No you are not right.
You will stay right there, in your place, where you were put.
--
Wayne
------------------------------------------------------------
"At a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act."
-George Orwell
------------------------------------------------------------
> gail...@aol.com (GailSeery) "wrote" <snort!> in
> news:20020206171205...@mb-mm.aol.com:
>
>> Am I right?
>
> No you are not right.
>
> You will stay right there, in your place, where you were put.
>
You, too. Fuck off, that is.
Geez. Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here? Where's that
fuckin' Head Harpy? Still making moo-eyes at Syko? Fuck.
--
gekko
You know how most packages say "Open here"? What is the protocol if
the package says, "Open somewhere else"?
Harpies do whatever they fuckin' well please. They don't
ask for no fuckin' permission, and they don't talk about
no fucking' *etiquette*. If you have to ask, you ain't.
Got that?
Now fuck off!
> Geez. Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here? Where's that
> fuckin' Head Harpy? Still making moo-eyes at Syko? Fuck.
I don't know why you insist on being so vulgar. You are in want of a good
bitch-slapping.
Besides, I thought the subject of this thread was "Eqipuette question for
herpies," and that's a horse of a different color.
: If you are alone in the house because your spouse has gone off
I notice those other than designated harpies have answered this. But
as Head Harpy, I know you'll pay the most attention to my response.
And my response is .......
Yes.
Ciao,
PJ
: You, too. Fuck off, that is.
:
: Geez. Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here?
: Where's that fuckin' Head Harpy? Still making moo-eyes at
: Syko? Fuck.
Head Harpy is right here, my friend. And would you please educamucate
Stan that he has no right to be designating any such thing as "Queen
Harpy"? I have that honor. Besides, he can't vote unless he's a harpy
too and he would never admit that.
Ciao,
HH
I love this woman.
Ciao,
HH
>Wayne Lutz is a Genius. gail...@aol.com (GailSeery) did not say
>that, but probably meant it when posting
>news:20020206171205...@mb-mm.aol.com:"
>
>> If you are alone in the house because your spouse has gone off
>> frolicking with other businessmen and were put to bed at 5pm, is
>> it considered acceptable to get out of bed, back into your
>> wheelchair and then eat all the dessert in the fridge?
>
>Harpies do whatever they fuckin' well please. They don't
>ask for no fuckin' permission, and they don't talk about
>no fucking' *etiquette*. If you have to ask, you ain't.
In fact, a real harpy would have her husband call up the service
company to have the fridge door re-hung.
Bill Penrose
SereneBabe wrote:
>
> "Stan (the Man)" <sk...@optonline.net> wrote...
> > SereneBabe wrote:
> [snip]
> > > What's a harpy (harpie)? I missed that lesson.
> >
> > FYI, everybody, Heather started a penis thread in another, completely
> > unrelated newsgroup. I think she should immediately be crowned Queen
> > Harpy. Is she good or what?
>
> PS No one's paying any attention to my penis over there.
Cretins. Here, otoh, your penis will receive all due attention, I'm
sure.
Stan
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayne!
Stan
You spelled "mutate Stan" wrong.
Belle
gekko wrote:
>
> Wayne Lutz is a Genius. gail...@aol.com (GailSeery) did not say
> that, but probably meant it when posting
> news:20020206171205...@mb-mm.aol.com:"
>
> > If you are alone in the house because your spouse has gone off
> > frolicking with other businessmen and were put to bed at 5pm, is
> > it considered acceptable to get out of bed, back into your
> > wheelchair and then eat all the dessert in the fridge?
> >
> > I think it's Ok as long as you're not wearing shoes.
> >
> > Am I right?
> >
> > Gail
> >
>
> Harpies do whatever they fuckin' well please. They don't
> ask for no fuckin' permission, and they don't talk about
> no fucking' *etiquette*. If you have to ask, you ain't.
>
> Got that?
>
> Now fuck off!
They were starting to back up on you, weren't they?
Stan
An Expert Writes:-
Many people hold the mistaken belief that not wearing shoes
whilst eating dessert is socially acceptable. In truth, it
constitutes a scandalous solecism, not at all alleviated by
being mounted in a wheelchair. Properly, one should wear a
good pair of black shoes, coordinated with white gloves and
white frilly bib. A hat, whilst not _de rigeur_ confers no
small measure of _elan_. There is free choice of cake fork
or runcible spoon, if of sterling silver. Another optional
accessory, once favoured by the nobility, is the Chundering
Bucket. Ingestion should proceed to completion. Dribbling
of fragments is deprecated, as too is nose-siphoning in the
event of being apprehended _in flagrante_ by spousal units.
I would have appended a thousand lines of URLs but regrettably
appear recklessly to have mislaid them, somewhere in the Net.
--
Andrew Stephenson
And this has to do with what, exactly?
> If there's any carrot cake in there, with cream cheese icing,
> send me a slice. That's my fave!
ing, ing, ing, ing, ing. If you ever want to make top Harpy status
you're going to have to learn that getting out of bed late at night
(with or without shoes - best without, slippers at most) to eat all
the dessert in the fridge should never, ever depend on the dessert
being "healthy". Dessert is dessert and if a Harpy gets out of bed to
eat all of it, it doesn't matter one damn bit if its carrot cake or
Sacher Torte.
(Anyway, she deserves it - all of it. She went to the dentist
yesterday, didn't she?)
(Can you believe Wayne's nerve? _Him_, telling *Gail* NO! Pffft!)
>If you are alone in the house because your spouse has gone off frolicking with
>other businessmen and were put to bed at 5pm, is it considered acceptable to
>get out of bed, back into your wheelchair and then eat all the dessert in the
>fridge?
Absolutely.
>
>I think it's Ok as long as you're not wearing shoes.
No shoes and you should be wrapped in one of those fuzzy polar fleece
bathrobes with cat sharks circling your chair awaiting their chance to
lick the dish clean of any evidence.
>
>Am I right?
>
>Gail
---
Merle Finch SAS Institute, Inc. Cary NC USA
Opinions expressed probably never reflect those of SAS Institute.
Absolutely. What's for dessert? It better not be one of those funky
treacle things.
> gekko <ba0go...@sneakemail.com> "wrote" <snort!> in
> news:Xns91ADB3852...@news.mbue.de:
>
> > Geez. Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here? Where's that
> > fuckin' Head Harpy? Still making moo-eyes at Syko? Fuck.
>
> I don't know why you insist on being so vulgar. You are in want of a good
> bitch-slapping.
>
> Besides, I thought the subject of this thread was "Eqipuette question for
> herpies," and that's a horse of a different color.
I only get that when my lips get sunburnt.
My penis received it's due attention over there in that other world. Thanks,
the man.
As for my Queen Harpyness -- I told my husband last night I was the Queen
Harpy (after he said a harpy was a winged evil beast, traditionally a
female) and began growling and talking in monster speak. It was fun.
Clearly, though, after reading this thread, there are other creatures much
more qualified for royal status in Harpydom. I'm glad to watch them frolic.
I'll just sit back and eat all the dessert out of the 'fridge with my shoes
on.
--Heather
>
> > I think it's okay even if you got shoes ON ... but Gail ...
> > ain't you the one with the *cavity* problem?
>
> And this has to do with what, exactly?
You know, that's almost exactly what I told my mom, back
when I was 16 or so and she caught me eating a slice of
lemon meringue pie in the kitchen one night, and she hit me
with the "cavity" problem.
When I asked her "what's that got to do with anything", she
pulled the rolling pin out of the drawer and I skittered
back up to bed.
Sorry ducks - wuz just old tapes playing in my head.
> > If there's any carrot cake in there, with cream cheese icing,
> > send me a slice. That's my fave!
>
> ing, ing, ing, ing, ing. If you ever want to make top Harpy status
Ha!
*top* harpy status? Shit, I wouldn't even make low grade.
Am not even sure what it takes to BE a harpy here. What
you're talking about is an exclusive club, right? Right now,
I don't think I'd be accepted by the CAA (AAA to you yanks)
... even if I paid the dues doubled.
> you're going to have to learn that getting out of bed late at night
> (with or without shoes - best without, slippers at most) to eat all
> the dessert in the fridge should never, ever depend on the dessert
> being "healthy". Dessert is dessert and if a Harpy gets out of bed to
> eat all of it, it doesn't matter one damn bit if its carrot cake or
> Sacher Torte.
After carrot cake, late at night, jello's the best -- lime
kind, all cut up into little cubes and mixed up with whipped
or Devon cream. What the heck's Sacher Torte? Did you know
Utah-ians eat more jello, per capita than any other US
state. Useless facts learned off the CBC around winter
olympics time.
>
> (Anyway, she deserves it - all of it. She went to the dentist
> yesterday, didn't she?)
Yeah, poor thing. She just better remember to brush her
teeth, that's all. My ma stood over me with that rolling
pin till I did, that night, yelling the whole time about
having to pay $10 for two fillings, what did I think she was
made of --- endless amounts of dollar bills to fill my
mouth? Now my mom -- *there* was a harpy. She didn't pass
on the genes for that though. More's the pity.
ing
: Am not even sure what it takes to BE a harpy here.
Oh ing, now you've gone and done it. I just can't wait to see the ...
um ... colorful responses to this one.
Ciao,
PJ
P.S. I have the most incredible recipe for carrot cake with cream
cheese icing. If you'd like it, email me. :-)
sniup.
>
> I would have appended a thousand lines of URLs but regrettably
> appear recklessly to have mislaid them, somewhere in the Net.
LOL
Hgh W
They do if they're gloating about the dessert.
Gail
: They do if they're gloating about the dessert.
:
: Gail
Now I'm onto you. The only reason you invited me to visit you in
England is so I can bake you carrot cake and chocolate cream pie.
Isn't it? Well ISN'T IT? You confess right now.
Ciao,
PJ
>If you are alone in the house because your spouse has gone off frolicking with
>other businessmen and were put to bed at 5pm, is it considered acceptable to
>get out of bed, back into your wheelchair and then eat all the dessert in the
>fridge?
>
>I think it's Ok as long as you're not wearing shoes.
>
>Am I right?
This is not about Right and Wrong.
This is about Can Anybody Stop You and
What Are They Gonna Do About It Anyway?
---------
FRM (You're welcome....)
: >If you are alone in the house because your spouse has gone
: >off frolicking with other businessmen and were put to bed at
: >5pm, is it considered acceptable to get out of bed, back into
: >your wheelchair and then eat all the dessert in the fridge?
: >
: >I think it's Ok as long as you're not wearing shoes.
: >
: >Am I right?
:
: This is not about Right and Wrong.
: This is about Can Anybody Stop You and
: What Are They Gonna Do About It Anyway?
For God's sake Frank, stop being logical. She wants you to tell her
it's okay. Just TELL HER IT'S OKAY.
Ciao,
PJ
> *top* harpy status? Shit, I wouldn't even make low grade.
> Am not even sure what it takes to BE a harpy here. What
> you're talking about is an exclusive club, right? Right now,
> I don't think I'd be accepted by the CAA (AAA to you yanks)
> ... even if I paid the dues doubled.
So long as that frowsy blonde hussy is top harpy, you'll
never get there. I'd rip her eyes out but who has the energy these
days? It's all I can do to keep up with nattering at the newbies
and composing snide little comments to keep all y'all entertained.
What does it take to be a harpy?
Honesty. A sense of humor. Being unafraid to call people on their
idiosyncracies. Discussing menstruation, nipples, or penises.
Wearing the same pair of panties two days in a row. Not being one of
the Gladys sub-personality's "in crowd".
It's not exclusive, btw. We don't set the membership. The
membership just sort of declares itself. Rather Virago-esque, that.
--
gekko
The severity of the itch is proportional to the reach.
: > *top* harpy status? Shit, I wouldn't even make low grade.
: > Am not even sure what it takes to BE a harpy here. What
: > you're talking about is an exclusive club, right? Right now,
: > I don't think I'd be accepted by the CAA (AAA to you
: > yanks) .... even if I paid the dues doubled.
:
: So long as that frowsy blonde hussy is top harpy, you'll
: never get there.
Ahem. Frowsy? FROWSY?? Blonde, yes. Hussy, yes. But frowsy? You're
pushing it gek.
: I'd rip her eyes out but who has the energy these days?
You would not. You know it. You take that back right now, you ........
you ........... you ...............FUCKING LIZARD!
Ciao,
HH
>
> "PJ" <peggy...@onebox.com> wrote in message
> news:ZZE88.9523$Pz4.82998@rwcrnsc53...
> So you're writing childrens' books, eh?
>
> Go figure.
>
> GB
>
>
>
Kids gotta learn somehow innit.
Say, GB, weren't you the one who said you had the harpies
blocked? Some block you got there, eh?
--
gekko
I think there is a world market for maybe five computers. -- Thomas
Watson, chairman of IBM, 1943
: So you're writing childrens' books, eh?
:
: Go figure.
What do you do Gladys, sit and wait for chances to wag your finger and
say "tsk tsk" at people if they're naughty?
How about this: you find another hobby that isn't always implicating
other people and their horrid transgressions? You'd be a happier
person, I'm sure.
Ciao,
PJ
> Ahem. Frowsy? FROWSY?? Blonde, yes. Hussy, yes. But frowsy? You're
> pushing it gek.
>
Frowsy? Did I say "Frowsy"? I'm sorry. My bad. I
meant "sumptuously curvaceous". I get them
confused.
>
It's useless, PJ. Gladys has you blocked. She said so herself.
She won't see your sensible suggestion.
> Wearing the same pair of panties two days in a row.
Hey, if I'm on the rag and the underwear stays clean and all I have to
do is change the pad regularly, is that like a menstruation thread or a
recycled underwear thread?
: >
: >
: Lose the "ciao." It would be affected if it weren't so dated.
: That's a lose-lose situation.
:
: No charge.
Nope. I like it. So I'm going to keep using it. Thanks though. And
also, thanks for not charging me for your advice.
CIAO,
PJ
> "Gladys Barber" <Gladys...@Hotmail.Com> wrote
>
>: Lose the "ciao." It would be affected if it weren't so dated.
>: That's a lose-lose situation.
>:
>: No charge.
>
> Nope. I like it. So I'm going to keep using it. Thanks though. And
> also, thanks for not charging me for your advice.
>
> CIAO,
> PJ
Harpy.
Ciao,
--
gekko
Copy from one, it’s plagiarism; copy from two, it’s research. -
Wilson Mizner (1876-1933)
I might as well just go eat worms.
Chow,
PJ
oh get over yourself.
> I might as well just go eat worms.
I hear they're good in Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Well, that's no way to keep HH status, is it?
> Davida tells me to shaddup,
Just being a Harpy, dear. And defending Gail's right to kvetch about
going to the dentist. We dentiphobics <new word. You saw it here
first, people. Its mine. I made it up> must stick together, doncha
know. Don't take it personal-like, darling.
> Gladys says I'm not fit to write
> children's books and that my favorite sign-off is outdated,
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. Her posts to you
can't be real - she's blocked you. Send her a daily "Ciao" and forget
about it.
> and you
> call me a harpy.
So? Are you gonna tell me you're beginning to think this is a "bad
thing"? You're not just a Harpy, you're HH. Shouldn't you be proud
of this title? If not, well... you've lost me here.
> I might as well just go eat worms.
Hey, to each his own, but I'd go for the dessert in the fridge in the
middle of the night instead.
(Sheesh. I never knew that Harpies were so high maintenance.)
AaaaaAAAArrrRRRgggGGGGhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Gifs!
>"PJ" <peggy...@onebox.com> wrote in message
>news:ZZE88.9523$Pz4.82998@rwcrnsc53...
>> Ciao,
>> HH
>So you're writing childrens' books, eh?
>Go figure.
I'll tell you something else.
Ed McBain isn't even a detective.
Shocking.
--
AH
Aw, hell; we're still waiting on the pics of Alma eating grubs.
Alex Jay Berman
>ing, ing, ing, ing, ing. If you ever want to make top Harpy status
>you're going to have to learn that getting out of bed late at night
>(with or without shoes - best without, slippers at most) to eat all
>the dessert in the fridge should never, ever depend on the dessert
>being "healthy". Dessert is dessert and if a Harpy gets out of bed to
>eat all of it, it doesn't matter one damn bit if its carrot cake or
>Sacher Torte.
Can you answer a question for me? No, that's not it; this is: What's
the appeal of carrot cake? I've never understood. It seems weird to
me. How did someone, however many years ago, get the inspiration to
make the first carrot cake? What would lead someone to think of
something like that?
Of course, I also don't understand why chocolate isn't considered one
of the major food groups...
<sigh>
OF COURSE it's OK, if you DON'T GET CAUGHT DOING IT and even if you DO
GET CAUGHT THEY CAN'T DO NOTHIN' ABOUT IT!
------
FRM (Don't your cats teach you nothin'?)
>
> So long as that frowsy blonde hussy is top harpy, you'll
> never get there.
Well, hell. The list of things I'm never gonna accomplish
on this particular go-round through life just keeps getting
longer and longer. A fine way to start out a Friday morning
it is - reading this. I'm depressed already and it ain't
even noon.
>
> What does it take to be a harpy?
>
> Honesty. A sense of humor.
OK -- so far, so good. Sorta.
> Being unafraid to call people on their
> idiosyncracies.
Well, you see, I can't see the point of that. What's to
call? Why do it? It's *their* idiosyncracies ... takes all
kinds is my view.
Why should somebody else's idiosyncracies bug me? Mostly
I'd just ignore them and move on.
> Discussing menstruation, nipples, or penises.
I already did that – in high school. It got boring, even
back then.
These days I'm more into discussing great deals at
second-hand stores. This is probably NOT harpy behaviour.
Right?
> Wearing the same pair of panties two days in a row.
OK -- guilty -- or rather - point in my favour. I turn 'em
inside out in emergiences but draw the line at three. Gotta
have *some* principles.
> Not being one of
> the Gladys sub-personality's "in crowd".
No fear there. Mind you, most times I think I'm so far
"out" I just might be "in" -- but there's no company, no
crowd there. Just me. Who's Gladys anyway - I never figured
that out.
>
> It's not exclusive, btw. We don't set the membership. The
> membership just sort of declares itself. Rather Virago-esque, that.
Ah, viragos. Well, that explains it. They wouldn't have me
either. I got some rhubarb&stawberry pie down in the fridge
- a slice of that and some cool-whip on top plus a fresh
cuppa coffee will stave off the deep depression I feel
coming on.
ing (failed harpy)
Sorry Davida. I checked it out. Thanks for the URL. So
Sacher Tortes are kind of like a high end Sara Lee, right?
Never tried Sacher, but I do *love* Sara Lee!
ing
Ray wrote:
You've been eating one of those store bought carrot cakes. You should eat
my cousin Debbie's carrot cake.
(Don't simply show up at her door demanding her cake. She doesn't know
you, and she'll undoubtedly call the law.)
Also her red velvet cake.
Anyone can dye a cake red or orange and call it a true Red Velvet cake or
an Official Carrot Cake but people lie. Their cake's are bogus.
I think it's in the flour. She was a big proponent of Swan's Down Cake
Flour.
Maybe you should buy some Swan's Down Cake Flour.
All harpies use Swan's Down Cake Flour. That's a well known fact.
I went out and bought some Swan's Down Cake Flour, it comes in a tube,
like Pringles chips, but bigger, and I put it in the freezer, and then
when I burned the kitchen down, about '86, or maybe it was '84, I removed
it from the freezer and attempted to dowse a burning inferno, completely
overlooking the fire extinguisher, which my husband, the fireman, had put
in there and religiously updated the little tag every year, after checking
it's pressure or something, and when I called to report that my house was
on fire, the big ole pumper that showed up was driven by my husband.
Boy, was he pissed at me! He said I was no damned good in an emergency,
and he said it in front of seven other fireman.
He paid for that, I'll tell you.
That's why I can't be a harpy.
Donna
>Sacher Tortes are kind of like a high end Sara Lee, right?
They both sound like porn actresses rather than cakes to me :)
Cheers, Keltic
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>"PJ" <peggy...@onebox.com> wrote in message
>news:w_k88.2479$AV5....@rwcrnsc51.ops.asp.att.net...
>> Head Harpy is right here, my friend. And would you please educamucate
>> Stan that he has no right to be designating any such thing as "Queen
>> Harpy"?
>
>You spelled "mutate Stan" wrong.
Ain't that Frank's department?
--
"I just figured it was quantum mechanics, and actually watching
the fireplace collapses the probability waveform and he turns
out to be somewhere else."
- Charles Lieberman, discussing the physics of Xmas in AFU
Ing... here's the One True Sacher Torte story. A column of mine from a
few years back. Complete with recipes.
A duel with spatulas
In Vienna, the old Vienna in the spirit of the Blue Danube and Merry
Widows, there has been a civilized fight delicately roaring for a
century. Well, not roaring, exactly, more like sighing along over a
'kaffee und strudel'.
There are four main ingredients to the recipe for the drama. There is
an old "konditorei", a combination tea and coffee house and genteel
pastry shop, called "Demel" that is, today, something of a shrine. The
shop is long and narrow with tiered tables down the center covered with
pastries; hundreds of pastries, each more intricately spectacular than
the last. People go there from all over the world.
There is the equally world-famous "Hotel Sacher" where, if you are
male, you must be wearing a necktie to be in the outdoor cafe (imagine
what it must take to go indoors!) and if you are female, presumably you
must either be Empress Eugenie or a very close relative. There is a
wonderful cake called a "Sacher Torte" which is magically light, spread
with apricot preserves and covered with a buttery, chocolate glaze. The
fourth element is - only in Vienna could the fight continue for a
century - the credit for inventing this cake.
The Sacher family says that the cake was created for Prince Metternich
by his cook, Franz Sacher. "Nein", say the owners of Demel. It was
conceived at the pastry shop, they say, and was claimed by Herr Sacher
who, they further say, very probably (raise the left eyebrow ever so
slightly) knew its true origin.
So, here it continues with generations of adults actually suing each
other for legal credit for the cake(!), challenging each other to duels
(never accepted but, then again, never seriously offered. You mean,
actually shoot someone over a piece of cake?) and ultimately acting out
that schoolyard debate that begins and ends with "Oh yeah, sez who?"
In the meantime, the cake is wonderful in all its newer incarnations
and you won't find one in the supermarket. For a flavor and texture
combination that marries an airy cake and the sweetness of the preserves
with, gasp, chocolate with butter added - there is only Sacher Torte.
Some people add honey, others cover the cake with marzipan, the famous
sweetened, crushed almonds and then enrobe it in chocolate. Some add
peach preserves or liqueurs, others use blends of chocolates and there
is even a white chocolate Sacher Torte. Undoubtedly, the early Sachers
and Demels are rolling over in their graves. Franz Sacher, probably
called "Pinwheel" by his friends in the cemetery, is pleased that the
cake still carries his name, but this recent business of adding crushed
hazelnuts to the batter, well, what's this world coming to, anyway. It
was good enough for Metternich and his crowd the way it was...
This is the sort of dispute that brings out the purists (it must be
made in Vienna with Viennese water and air for it to be correct) and the
revisionists (as long as there's no drain cleaner in it, I'll eat it and
so should you) to vie against each other's viewpoints and, since you
can't dispute taste, finally call each other names. In a dignified
fashion, over a pleasant cup of Viennese coffee.
CAKE NUMBER 1 FOR SACHER TORTE
For one 9 inch cake pan, greased and floured.
3/4 cup butter
1/2 cup granulated sugar
8 egg yolks
6 ounces semisweet chocolate, melted and cooled
1 cup sifted cake flour
8 egg whites
4 tablespoons apricot jam, melted and processed until smooth
Heat oven to 325. With mixer, cream butter and sugar together until
fluffy. Add yolks one at a time alternately with an equal amount of the
chocolate, mixing thoroughly after each addition. Gently fold in the
flour. Whip the whites until stiff but not dry and fold into mixture,
combining ingredients well. Bake until the point of a knife stuck into
the center comes out clean, about 45 minutes. Unmold the cake and let
cool. Spread the cake with the jam.
CHOCOLATE GLAZE FOR SACHER TORTE
Enough for one cake
2/3 cup granulated sugar
1/3 cup water
6 ounces sweet chocolate, melted
1 tablespoon butter, melted
Put the cake on a screen or rack over a plate. Combine sugar and water
in a saucepan and boil until the liquid thickens to the "thread" stage,
232 to 235 degrees. Remove from heat and gradually stir the chocolate
in. Add the butter and beat rapidly to incorporate. When the glaze
thickens, pour it over the cake, working quickly. Let cool and harden
for 1 1/2 hours.
What we have just seen is the most basic of interpretations of the
classic Sacher Torte. Many people ask about the concept of
"interpretation" of recipes. "Aren't they exact instructions about how
to make some specific dish?" The answer is "yes, sort of." They are
SOMEONE'S idea of how to make that dish. If you add an ingredient or
two or take something out, the idea is still there. This one too
sweet? Ok, take out some sugar. Still Sacher Torte. Don't like
chocolate? Take out the chocolate - and change the name - because it's
no longer a Sacher Torte as defined by most food people.
Here's a somewhat more complex and sophisticated vision of our classic
and one that will make strong men weep. Not bad for a slice of cake.
CAKE NUMBER 2 FOR SACHER TORTE
A 9-inch cake in a springform pan, greased and floured
2/3 cups butter
1 1/4 cups sugar
6 egg yolks
5 ounces semisweet chocolate, melted
3/4 cup toasted almonds or hazelnuts, finely ground
1 teaspoon vanilla (optional)
1 cup sifted cake flour
1/4 cup milk
6 egg whites
1/2 cup fine breadcrumbs
1/2 cup kirsch or rum
1/3 cup apricot jam, melted and processed smooth
Heat oven to 375. Cream butter and sugar until pale and fluffy. Add
yolks one at a time beating well to incorporate. Add chocolate,
almonds, vanilla, half the flour and half the milk, stirring to mix
thoroughly. Add remaining flour and milk, beating to mix. Whip egg
whites until stiff but not dry and fold about 1/3 of them into mixture
along with breadcrumbs. Fold in remaining whites and pour into pan.
Bake 35 to 40 minutes, testing with knife point. When done, remove from
oven, cool in the pan for a few minutes then remove from the pan and
cool completely on a rack. Cut cake into three equal layers. Trickle
half the liquor over the bottom layer and cover with 1/3 the jam. Put
the second layer on top and repeat. Put the third layer on top and
cover with jam. Move cake to screen or rack and finish by pouring the
chocolate glaze described above over top.
There is yet another magic addition to this cake, if you want to tread
the sharp edge of excess. After assembling the layers, cover the cake
with a thinly rolled layer of marzipan, pressing and spreading it with a
spatula to minimize bumps. Then pour on the chocolate. You'll probably
want a whole empty weekend ahead of you if you have this one. Enough
time to properly develop the correct guilt.
These two cakes are very different, both are very good, but the second
one is for grown-ups. There are wonderful sharp notes, sweet
backgrounds and creamy harmonies that may be too complex for a child's
sense. Then again, that's one of the good reasons to become an adult.
--
Bob Pastorio
http://www.pastorio.com
Ing... <deep breath... calm myself...> never, Never, NEVER mention
Sacher Torte in the same breath as that hack of a mass producer of
what someone may actually consider to be cakes and pies! My 1/2
Viennese husband is having apoplexy at just the thought of it. </deep
breath... calm myself...>
> Ing... here's the One True Sacher Torte story. A column of mine from a
> few years back. Complete with recipes.
<snipped, but deeply appreciated. Thanks, Bob.>
> These two cakes are very different, both are very good, but the second
> one is for grown-ups. There are wonderful sharp notes, sweet
> backgrounds and creamy harmonies that may be too complex for a child's
> sense. Then again, that's one of the good reasons to become an adult.
My dear departed mother-in-law (born in Vienna) would tell you that a
*real* Sacher Torte should contain absolutely *_NO_* flour - only
ground nuts (preferably almond, but hazelnuts will do), and that the
nuts should be ground so finely as to make them mistakeable for flour.
(And eaten with a huge dollop of schlagober.)
>
>
>Ray wrote:
>
>> On 6 Feb 2002 22:24:56 -0800, drch...@onebox.com (Davida Chazan - The
>> Chocolate Lady) wrote:
>>
>> >ing, ing, ing, ing, ing. If you ever want to make top Harpy status
>> >you're going to have to learn that getting out of bed late at night
>> >(with or without shoes - best without, slippers at most) to eat all
>> >the dessert in the fridge should never, ever depend on the dessert
>> >being "healthy". Dessert is dessert and if a Harpy gets out of bed to
>> >eat all of it, it doesn't matter one damn bit if its carrot cake or
>> >Sacher Torte.
>>
>> Can you answer a question for me? No, that's not it; this is: What's
>> the appeal of carrot cake? I've never understood. It seems weird to
>> me. How did someone, however many years ago, get the inspiration to
>> make the first carrot cake? What would lead someone to think of
>> something like that?
>>
>> Of course, I also don't understand why chocolate isn't considered one
>> of the major food groups...
>
>You've been eating one of those store bought carrot cakes.
Yes, but just the one. And I had serious misgivings about it before
starting.
>You should eat
>my cousin Debbie's carrot cake.
Almost sounds suggestive.
>(Don't simply show up at her door demanding her cake. She doesn't know
>you, and she'll undoubtedly call the law.)
That would suck. But it doesn't take much to discourage me from asking
for carrot cake, anyway...
OK. Recipe snipped but saved in two places in this
computer. Even though it's got more directions and verbiage
than some essays I've
written. Long recipes with complicated instructions scare
the hell out of me. But thanks muchly. The day may come
when I might get up the courage to try it. You think I
should be *allowed* ... what with my problems with baking
powder?
See, I mostly just do down-home stuff. Directions more
complicated than "mix well and pour into well-greased pan -
bake for one hour at 350" .... leave me quacking. Still --
we shall see. Thanks again.
ing
Oh Davida ... I'm sorry <snerk>. No really, I AM. Honest.
What with Pastorio's recipe and your apoplexy - hell's
bells, I'll swear off SL till I can try this Sacher Torte
thingy. Honest I will. Must be places that sell them in the
city. Ya think? I'll do some checking round and let ya know!
Meantime calm yourself girl. I won't tell ya that IMO, the
best homemade lemon meringue pie I make comes from a boxed
mix and pre-made frozen boxed Tenderflake pie shells. Have
not yet completely mastered whipping the egg-whites into
foamy peaks ... but it'll come. I hope.
ing
> I won't tell ya that IMO, the
> best homemade lemon meringue pie I make comes from a boxed
> mix and pre-made frozen boxed Tenderflake pie shells. Have
> not yet completely mastered whipping the egg-whites into
> foamy peaks ... but it'll come. I hope.
Think of this as a remedial culinary post.
Lemon pie filling is 3 ingredients: 1/2 cup lemon juice, 14 oz can of
sweetened condensed milk and 3 egg yolks (no whites). Whip together and
pour into a pie filling. That's all there is to it. Honest.
Meringue is easy, too. In Merkin measure, 6 egg whites at room temp, 1/8
teaspoon cream of tartar, 2 cups sugar, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
(optional), 1 teaspoon white vinegar. Beat the egg whites until foamy
(electric mixers work best) and add the cream of tartar. Continue
beating until the whites are somewhat stiff (when you pick up the
beaters, it pulls a peak but falls back on itself). Gradually beat in
the sugar, then vanilla and vinegar. Beat until the whites are very
stiff and shiny. Maybe 10 minutes more. Done.
The pie shells will come in a future program in the advanced section.
Happy pies...
Only at the finest of bakeries, I'm sure.
> Meantime calm yourself girl. I won't tell ya that IMO, the
> best homemade lemon meringue pie I make comes from a boxed
> mix and pre-made frozen boxed Tenderflake pie shells. Have
> not yet completely mastered whipping the egg-whites into
> foamy peaks ... but it'll come. I hope.
Sure, no problem. Lemon meringue isn't my thing. In fact, most pies
aren't my thing. Actually, I'm not even all that thrilled with
chocolate cream pie, either. Something about the pie shell combined
with the chocolate that kinda turns me off. I thought I'd like Pecan
pies but they often are way too sweet for my taste.
(The only pie I've ever really, Really liked in the US was a Pumpkin
Chiffon Mousse Pie that my friend bought from a fancy bakery for
Thanksgiving Dinner back in 1991.)
> See, I mostly just do down-home stuff. Directions more
> complicated than "mix well and pour into well-greased pan -
> bake for one hour at 350" .... leave me quacking.
Quacking?
Hound
>Quacking?
You know, shades of Deliverance... "Quack, ducky!"
Dunno. Seems to be a Canadian thing...
>ing <ing.b...@sympatico.ca> wrote in message news:<3C66B9AE...@sympatico.ca>...
>> Meantime calm yourself girl. I won't tell ya that IMO, the
>> best homemade lemon meringue pie I make comes from a boxed
>> mix and pre-made frozen boxed Tenderflake pie shells. Have
>> not yet completely mastered whipping the egg-whites into
>> foamy peaks ... but it'll come. I hope.
>
>Sure, no problem. Lemon meringue isn't my thing. In fact, most pies
>aren't my thing. Actually, I'm not even all that thrilled with
>chocolate cream pie, either. Something about the pie shell combined
>with the chocolate that kinda turns me off. I thought I'd like Pecan
>pies but they often are way too sweet for my taste.
My mother likes to buy lemon meringue pies an' scrape the meringue off
the top, replacing it with whipped cream. Neither of us cares much for
the meringue's rubbery consistency and flat taste.