If you followed my incessant twittering on the subject you’ll know that my new whipped cream dispenser actually DOES WORK!
We celebrated Summer Solstice yesterday with a banana split that included organic vanilla frozen yogurt, hot Nutella sauce w/ organic dark chocolate chips melted in for good measure, a wee bit of butterscotch sauce (left over from the Butter Beer experiment), homemade whipped cream, and a sprinkle of granola.
Here was a bonus test for Father’s Day: Organic Whipped Coconut Cream on a banana split!
With less trimmings to avoid a giant sugar spike for the li’l guy.
Extensive internet research revealed the secret to success. First, refridgerate the can of coconut milk and skim off the cream. Then I sweetened with agave syrup and shook heartily.
As the resulting whipped cream was very dense I’ll bet the mixture could be thinned, as long as it’s the consistency of ordinary dairy heavy cream. For some reason, the interwebz recommended adding soy milk powder as well!
In any event, I feel confident that I can now offer both Organic and non-dairy versions of the Pie-in-the-Face!
It was at the birthday of a twin, a gemini, but I didn’t pie her and her twin brother. I pied two girls who are dating, and they are both named Erin.
Mauren and her twin brother turned 33 (another symmetrical synchronicity!), and she decided to announce her party on #fcbk. Since she didn’t have a computer with internet at her house, creating the invitation fell to me. Since she had decided on a Circus theme I felt morally obligated to make the scene.
I convinced Heather “Honey” Duke to accompany me and assist with principal photography. heh.
Honey applies the bindi jewel to Maureen’s 3rd eye.
The birthday girl now sees all, and tells nothing. We gotta get her a red nose and clown character though, so she can start participating in the RNB alley events.
“Blaireau” did a great set with a street organ. He’s an actual French “organ grinder”.
This fellow wanted eyes like Siouxsie Sue. Sarah got a white dragon across the nose. How could I have forgotten to take a picture of the Temple kid who got a blue dragon?!
Glen had some great “chicken scratches” from prison.
The King of Olympia (in yellow pants) tried to pie me at one point, but I fended him off with my superior Clown Fu.
The two Erins. My first time doing a double shot.
Bil Fleming finally got his pie… a year in the making.
Before it got dark I got to show off my fan flipping to a beautifully costumed Dutch-Indo family. Who, of course, I didn’t get any pictures of… nor the other clowns! nor the half dozen weiner dogs in cute costumes! Oh, I was preoccupied. With pie-ing! Here’s ANOTHER double shot! Two men, one young and one not.
Tim “Big Mouth” the Ringmaster waited until sunset until he felt ready. Then the Little Prince seemed to want to get it too.
My second double shot EVER. Appropriate for the birthday party of a Gemini Twin.
Then the King set up a video projector and we watched UHF and Shakes the Clown projected on the side of Maureen’s house. Until the cops came.
Here was the epic fail of the night. After a flurry of twittering about inaugurating the new Organic pie-in-the-faces with a red 1/2 pint whipped cream dispenser delivered fast and cheap from e-bay…. it didn’t work.
The busted rubber gasket in my brand new whipped cream dispenser from e-bay. I wasted the first two NO2 cartridges before I realized it wasn’t keeping a seal. Sprayed Horizon Organic Heavy Cream and Agave syrup all over the dining room and Trish’s homework! The seller said “I don’t have spare parts. Call the company!”
The company website lists a spare gasket for $3, but they’re asking for $7 in shipping and handling. That would bring the total up where it would’ve been if I had bought the thing from Fred Meyer or the mall, but they didn’t have RED.
I’m checking locally with Espresso Parts to see if their gaskets are compatible. And I’m geeked to collaborate with them on a Barista Clown idea.
Absconded with Chuck’s hat at the end of the night. I’m keeping it hostage until my missing lucky spatula is found.
Orion cooks us breakfast in bed for the first time. He toasts the jelly onto the bread and puts the butter on afterwards using a diamond shaped cheese trowel.
This picture is a recreation because we ate it so fast. He can also cook his own quesadillas.
Isaiah spends the night. In the morning they’re playing in the office when there’s a banging on the door.
The neighbor, Jesse needs my phone because “She won’t wake up!”
I twitter this:
just lent the neighbor my cell phone to call 911… paramedics are here trying to revive his wife – asthma attack1:03 PM Jan 17th from web
We watch them cart Sandy off, unresponsive. I see Jesse getting into the ambulance and go out to sign to him: “You got my phone still?” He asks, “Was it pink?” and pulls out a pink Razr phone similar to mine. “Yeah, actually, but it had a plastic case.” He says that it’s still inside. I go in and see another Razr phone, this one is black. Then I see mine. The paramedics warn me not to let the kids in.
I start wondering, (after the prior night’s escapade with Tim and the $100 phone) “What is going on with all the phones?”
My next twitter:
neighbor’s wife did not make it… landlord wants new tenants come March, not the getting arrested or dying kind4:33 PM Jan 19th from web
We both have separate long heartfelt talks with Orion about death. At school he is extra emotional: mad and sad. He asks the teacher to help him make a card for Jesse.
On Tuesday a woman called me at school. I happened to be at recess, so I answered. She wanted to book me for Wednesday night. I called her back at lunch and went over details. The daughter would be turning 3. She would probably have 6-7 guests, but no more than 10. It would be from 7 PM to 8:30. We agreed on a price, but… she was not sure about the venue. It would probably be a banquet room, and most likely at the Red Lion, but she would call after checking it out.
Orion and I take the bus home from downtown. As we’re walking from the bus stop to our house we see Jesse. He expresses his sincere gratitude to Orion for the card and gets a hug from him. Then we throw wishing pennies onto the frozen waterfall sculpture. One of his actually slides through a crack in the ice.
I did not hear back from Crystal about the party that night.
I’m still very optimistic. I twitter this:
Gig: b-day party for 3 y/o girl in Red Lion banquet room, then possibly get pie for Big Tom 7:37 PM Jan 20th from web
Wednesday I called to confirm, but only got a message machine. After I’ve got all my props arranged and packed and the music loaded and the make-up on the counter I hear the little voice of intuition telling me to check up on this party another way. I twitter:
called Red Lion… “Only one party here… NW Realtors assn”. called client: “we don’t know where it will be.” Party supposed to start @7!about 4 hours ago from web
Before putting on make-up I had called again. I got the husband. “Hello, this is Jusby the clown. Are you having a party tonight?” He says, “Yes, we are, but we’re not sure where it’ll be. Can my wife call you back within a half an hour?” “That would be great.” I wait for a while and decide it’s worth the risk getting into make-up. They are definitely having a party after all.
Time passes without a call.
Trish breaks the news to me. “They chickened out and they’re afraid to call you back.”
She’s just more astute that way. I hold onto the idea that they’ll call. Maybe I should go drive around and try to find a party. Maybe I should go to the realtor’s party for a quick walk-through, maybe pie Dino Rossi.
I reach Mike of Big Tom’s. He’s on his way to his Grandma’s.
I go downtown and stare into traffic across from the 4th ave tav.
Eventually, I go to Jake’s because I see that it is Karaoke night with NO COVER, and I sing “Hell” by Squirrel Nut Zippers.
I start by saying “I didn’t plan on coming here tonight, but did you ever get dressed up and then ditched? I was supposed to be at a birthday party for a three year-old girl… But the b- chickened out!”
During the breaks I mentioned, “My neighbor died. But she deserved it. She laughed at me.” Then later, “I have a co-worker who comes here sometimes and she’s deathly afraid of clowns. I thought I’d surprise her.”
At home I realize that I should get a picture of neighbor Jesse and me one last time. It might cheer him up, and I don’t have any pictures of him or Sandy. I can hear people watching TV and commenting about it loudly. He’s got family over to help him pack.
Instead I start taking pictures of myself out in front of the duplex. Someone finally opens the door wondering about the flashing.
Jesse comes out and I catch the moment. Then he introduces me to his mom and says, “This is my neighbor. He’s a clown.”
They offer me a fresh gingerbread cookie. It’s a delicious end to the night.
“This cheese has brought home awards for its smoky-sweet flavor. The caliente kick of red Morita jalapeño chilies combined with the New England mellow of Vermont milk make this a natural for transforming any snack into a smoky sizzler!”
Once upon a time (around 1998), I lived with my best friend, Luke Turner in Cooper’s Glen apartment 22.
He’s got some quirky dietary habits, like eating the exact same meal while alternating two brands of ingredients for variety. Case in point: pancakes, or as he calls them, “syrup sponges”. During that time frame, he liked to switch between two shapes of basically identical plastic bottles of syrup. For some reason, we accumulated all the empties instead of throwing them away. I thought it would be funny to rebrand them as water bottles and came up with the following illustration for Maypole Syrup.
My wife does love me. She does not love chipotle, but she knows that my dalliance with all things associated with this smoked jalapeño is completely innocent. And completely inane, but it keeps me out of bars.
We have gone many rounds over the types of tortillas we buy, however. She will not abide with the mainstream bleached white flour kind adulterated with poisonous partially hydrogenated fats!
I, however, have different standards.
I factor in a variety of issues:
cost per unit (I prefer a bag with more than 8 inside)
diameter (I prefer a 10″er)
thickness (this effects whether they crumble when toasted… I loathe a sloppy burrito)
and packaging (I prefer a zippered bag, tho I will transfer tortillas from their store bag to an adopted bag with a zipper if needed). Also inane, but keeps ‘em fresher!
When you’re stuck in a shopping rut you’ll run out of options. Each grocery store has a limited variety of brands it will stock. Since we usually shop at either Fred Meyer or the Oly Food Coop we usually see the same brands over and over again. Even though we sometimes will go to Safeway, Thriftway or Top Foods we still usually see the same main players.
Then she went to Mega Foods and brought home these Tumaro’s Chipotle Tortillas… bless her heart. They’re available on Amazon too! Click that sucka!
Rays says that he has never been a clown. But he has been abuffon, so he gave himself a hunchback, a hair wrap and a red nose and leaped around with the pie, engaging his son Adrien mano-y-mano.
I’m brainstorming for my 39th birthday party. Orion and I talked it over. It’ll have a pinata.
I’m tending AWAY from the fancy dinner party and professional show. Though I’m pretty tempted by the Seattle Moisture Festival and the Indonesian Restaurant in Northgate.
I’m tending TOWARD a nacho potluck and collaborative clown party….
with PIES for everyone! Dress appropriately.
At our place.
Friday, April 11th,
4-11
(main events from 5-7)
Last Name/ Food Assignment
A-E/ Nacho Soup or Nacho Salad
F-I/Nacho Main Dishes (Vegan/ Vegetarian)
J-S/ Nacho Main Dishes (Beef/ Pork/ Chicken/Other Meat)
Feeling a little post-pie depression, I went to the playground with Orion. I got to play with some kids and listen to Radio 8 Ball. I wondered if I would get another call or e-mail for a pie. I wondered if I should take matters into my own hands and go pie Andras during the show, but I’d been driving all day, so I just thought I’d wind down.
Sitting in the Depression
Then it finally occurred to me that I should let Orion deliver the last pie.
Trish brought home two Fosters last night. I’m used to Hefeweizen, and I thought I’d garnish with with something like a lemon. We didn’t have any lemon, so for the first one I had a wedge of orange in it.
Tonight I’m having a strawberry in it.
Trish thought it was the silliest thing. I should definitely take a picture and blog it. Slow news day? Not actually. I did visit a friend in the county jail today. Friday was his birthday. He’s in until the end of June for his second DUI. It all ties together.
we talked in booth number 3 for a half an hour
He’s sleeping in a bunk like these, with 49 other guys.
Any money he has will be garnished for child support… by a government prep cook.
As soon as he woke up, telling us “Hey, I turned four!”, we lit his candle and sang him the birthday song:
“Each of us rising from the Earth,
seeking love and wholeness from the moment of our birth,
may this coming year bring to you the gift of knowing love and a life that touches truth (x2)
Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai (etc.)” /
followed by the more traditional “Happy birthday to you” and Trish’s rendition of the Beatle’s “Birthday”…
Making a wish
His new costume (From Wind Up Here)
He brought Lemon Poppy Seed muffins to school with him, half had raspberries too.
I went on a field trip to see Lazer Vaudeville, but my charge didn’t like it, and we left after 20 minutes. He said, “I don’t like shows with too much stuff!”
I’d been wanting to see the show for more than a year, and I loved the first 20 minutes. It had lots of black light puppetry, juggling, lasso tricks, and hat tricks. I’m inspired to learn more. It looks like the round topped bowler would actually be a better choice for hat tricks than the top hat. Also putting some color inside the hat makes sense if it’s going to be flying through the air.
After school we went to Farelli’s Wood Fire Pizza on Yelm Highway. He had a plain cheese pizza and a chocolate shake. He spent about a half an hour in the arcade section sans quarters “playing” games. Trish and I had the Wednesday special 12″ 2 toppings for $9.99, and each wanted different toppings on our half (spinach & sun dried tomatoes for her/ meatballs and sausage for me). Our server, Billy, said, “I’ll make it happen.” We also cashed in the gift certificate aunt Elaine in Mississippi had arranged with the manager over the phone. They don’t currently have certificates available on-line, but she made it happen!
Trish amused herself by keeping a secret from me. Some packages had arrived for me, but she wouldn’t tell me from whom. I guessed that one was the Conception Dollars and one was a card from SC [I recently fixed her website, saving her from a cease and desist order]. However, I was wrong on both counts. Remind me not to play poker with her.
It was two giant boxes of cookies from the East Coast. Our dear friend, Lisa, is planning to go into the custom cookie business, and she’d promised to send us some samples.
She’d asked what kind would Orion like. He replied, “Bubble gum”. She found some Bubble gum flavored jelly beans and mixed them into chocolate chip cookie dough.
I opened them and told him what they were and he flinched and turned away with an “Ewww!” The other cookies were “Choclate chip double peanutbutter swrill” [SIC]. They were delicious.
Then we watched Bee movie which had arrived via Netflix. Great message, totally appropriate for me looking for a way out of a typical hive job still.
Saturday, we’re having a Pirate Themed party at Tumwater Historical Park.
I just cooked a huge batch of chili. I couldn’t help notice these for $3.99 at FM.
Maybe they will help get me beyond Pop Culture’s version of Chipotle.
I took the top two on the left (one large, one small) and ground them up in the little food processor. Then I sprinkled some of the powder onto the meat in the skillet.
Pinto beans, Red beans, Kidney Beans, Black Quinoa
2 big cans of Private Selection Organic diced tomatoes
1 Sweet white onion and 1 head of garlic sauteed in extra virgin olive oil
1 LB of beef chuck steak (reduced to $3.31)
spiced with OFC bulk taco seasonings plus big dashes of diluted insanity sauce, cumin, paprika, salt, and pepper
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