Monday, January 24, 2011

Does Duncan Hines Make Pickle Flavored Cake Mix?

My great-grandmother had a brother known to all and sundry as "Pickle." I'm sure someone at some point told me what his real name was, but I don't know it now*. I do know he became known as Pickle because even before the Great Depression money was tight in the rural south and Pickle was adept at breaking into cellars and stealing jars of pickles.

Business is slow when the north is frozen. Not much funny going on. On Saturday night NayNay and her husband, who has requested I not refer to him as Mr. NayNay anymore, were kind enough to invite me along to a bar in the outer burbs to hear our friend sing with her band.

The bar in question is called L.A. ____, but if there's anything L.A. about it, I'm pretty sure it resembles L.A. circa 1989. It was kind of like being on the set of a Guns n' Roses video, but not when Guns n' Roses was all tough and trashy, but when they started trying to be all artsy and respectable-- never a good move for a hair band.

But there were a few women on the dance floor who looked disappointed to have missed their chance to gyrate on the hood of a car in a rock video.

Worth the price of admission (which was totally free) was sighting the waitstaff bringing this cake back for cutting:

Mr. C (formerly known as Mr. NayNay and not to be confused with Howard Cunningham)and I speculated on the flavor of this cake, leading him to utter the line, "It can't be a chocolate pickle." It wasn't, but yellow cake can be any number of flavors.

Where might one obtain a pickle shaped cake pan?

Do people in modern Massachusetts steal pickles out of basements? How else would someone get this nickname?

Giiich!


*Pretty sure my mom or some cousin will read this and remind me. And I'm pretty sure I'll forget within 24 hours.

1 comment:

Amanda said...

Update-- my mom tells me that Pickle used to steal the jars not to eat the pickles but to repurpose the jars for moonshine storage...