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A Vote for Pie

November 11, 2008

Because I'm a nosy fuck, I read this article about what the Obamas will do to the menu at the White House. Here's a short excerpt about what President Obama likes:

Obama has said in interviews that his favorite food is chili, though [Walter] Schieb cautioned about disclosing the president's most beloved dish.

"He'll be fed it everywhere he goes for the rest of his life," he quipped.

The president-elect has also been known to favor fish and pistachios -- as well as pumpkin pie.

Chili? Seriously. That gets a thumbs up from me. I'm all about the chili. Also, I'm big on the pumpkin pies (you can read that two different ways). Now, if he'd just knock off this wine bullshit and pick up a taste for some American Pale Ales, I'd begin to believe that the country is headed in the right direction.

Funny story about the pumpkin pie. While in grad school, during those last few months when I was writing experimentals and wondering why God hates me smashing NMR tubes of my compounds on the floor, my buddy and I suddenly found ourselves in the midst of one hellacious pumpkin pie jones. One Friday afternoon, we hopped in the Bobby Boyle Memorial War Wagon and, after stopping off at 7-11 for giant slurpees, we headed out onto the town seeking a pumpkin pie. We hit the farmers market, bakeries, grocery stores, and this big box retailer common in the midwest called Meijer (pronounced "Meyer", not "Me Eye Jer"), all for naught. Seriously, it would have been easier and less time-consuming to just go and get the stuff to make our own pumpkin pies, but being men, we didn't cook much, unless it involved deep frying something and/or "cooking" a frozen pizza. Finally, in an act of not-so-quiet desperation, we hit Wal-Mart. There, in the bakery corner of the megalomart, we found a stack of pies that looked suspiciously like pumpkin pies, but they weren't. While the label said "pumpkin pie", it also had the words "diet" and "sugar free" written on the white sticker. This would not do.

In a moment reminiscent of Bluto Blutarsky going apeshit on the singing hippy's guitar in the stairwell, I dove into the stack of pies, tossing them back and forth looking for something that wasn't this communist version of an American staple. There, at the bottom of the stack, I was rewarded with an actual, honest-to-motherfucking-God pumpkin pie. None of the diet. All of the sugar. It was like some savage had hidden the pie at the bottom of the stack, knowing that he'd come back later to take it home and enjoy the delicacy on his own, probably with the lights turned out and the curtains drawn. My money's on Sean Astin.

We quickly spirited away with the pie, so that the aforementioned pie hider wouldn't see us raiding his hidden cache of non-diet, fully sugarinated pumpkin pie. For good measure, we went and bought cans of Redi-Whip whipped cream...each. We ran through the line, tossed some cash at the one-eyed woman working the check-out, and made for the apartment...with a stop off at the liquor store. What good is revelry if it isn't drunken, right?

We each ate half the pie, shooting whipped cream into our mouths with each bite. Later, we laid in the living room, something on ESPN flickering on the television screen in front of us, he in his chair and me on the couch, both supine, holding our stomachs and groaning. It had been a successful foray into satisfying our need for pumpkin pie. With our stomachs churning and our bodies emanating gas from various orifices, we celebrated in our own not so quiet way: by snoring so loudly it woke up the old woman who lived downstairs.

God bless you, pumpkin pie. You are a force of ultimate good. I'm sure, had He had some on hand, Jesus would have broken you at the last supper instead. Or perhaps that was served at the last dessert.


Chemgeek said...

"...we headed out onto the town seeking a pumpkin pie."

...but all the kids are doing it!!!!

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...


And eating half a pie was more rewarding than jumping off a cliff!

Dr Zibbs said...

IPA. My favorite.

Gwen said...

When you guys were done eating the whipped cream did you do "whippits"?

Jon said...

I'm more of an apple pie man myself. But that's okay. You can keep hating America.

Ψ*Ψ said...

We have Meijer here too!

Lisa-tastrophies said...

Oh crap, now I am jones for pie. You know you are going to be the death of my waist line!! And the can of whipped cream.... oh so good, yet so bad :-)

Noel said...

Best post about food. In fact, it just inspired me to do a food post too.

Anonymous said...

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Will said...

Excellent story. Unfortunately, and unsurprisingly it has left me craving pie.

Frank said...

I grew up with a Meijer in the neighbourhood, and their pumpkin pie is absolute shit. I'd take a sugar-free fake Wal-Mart pie over one of those.

david wells said...

Apple pie for me as well.

Obama needs to drink some Blue Moon, then I can support him.

Ashley said...

hahaha...that first picture of the pumpkin pie that you put in youe post is HILARIOUS and I love it!!

Would you hate me if I said I'm not a huge fan of pumpkin pie?

dg said...

Beyond awesome story.

One of my all time numbah one supah dupah fave clips from Animal House:

"I gave my love a cherryyyy, that had no stone, I gave my lo-ooove a chicken, that haaaad nooooo booooooone...I gave my lo-oooove a stooooryyyyy, that haaaaad no end...I gaaaave..." (guitar snatched away, bang bang bang, handed back in splinters.)