As my Dad used to say, “I used to be young and foolish; I’m not young, anymore!”
I remember going to a local pizza parlor chain with ‘Gramp’, my beloved maternal grandfather.
We’d split a sausage pizza; he’d get a draught beer (Schlitz?) – me, a soda. (I was a kid).
But he’d always say,” We’re going to have an apizz.”
And, I thought he was weird and corrected him.
Well, I was wrong.
Gramp was from Hamden, Connecticut, arguably the birthplace (New Haven area) of (thin crust) American pizza!
There are businesses there advertising APIZZ, not PIZZA!
As there have been for over one hundred years.
Turns out, the Italian immigrants who settled this region were from Naples, and made Margherita (thin crust) pizza.
And called them ‘apizz’.
Perhaps less well-known, although no less delicious, is New Haven-style pizza, known in local vernacular as apizza. New Haven-style is thin like New York pizza, but if you walk into an apizza parlor and order a “plain,” you’ll get one without mootz (pronounced as foots), or mozzarella.
While we’re on the subject, some parts of the country call them ‘pizza pies’.
3. PIE OR PIZZA?
While to east coasters, it might feel perfectly natural to say “pie” when referring to a whole pizza, not so for those in other regions. In an informal poll I conducted, “pie” was described by west coasters as “pretentious” and “only something someone in a movie would say,” while one Brooklynite described those who didn’t use “pie” as “heathens.” The reason for this sharp divide is unclear. (Mental Floss)
Others, no mention of pie (some places think you are requesting a dessert!)
Great. Now I’m hungry, with no pizza places open (0730 AZ time)! (And this is the 5th largest metropolitan area of the United States! A travesty!)
Doesn’t matter, I’m broke, anyway…
(from The Firearm Blog)
“THIS JUST IN: We were just informed that Wells Fargo Bank would not do business with us, refusing to provide their services based on the fact that we manufacture “weapons” (aka knives). Incredibly, this refusal came after THEY initially pursued us to gain our business. Once we had decided to go with Wells Fargo, they then pulled the plug saying they could not provide their services since we manufacture weapons…Needless to say, we are shocked and confused – considering their logo is a stagecoach and driver with a shotgun too! We felt we needed to inform the firearm and knife community of this discriminatory stance Wells Fargo has taken. Please share.“
There has been a serious increase in the number of banks refusing to do business with firearms industry companies. It’s too bad the industry doesn’t have its own banking institution. I’m sure they’d do phenomenal business both within the industry itself and by opening up to personal banking accounts. What do you think?
Visit Hogue’s website (and maybe give them some business) at www.hogueinc.com
This reminds me of the short-sighted thinking of folks who boycott Chik-Fil-A, because their founder is an unabashed Christian who closes his business on Sundays, but who will promote Muslim businesses in the name of inclusion – even though the Koran preaches killing gays.
And, my credit union, who actively promotes new customers who are illegal aliens!
And, those businesses who put up the ‘No Guns Allowed’ signs.
And bakeries who refuse to bake cakes for gay couples.
I believe businesses have the right to refuse service to anyone, as long as their refusal conforms with the law.
Of course, some laws are egregious.
Businesses who refuse to serve certain customers are simply cutting their own throat, in their pocketbook. BUT, it’s their choice – or should be.
I’m also a believer in choice – if you don’t want to support a business, don’t support them. If you don’t wish to patronize a business, don’t go there.
If you want to – go ahead.
FORTUNATELY, these businesses with ‘guns be bad’ signs don’t know whether or not I’m carrying. And I’ve been known to let management know my feelings politely on the way out…
Regardless, I A.C.E. – Always Carry Everywhere
When I was a young man, my thoughts often drifted to, well, women. And my lack of success with them.
I wrote in this venue some time ago about a friend, Chip. A sleazy character, to be sure, but I was lacking in friends at the time. And needy. One of the reasons I became his friend was his success with women. The polite version was he was simply brazen.
And I wasn’t either.
He liked to portray himself as successful elsewhere, as well. Nice cars, clothes. The appearance of money. Even if he didn’t have any. Toward that end, he joined The Playboy Club.
Something I could never afford. I could barely afford the magazine – not that I ever bought any…
But, The Playboy Club was a pretty neat place. Women in sexy Bunny costumes serving you drinks and food. Pretty good food, as I recall. And live entertainment. Not generally sleazy, but burlesque.
And we always dressed as if we belonged there. As businessmen. (The membership allowed guests!) And we got to know a couple of the Bunnies. (“D.J. – where are you?”, he said longingly.)
I remember one time when Chip invited 10 or 12 of his co-workers there to celebrate a mutual friend’s birthday at the club. Then left the bill with the birthday boy! Come to think of it, that may have been the last time we darkened their door…
But, it was a different time, at the height of the sexual revolution (the late 70s), with most women not yet feminists. Now, the clubs have closed, and Hefner just sold his mansion. Even the magazine stopped publishing nudes last December!
Guess the Internet changed many things.
(D.J., seriously. Call me…)
Even ONE of these heroes making this choice is unacceptable! (Day #7 of 22)
The Obama administration is pressuring the food industry to make foods from breads to sliced turkey less salty, proposing long-awaited sodium guidelines in an effort to prevent thousands of deaths each year from heart disease and strokeBy MARY CLARE JALONICK – Associated Press
WASHINGTON (AP) — The Obama administration is pressuring the food industry to make foods from breads to sliced turkey less salty, proposing long-awaited sodium guidelines in an effort to prevent thousands of deaths each year from heart disease and stroke.
The proposed guidelines released Wednesday are voluntary, so food companies won’t be required to comply. But the idea is to persuade companies and restaurants — many of which have already lowered sodium levels in their products — to take a more consistent approach.
It’s the first time the government has recommended such limits. Sodium content already is included on existing food labels, but the government has not set specific sodium recommendations. The guidelines suggest limits for about 150 categories of foods, from cereals to pizzas and sandwiches. There are two-year and 10-year goals.
“The totality of scientific evidence, as reviewed by many well-respected scientific organizations, continues to support lowering sodium consumption from current levels,” said Susan Mayne, director of FDA’s Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition. “In fact, it’s very difficult in the current marketplace not to consume too much sodium.”
Americans eat about 1½ teaspoons of salt daily, or 3400 milligrams. That’s about a third more than the government recommends for good health and enough to increase the risk of high blood pressure, strokes and other problems. Most of that sodium is hidden inside common processed foods and restaurant meals.
I’m overweight and diabetic. And have high blood pressure and cholesterol. Much less than I used to, in all respects, fortunately. 🙂
NOT BECAUSE THE GOVERNMENT CONTROLLED MY DIETARY CHOICES!
I don’t always make the ‘correct’ decisions with regard to the type of foods, or portions or ingredients – but, Hell, it’s my body and my choice!
(Where have I heard that before?)
Worst case scenario – IF the government controls how much salt is in commercially-produced products and restaurants (removing shakers from tables ala Bloomberg), and I feel the need, I’ll just bring my own!
Damn government control freaks!
When it rains, it pours…
Hot, crusty, cheesy, pepperoni…no WAIT! 🙂
I like symmetry. Things that go together, in balance.
A woman with a huge, uh, chest area, doesn’t appeal to me. The same goes for the bottom area.
IF the rest of her doesn’t match!
(And I don’t like Kardashians just on that principle!)
(I’m speaking in generalities here – please don’t write angry missives.)
I LOVE PIZZA! Probably too much.
Many folks have moved here (the Valley of the Sun) from New York and Chicago. And Connecticut!
And started their pizza places. Some quite yummy!
My all-time favorite is RED DEVIL. Started in 1960 by the Digeno family, their Margherita-style thin crust pizza is the BEST. With quality, savory sauce and toppings. Sadly, my roomie thinks their crust is too tough, and the location near us is not of the same quality as the original. 😦
But, it all goes together.
In search of ‘other’ pizza, we sometimes try other places around the Valley (when we have money). We have found some that were pretty good. Brooklyn V’s, owned by a NY couple and her ex-husband(?!) in Gilbert is pretty good. And reasonably priced. And the cannoli and tiramasu are to die for! Good crust, quality toppings – but (for me) the sauce is meh. No ZIP! Not even savory. Ketchup.
We only go there when J. has a medical procedure in the East Valley, and we have money, anyway…
Recently, we found a long time Valley favorite, Spinato’s. Ken and Elaine Spinato came to the Phoenix area and opened their business in 1974. From Chicago. The thin crust is to die for. And they don’t skimp on the quality toppings.
But (again) with the sauce! Slightly sweet, and no spice! MEH!
It must all go together!
If only RED DEVIL would share their sauce recipe! Or Tommy’s on Dunlap (long out-of-business)…
The search continues, both for the perfect pizza and the perfect woman.
(Of course, I’m broke until the 20th, so the search will have to wait! Both pizza and women require money. Wait – that didn’t come out right…)
Great, just like reading Brigid, now I’m hungry! Hoist on my own pizza…
(FTC – I pay for my own pizza. Get your own!)
I accompanied my roomie J. to a medical outpatient procedure yesterday morning. All went well. We have another one today, arrival time 0700 (Tuesday)
Afterward, we went out for breakfast (brunch?). It was after 10 AM.
The Henhouse Cafe, in Gilbert Arizona
We visit here often after roomie’s East Valley medical stuff – if it’s in the morning. If it’s later, we have a lunch place we visit – when we can afford to…
We both tried something new (for us) this morning. The Lemon Blueberry Mascarpone Pancake.
You’ll note this is not pancakes. Not plural.
The Henhouse Cafe is notorious for it’s LARGE pancakes! We guessed wrong (and each ordered one) when we should have shared!
Hold the Freedom Fries…
It may offer the best political science course on campus, but the lessons are lost on bureaucrats: UC-San Diego’s fabled “Che Cafe” is awash in red ink and in need of a bailout.
Students have run the restaurant, named for Cuban revolutionary Che Guevara, for 34 years, but they’ve steered it into the ground. Boasting of “exorbitantly low” prices, the vegan co-op and concert venue that once hosted an up-and-coming Nirvana has cost the student body nearly $1 million over the years, and isn’t kept up to fire or safety codes. The ragtag band of volunteer staffers, who call themselves a “collective,” faced eviction in March, but have persuaded the school to save their beloved stronghold.More @ Fox
I had to run an errand (make certain I’d enough funds in the bank to pay my auto insurance! Thanks again for your kind assistance T&K!)
While I was running about I decided to drive-through Dutch Bros. Coffee. (I do also visit that other coffee place, but, Dutch Bros. has openly supported firearms rights of their employees!) There is one just up the block from home.
And I got my usual – a medium Cafe’ Americano (coffee), unsweetened, with extra cream – iced. And, as I had never tried one, a Grandma Ruthie’s Chocolate Chip Muffin Top! (For those who have never tried one, a muffin top is pretty much as described, a large, soft cookie, resembling the top torn off a muffin! YUMMY! (Mrs. Field’s used to also sell her version – delicious!)
I returned home, and leisurely drank my coffee and wolfed-down said muffin top.
Then I read the package labeling.
Although our location has changed, the original recipes and handmade process has always remained the same. We refuse to skimp on the ingredients and will always stay committed to use only the highest premium quality available.
Then, the ingredients (in the fine print)…
Yep, just like Grandma used to make – If she had been a Monsanto chemist!
Now, don’t get me wrong. It tasted wonderful! And, I’d no allusions that it had been made a dozen-at-a-time in some old lady’s kitchen…
But, the advertising was a little sketchy.
And yes, I will probably purchase another in the future.
FTC – I bought everything mentioned. Go Away!
Kent (of Kent’s Hooligan Libertarian Blog) recently mused regarding the subject of animals, their ‘rights’, and his wearing of buckskin and eating animal flesh. And the spurious arguments of radical vegetarians. The money quote, to wit:
“I know how many vertebrates died for me to make my jacket. Three deer, a pig (for the brains I used to tan the hides), and an elk, which is where the sinew used to sew the jacket came from. (Various numbers of yellow jackets were also crushed when I rung out the wet hides during tanning.)
“How many animals died due to the farming or manufacture, and transportation, of your cotton, nylon, or hemp clothing? Habitat loss, agricultural chemicals, the trucks and factories and fuel all took a toll on animals. Both of us wear clothes that resulted in death. At least I own it.” (end)
Now, I’ve no argument with the rank-and-file vegan or fruititarian with regard to their lifestyle choice. Some varieties might be healthier than my choices. But, some seem bent on making me change my lifestyle choices, because they see theirs as the true way. Much like a religious zealot. Or a
global cooling, global warming, climate change, climate disruption (or whatever they are calling it this week) zealot.
As with any other good for you philosophy – when tied to a political agenda, it loses it’s purity.
Because it’s for the children. Or Mother Earth. Or Gaia. Or whatever they are calling it this week.
MY (libertarian-philosophical) choice is generally to leave others alone. I try to pass this knowledge onto to others who are receptive to it. If they are not, that’s their business.
Learning to leave others alone to their business is freeing. And less stressful.
It’s for the children, ya know!
(I’m gonna go have a bacon cheeseburger now! With onion straws, cheddar, barbeque sauce and mustard. And crisp French fries. Your choices may vary. And that’s okay.)
But rather, My Breakfast with Murphy’s Law!
This new-fangled Internet thing is a fantastic place! Not only do we get to have stuff delivered by The Brown Truck of Happiness ™ after a few clicks of a mouse (funds or credit permitting), get to communicate via Email, text, and Skype, but sometimes we get to develop friendships unheard of only a few years ago.
I am speaking, of course, of meeting persons we otherwise previously might have no knowledge of. Like fellow gun bloggers!
Sure, we can speak on our cellular telephones with such folks, and that too is very cool. But sometimes they have the means to visit our communities old-school.
And we get to break bread together.
Murphy’s Law and I have exchanged numerous emails over the years, and commented on each other’s blogs. I was fortunate yesterday to have him pass through my little berg and take me to breakfast!
@ 0700 (Yikes!) He originally wanted 0600!
To be fair, he was on his way South, and wanted to cross the bulk of the desert before the heat of the day. As it was 108* here, yesterday, I completely agreed.
We met at a local, independent diner not far from where I live. We compared notes about our lives, disabilities, guns and such, and had a great time.
I only hope (as I don’t have the financial means to travel) that he’s able to stop by again some time. Perhaps in the more temperate months? (hint, hint).
As we say here in the Southwest (if we’re sick-and twisted. as I am): Vaya con queso*, my friend!
*go with cheese