As always, all photos (unless indicated otherwise) are copyright DeepFriedKudzu.
Also from Saveur, in the March issue: the recipe for the Rhett Butler cocktail served at Cedar Grove in Vicksburg.
The Met is going to be open seven days a week beginning July 1.
The FBI said this week that they know who stole $500MM in art from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston, but the statute of limitations is up on prosecuting them. There is a reward for information leading to the return of the artwork, still, of course. The frames from which paintings were taken still hang on the walls.
The former downtown post office on 6th Street in Tuscumbia is now City Hall, and the 1939 post office mural, ‘Chief Tuscumbia Greets the Dickson Family‘ by Jack McMillan is hanging there in the entrance.
What is the future of Tujague’s? Please don’t let that fried-chicken-and-tshirt-shop rumor be true.
Auburn will begin removing the oaks at Toomer’s Corner on April 23. Some series of poles and lines (which really doesn’t sound that great) will replace them so fans can still roll after game wins. Some other kind of structure will be built after the 2013 season.
(above, from one of our visits to John Besh’s August)
Highlands Bar and Grill in B’ham has been named a finalist for this year’s James Beard Awards as is John Besh with August. A million mazel tovs also to Justin Devillier of La Petite Grocery in NOLA, Tory McPhail of Commander’s, Alon Shaya of Domenica, and Sue Zemanick of Gautreau’s. Yay to Prince’s in Nashville for being a JBF ‘America’s Classic’ and Emeril, recognized for his humanitarian works too.
The owners of the ‘Derby Pie’ trademark are *fervent* protectors of that name — although everyone probably has an old-old spiral-bound church or Sisterhood or co-op cookbook with a recipe of that name in it, which slipped by — over 25 times they’ve sued others, including PBS and their own chocolate chip supplier Nestle, and now they have aimed their lawyers at Claudia Sanders Dinner House (named after Col. Sanders’ wife) in Shelbyville, Kentucky, for using it.
From the Lexington H-L:
The dispute arose over whether servers at the restaurant were calling their pie “Derby Pie.” Kern’s Kitchen, which created the popular pie in 1954, holds a trademark on the term.
Kern’s Kitchen’s attorney Donald Cox said they asked the restaurant to stop using the term, but management wouldn’t. A message left at Claudia Sanders Dinner House wasn’t immediately returned Friday.
“I don’t think it was on the menu. I think it was with the servers and what they called it,” Cox said.
Sure enough, look at the menu, and they’re calling it ‘Claudia’s Kentucky Pie’ not ‘Derby Pie’.
Bon Appetit won a legal victory when a judge in 1987 found the name to be generic, but the U.S. 6th Circuit Court of Appeals overturned that decision.
Also: the bakery that owns the trademark to ‘Derby Pie’ doesn’t use pecans like most of us do when making that kind of pie — they use walnuts. And not just walnuts, but California walnuts.
BTW, if you ever feel like making something akin to this pie, I’d suggest something like this recipe at Epicurious which is just missing about 2/3 c of flour, and more chocolate to make about 1 cup of that (that’s why I think so many reviewers mention the filling isn’t adequate for larger pie shells), and you can decide which nuts you’d like to use between pecans or walnuts (pecans always get my vote) and whether or not to keep the bourbon in.
The WSJ writes about the attention on Zelda.
Wow!! This is how critics review movies in Ireland — in this case, The Paperboy. Just a few bits (and really, you have to read the whole thing for yourself, I left out so much).
So why is nobody standing up for the American South?…
On the outskirts of Faulkner Grove and Miller Falls, they are forever marrying their sisters, eating their neighbours’ innards and dancing sweatily on rain- drenched balconies.
William Faulkner and Tennessee Williams did at least enter the world in the deep south. Lee Daniels, director of this absurdly overheated, comically lubricious drama, has no such get-out clause…
In The Paperboy, Kidman appears to have made a conscious effort to burst free from the ghetto of impassivity. The Australian mangles every vowel (and a few passing consonants) as a hot-
headed loon named – these crazy monikers won’t stop coming – Charlotte Bless. For no sensible reason, she has fallen in love with Van Wetter and dreams of securing his release and making little Bless-Van Wetters…
With Precious and The Paperboy, Daniels has confirmed his status as the most emotionally incontinent director of his generation. Every damp shot throbs with passion, pain, anger, distress, love, envy or desire (sometimes all at once). Cinemas may wish to think about installing cold showers in the foyer.
From Zagat’s ‘Best Thing We Ate This Week’: deep-fried deviled eggs.
Lonnie Holley at the Whitney this week.