Population Statistic: Read. React. Repeat.
Tuesday, November 09, 2021

Both William Faulkner (allegedly) and my old creative writing professor (even more allegedly) made it a point to re-read “Madame Bovary” every year.

Me? I’ve made it a point to re-read Peter Gent’s “North Dallas Forty” annually.

Which is what I’m doing right now, about a chapter-and-a-half in. I’m actually late, because in previous years, the start of the National Football League season served as my cue to crack open the book. I guess the histrionics of this 2010 NFL season distracted me from my reading ritual. That, and life in general…

Anyway. I’ve remedied this lapse by picking up my worn copy today, and diving into it once again. Good thing, too, because “North Dallas” is essential reading for getting into a proper gridiron state of mind. At least I think so; no question that I hold an obscurely minority opinion there. Sure, it’s repetitive and outdated to revisit the excesses of a (mostly) fictitious 1970s NFL squad… But then again, the game seems to be acquiring an unbearable sameness as the years pile up, too. Why not reinforce the sense of sporting ennui?

And to draw on a quote from the book (actually, the movie, but let’s not split hairs): Ultimately, we’re all just whores anyway; might as well be the best. Cheerful thought to carry us through to Super Bowl season. And, perhaps, enough to mollify the aforementioned literary figures at the top of this post — at least, Faulkner…

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 11/09/2021 11:24pm
Category: Football, Publishing
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I’m sure someone could make a killing from selling ice cream bread by the slice:

Essentially you combine your favorite ice cream with a few cups of self-rising flour and the rest is magic. Two of our favorite things, bread and ice cream, come together in a fabulous marriage to create a light, sweet bread.

Funny, when I first heard of this culinary marriage, I thought it would be some variation on a baked Alaska. If not a flaming baked Alaska! Ice cream bread sounds much less complicated, and probably more satisfying, to boot.

I’m not much of a cook, and exponentially less of a baker, so I’m not brave enough to try this. But I’ll gladly scarf down someone else’s oven-fresh creation of, say, chocolate-chip mint loaf. I expect to see a street cart selling this stuff by next summer, directly jostling with the established cupcake kiosks-on-wheels.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 11/09/2021 09:20pm
Category: Food
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