Kansas City Star. Got no exact date for this one, but it must needs antedate 1895, because that’s when author Eugene Field kicked the bucket at age 45. You probably remember Field best from such children’s rhymes as “Wynken, Blynken and Nod” and “The Gingham Dog and the Calico Cat,” but he also had some pretty deep thoughts on pies and the womanly makers of pies. I guess by now I don’t have to tell you what the climactic pie on his list will be.
So here it’s the coconut pie rather than mince that’s associated with bad dreams. Interesting to note too that the range of acceptable colors for pumpkin pie is a spectrum between gold and purple. I’ve read somewhere before about pumpkins used to be as variegated a crop as apples or tomatoes, but then got standardized into its current homogeneous and orange condition. The notion of a Roman purple pumpkin pie strikes me as appealing.
Never had squash pie.
This is actually quite naughty, if you think about it, what with the plums and the sweetmeats and the savory juices being qualities attributed to a woman in a family paper. But then suddenly our man forgets about sex and moves on to the real object of his passion:
The alleged quotations from Dr. Johnson play upon these two originals:
“Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison.”
“Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.”
Dunno much about Horace or what the original model for the lines here might be. Melynda, you got anything?