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Category Archives: Hot mince pie

The Daily Picayune, September 25, 1883. Oh maaaan, that is beyond Gothic. Inferably the animal must have pulled and torqued and worried the man’s neck until his head broke clean off. Then there would have been a season of intense insect and scavenger activity until the bone was stripped. But exactly what kind of evidence underwrote the supposition that said skull was that of a negro? Was this the opinion of some armchair physical anthropologist, or did the hard-luck scenario that produced this trophy just strike our hunting party as a black thing? Read More »

San Jose Evening News, June 3, 1904. Time to touch base with mince pie. Read more.

I just found out that my mince pie article is a finalist for a James Beard Award for best fish-and-chips wrapper of the year. It seems I am on a short list of three. I like those odds. It’s an honor just to be nominated, of course (and damn, would I love to win).

Fort Worth Telegraph, April 12, 1921. Y’all remember Dr. Andre Tridon, the pioneering grand fromage of American Freudianism, who warned white Americans back in the day that they were committing slow race suicide via their “unspeakable diet” of corned beef and mince pie? Well, doggerelist  James J. Montague refuted him thus. I pretty much agree here with the poet: Where corned beef and cabbage is concerned, quality of life considerations trump  niceties like  personal longevity and the struggle for racial dominance. Then mince pie!

New London, Connecticut, Morning News, September 3, 1847. The mutability of mince and the radical indeterminacy of its contents notwithstanding, one man was willing to set parameters. “Salt junk” is salt pork.

Philadelphia Inquirer, November 13, 1900. Been a while since we ran a mince-related story, though this particular item is not exactly without precedent. I wonder why the mince spirits have it in so bad for 3-year-old boys.

Chicago Tribune, May 17, 1908. First item: Such is the condescension faced by avian-Americans even unto this day: A super-sentient chicken is memorialized not for its astonishing intellectual powers but the brute physical fact that it laid two eggs a day.
Second item: grand theft mince is arguably a self-punishing crime.

The cover story of the Chicago Reader this week is all mince and all mine. Check it out.

Harper’s Magazine, December, 1942. From an essay on the difficulty of finding good help during wartime by Dame Rebecca West (“Dinner for the Man Who Came to Dinner”). The dish in question sounds most intriguing.

Harper’s Magazine, November 1894. I’ll caption this for the visually impaired:

“Well, Jack, I suppose you’re very thankful for something to-day?”

“I dun’no’ yet. I’ll tell you to-morrow.”

“To-morrow? And why to-morrow?”

“I dun’no’ how I’ll feel after those four pieces of mince pie and three saucers of cranberry.”