Back in high school, some of the kids tried Fruit Striped Gum because of the line on Pauls Boutique (“I got more flavor than fruit striped gum!”)
I started drinking Snapple in the '90s because of Seinfeld. I haven’t had it in years though.
That was mine too. Disgusting! The Queen must have had some kick-ass powers to make anyone want to eat more of it. I prefer to think of Turkish delight the way I imagined it as a kid; definitely something chocolatey.
I adapted a tuna salad recipe from an Ellery Queen novel, leaving out the poison.
Commander Taggart’s favorite meal.
I had to invent a Tequila Fannybanger after reading about it in Bloom County.
It turned out to be a not too bad summer drink and really did get me hammered that one weekend.
A few years ago I came across a website (no longer in existence) that had a lot of old TV commercial jingles. One was for Lowenbrau beer, which I hadn’t heard of in years. It still exists, so I bought a six-pack or two.
The jingle was some hokey song about two friends who met for the first time in a while: “Here’s to good friends, tonight is kind of special…”
Yeah, I hate mayonnaise too.
Yep, fried green tomatoes.
Cornish pasties. I read about them in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods and they sounded good so I found a recipe online. They’re one of my favorite foods now.
Caucasian - The Big Lebowski
Milk and Pepsi - Laverne and Shirley - Loved it!
Also, I would like to drink everything mentioned in Hemingway’s Garden of Eden.
I once leafed through the Nero Wolfe cookbook, - a genre called ‘continental cooking’ - but as I don’t have a chef on call 24/7 or access to a brace of pheasants, I can only dream on.
However! I have had GREAT success with Sticky Toffee Pudding (or something similar) mentioned in some Harry Potter book, made with dates and brown sugar. Even better with Whiskey Sauce.
I love culinary mysteries and have tried a lot of recipes from some of the authors. Diane Mott Davidson and Joanne Fluke come to mind.
Well, I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer…
Tupelo Honey is not all Van Morrison says it is, it has an aftertaste I don’t care for.
When Jimmy Stewart arrives in San Diego in Spirit of St. Louis, his hosts (at the company which will manufacture the title airplane) offer him sand dabs heated with a welder’s torch. They’re bad.
So when I saw sand dabs at a California restaurant–we don’t have them here in the Midwest–I had to order them. They weren’t heated with a welder’s torch, though, and damn, they were good.
“I like that black fucking darjeeling,” got me interested in teas. It only took Al Swearengen’s recommenation.
Vodka Martinis - shaken AND stirred.
The Fountains of Wayne song Red Dragon Tattoo inspired me to try Basil Hayden’s bourbon. Tasty stuff!
Fava Beans