Apple pie and cheese

The best physicians

Is apple pie and cheese

D dealt it. E eat it. F fought for it.

"A Apple Pie and Other Nursery Tales"

Jag skulle tro att det vanligaste sättet att äta sin äppelpaj i dag, är med glass — men faktum är att det en gång i tiden nog var vanligare att äta den med ost, helst cheddarost. Med tanke på att man gärna åt äppelpaj till frukost, så är det inte konstigt — förresten så är det ju vanligt att äta frukt och ost till dessert.

På nätet hittar jag den här kommentaren:

“I can tell you that years ago (like about 30) in the state of Wisconsin it was illegal to serve apple pie without cheese! The law is probably not enforced anymore but I remember it.”

Jag har aldrig hört talas om den lagen, och kan inte svara för sanningshalten i påståendet.

I min kokbok “The Best of Shaker Cooking” kommer de med det här förslaget:

Grate 2/3 cup Cheddar cheese generously over pie and heat in 350°F. oven just long enough to make pie hot and melt cheese. This is good when using day-old pie.”

Andra recept föreslår att man har cirka 1 hg riven ost i pajdegen, förutom den ost man river över äpplena innan man lägger på deglocket.

Apple-Pie and Cheese

Full many a sinful notion

Conceived of foreign powers

Has come across the ocean

To harm this land of ours;

And heresies called fashions

Have modestly effaced,

And baleful morbid passions

Corrupt our native taste.

O tempora! O mores!

What profanations these

That seek to dim the glories

Of apple-pie and cheese!

I'm glad my education

Enables me to stand

Against the vile temptation

Held out on every hand;

Eschewing all the tittles

With vanity replete,

I'm loyal to the victuals

Our grandsires used to eat!

I'm glad I've got three willing boys

To hang around and tease

Their mother for the filling joys

Of apple-pie and cheese!

Your flavored creams and ices

And your dainty angel-food

Are mighty fine devices

To regale the dainty dude;

Your terrapin and oysters,

With wine to wash 'em down,

Are just the thing for roisters

When painting of the town;

No flippant, sugared notion

Shall my appetite appease,

Or bate my soul's devotion

To apple-pie and cheese!

The pie my Julia makes me

(God bless her Yankee ways!)

On memory's pinions takes me

To dear Green Mountain days;

And seems like I see Mother

Lean on the window-sill,

A-handin' me and brother

What she knows'll keep us still;

And these feelings are so grateful,

Says I, "Julia, if you please,

I'll take another plateful

Of that apple-pie and cheese!"

And cheese! No alien it, sir,

That's brought across the sea, —

No Dutch antique, nor Switzer,

Nor glutinous de Brie;

There's nothing I abhor so

As mawmets of this ilk —

Give me the harmless morceau

That's made of true-blue milk!

No matter what conditions

Dyspeptic come to feaze,

The best of all physicians

Is apple-pie and cheese!

Though ribalds may decry 'em,

For these twin boons we stand,

Partaking thrice per diem

Of their fulness out of hand;

No enervating fashion

Shall cheat us of our right

To gratify our passion

With a mouthful at a bite!

We'll cut it square or bias,

Or any way we please,

And faith shall justify us

When we carve our pie and cheese!

De gustibus, 't is stated,

Non disputandum est.

Which meaneth, when translated,

That all is for the best.

So let the foolish choose 'em

The vapid sweets of sin,

I will not disabuse 'em

Of the heresy they're in;

But I, when I undress me

Each night upon my knees

Will ask the Lord to bless me

With apple-pie and cheese!

Eugene Field