We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I haven't thought about this old-timey Yankee diner dessert for many years, but someone brought it up the other day, and I am now hungry for one.
As I recall, the last time I had a slice of one was at a diner with my grandfather. Cannot think about the pie without remembering that polo- and poker-playing, shootin', fishin' slacker gramps of mine, who preferred shopping for horses, and dealing in sailboats and Elco yachts (leaving his real business to others) to regular work - and who died way too young of a series of MIs, at 63.
Boston Cream Pie is Yankee-simple, unfashionable, unsophisticated, and darn tasty, and it's a cake, not a pie, with potent if short-lasting anti-depressant properties.
Yum-yum...Looks good to my kiddies also...mercifully I can tell the truth when I say it's too complicated and we don't have time to make it before Sunday school...I will surprise them with Boston Cream Dunkin donuts on the way to church lest they think that their God is a depriving one...Anyway, must resist it myself as am on a diet in that lean time after the Halloween candy runs out and before Christmas cookie baking begins....
The other delicious treat that appeals on a grey and rainy Sunday afternoon is cheesecake with fresh berries and sour cream. Again, you delay gratification so long that the pleasure is double...
Also contrasts help. The one drawback to Boston Cream Pie is that it is all sweet. Something bitter, something strong, might make it even more irresistible. Maybe shavings of bitter chocolate on top, or just drinking black coffee with it? Never love the cream puffs, the complicated ambivalent ones intrigue more...Tho simple is good at times...
I love Boston Creme Pie, and the one drawback to living in the south is that finding it, and finding made right is a rare thing. I have to content myself with frozen store made and I have yet to find a decent specimen this side of the mason dixon. Either the cake is too moist or not enough, or the chocolate (ganache?) on top isn't right.
Heck, wish I could figure out how to make it myself. I may be a southern boy, but as an American I have my share of Yankee ingenuity.
That is life- there are foods that I love here that you really can't find anywhere else. Makes me glad to be an American and realize while we have so many regional varieties and differences, as a nation we have rich food and folk heritage.
I'm with J.C. Mom would pick up a frozen one every now and then when I was little and they tasted just good enough to make me want a real one. I know of an eating establishment that serves a Southern 'meat-n-three', but they actually make a decent B.C.P. as well. I've never had one up North to compare it to the real McCoy, but it'll do.