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Posted on 10/07/2008 11:43:27 PM PDT by nickcarraway
AMHERST, Mass., — Some students join for pie. Others show up for the Bard. Whatever their reasons are for joining the new Shakespeare and Pie club at Hampshire College, first-year student and club founder Josh Parr is pretty happy with the response.
Parr started reading Shakespeare in high school, and the idea to pair Shakespearean discussion and snacks came to him shortly after he arrived on the Hampshire campus. The addition of pie, he said, was something he hoped would boost the club's popularity.
"I had a few friends who were interested in a Shakespeare club. But everybody loves pie," said Parr.
At the first meeting, ingredients needed for baking apple, chocolate, and pumpkin pies filled the center island of the Merrill House kitchen, and, as it is a literary club, each one had to be named. "Apples You Like It," "Death by Chocolate," and "Puck-in Pie" were the eventual winners. Thanks to funding through the Hampshire College Theater Board, meetings will be well stocked for the first few weeks.
"They're paying for all the pie," Parr said.
The work of making those pies, though, falls to the students. At the first meeting, those who couldn't find a spot to chop, stir, or mix headed off into a far corner, where a copy of Shakespeare's collected works got the literary half of the meeting started. It was soon clear that these weren't Elizabethan-era novices, as quotes started flying, comparisons were drawn between everything from "Titus" to "The Tempest," and a reading list was drawn up for the next semester.
When Tara Pozo, also a first-year student, heard of the group, she realized it would fit right in with what she had been doing back home in Raleigh, North Carolina.
"I'm part of two Shakespearian troupes, the Bare Theatre and the Nickel Shakespeare Girls, a Renaissance Faire performing troupe," she said. "I'm kind of a jukebox of Shakespeare. Name the play and I'll do a speech from it."
It's that kind of interest Parr anticipated when he started the club. Meetings, complete with pies ready for naming, will be scheduled regularly throughout the semester.
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Well, that beats the “Porn and Chicken” club hands down.”
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Thanks nickcarraway. I'd enjoy a slice of elderberry pie right about now. |
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Didn’t they do this for “La Resistance” in the South Park Movie? BTW, can we expect a South Park ping tonight?
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your mother is a hamster and your father smells of elderberries.
For to make Tartys in Applis
Tak gode Applys and pare them cleane and core theim as ye will a Quince. Tak gode Spycis and Figys then make your coffyne after this maner take a little faire water and halfe a disshe of butter and a little safron and set all this vpon a chafyngdisshe till it be hote.
Then temper your flower with this vpon a chafyngdissh till it be hote then temper your floure with this said licour and the white of two egges and also make your coffyn and ceason your apples with Sinamon ginger and suger inough.
Then put them into your coffyn and laie halfe a disshe of butter aboue them and close your coffyn and so bake them.
Whye goeth ye to suchhe trouble, whenne one hath figyes? Juste maketh thee a figye pudding, and throweth thine applys at thine scoffers!
That sounds like an awful lot of butter. Yum!
I only wish butter in the supermarket wasn’t so watered down(milked down?. I can barely taste that it’s butter. I used to make butter myself, I know what it tastes like.
Useth not foule watyr, only faire, or the coffyn that holdeth yon appyls will surely holdeth thine own remains on the morrow.
Sounds good to me.
http://www.spaff.com/poesy/shakespearean_pie.html
A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How, alas, poor Yorick’s jokes drew groans
He’d dance and sing and kiss my hand
Like Elsinore was Neverland
But then he went and joined the Skull and Bones
And now, Horatio, I get shivers
With every line the ghost delivers
All the Globe has been dark
‘Cause something rots in Denmark
I can’t recall a thing as weird
As when dear old Daddy reappeared
To say that he’d been poison-eared
The day King Hamlet died
So:
To be or to choose not to be?
That’s the question I’m digestin’ in my soliloquy
And when fortune aims its slings and arrows at me
Tell me how I’m gonna live through Act III?
Answer, please, iambically
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