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Bolo De Brunch De Semente De Mirtilo E Papoula

Bolo De Brunch De Semente De Mirtilo E Papoula


Ingredientes

Para o bolo

  • 2/3 xícaras de açúcar
  • 1/2 xícara de margarina ou manteiga, amolecida
  • 2 colheres de chá de casca de limão ralada
  • 1 ovo
  • 1 1/2 xícara de farinha Pillsbury BEST de uso geral ou não branqueada
  • 2 colheres de sopa de semente de papoula
  • 1/2 colher de chá de bicarbonato de sódio
  • 1/4 colher de chá de sal
  • 1/2 xícara de creme de leite

Para o recheio

  • 2 xícaras de mirtilos frescos ou congelados, descongelados, escorridos em toalhas de papel
  • 1/3 xícara de açúcar
  • 2 colheres de chá Pillsbury BEST de farinha multifuncional ou não branqueada
  • 1/4 colher de chá de noz-moscada

Para o Glaze

  • 1/3 xícara de açúcar de confeiteiro
  • 1-2 colheres de chá de leite

Porções 8

Calorias por dose 374

Equivalente de folato (total) 78 µg 19%

Riboflavina (B2) 0,2 mg 11,4%


Bake-Off # 34 - Parte I: Bolo Brunch de Blueberry Poppyseed

Quando eu era criança, minha avó Mimi e eu víamos receitas no supermercado do Pillsbury Bake-Off e especulávamos sobre o concurso. Nenhum de nós jamais pensou em entrar. Então, muitos anos depois, enviei uma receita simples e descobri que fiz parte do Bake-Off de 1990. Ganhar era a coisa mais distante da minha imaginação. Isso foi há vinte e dois anos, um acontecimento muito inesperado.

“My” Bake-Off aconteceu em The Pointe em South Mountain, resort nas colinas fora de Phoenix. Se eu tivesse alguma ideia de como o Bake-Off é um evento excepcional, teria trazido meu marido Greg comigo. Felizmente, trouxe minha amiga e colega Priscilla Yee. Eu nunca tinha participado de um concurso antes e ela era uma veterana. Nós saboreamos cada momento do evento muito elegante de três dias. Infelizmente para Greg, ele logo se tornou minha secretária eletrônica 24 horas por dia, 7 dias por semana, em Petaluma, Califórnia.

Uma coisa única sobre o Bake-Off de 1990 é que foi o último ano em que a Pillsbury Company foi propriedade da família Pillsbury. A empresa foi comprada por uma holding na Grã-Bretanha. Como vencedor daquele ano, tive o privilégio especial de conhecer o Sr. e a Sra. Pillsbury, pessoas amáveis ​​e gentis de uma época passada. Houve muita especulação no concurso sobre se este seria realmente o último Bake-Off de todos os tempos. Como os novos proprietários administrariam a empresa? O que eles fariam sobre o Bake-Off?

Todos nós temos grandes idéias de como é ser "famoso", mesmo que a fama seja apenas momentânea. O Bake-Off tem tudo a ver com publicidade para a Pillsbury Company, então há uma grande fanfarra para o vencedor, já que a mídia em todos os níveis espalha a palavra por todo o país. Mas como é realmente?

Houve um atraso na programação na manhã em que o vencedor foi anunciado. Dizia-se que Willard Scott estava esperando por sua peruca, que teve de ser enviada por um mensageiro especial da cidade de Nova York. Isso foi antes de Willard decidir que sua cabeça parecia bem sem um tapete. Quando meu bolo de brunch com sementes de papoula de mirtilo foi anunciado como o vencedor, eu estava sentado em uma das mesas ocupadas pelos cem participantes. Minhas pernas de repente pareciam espaguete mole. Tudo o que vi entre mim e Willard Scott foi cerca de um milhão de cabos elétricos espalhados pelo chão, presos ao acaso com fita adesiva e um conjunto de escadas que levava ao palco. Enquanto tentava andar normalmente, meu coração batia forte em meus ouvidos. Eu não tinha certeza se conseguiria ser famosa!

Você conseguiu andar de limusine?

Quando fui selecionado como um dos competidores do Bake-Off, me disseram para trazer uma roupa extra para usar no Today Show se eu vencesse. Bem, eu certamente não iria ganhar, então não adiantava trazer roupas para vestir em Nova York. Além disso, embora eu não seja supersticioso, trazer aquele traje extra era com certeza garantir que eu não iria ganhar. Então, eu não trouxe um.

A roupa que pude usar no grande dia do Bake-Off comprei em Santa Rosa, CA em uma loja maravilhosa que já não existe: The Great American Short Story. (Eu sou baixo.) Era uma blusa de mangas compridas e saia até a panturrilha combinando em um tecido de linho em uma cor sólida fúcsia quente. Era uma cor boa para mim e os fotógrafos adoraram. Eles me disseram para usá-lo em Nova York também.

No vôo do avião para o leste, sentei-me em meu assento o mais calmamente possível, acompanhado por Marlene Johnson, de Pillsbury, e um assessor de imprensa da cidade de Nova York. Eu só conseguia pensar na minha saia, agora seriamente enrugada, e na minha pobre blusa, não apenas amassada, mas manchada nas axilas. Às vezes eu suo profusamente. Essa foi uma dessas vezes, e descobri que o tecido apresentava manchas de água. Não contei a ninguém sobre meu dilema enquanto explorava mentalmente minhas opções.

Chegamos ao pequeno e antigo hotel perto do Rockefeller Center por volta das dez da noite. Disseram-me para dormir um pouco, já que tínhamos que estar no set do Today Show às quatro da manhã. O pensamento era que um pouco de sono poderia ajudar com as olheiras sob meus olhos. Mim? Estava pensando na minha saia e blusa! Assim que estava em segurança atrás da minha porta fechada, liguei para a recepção do hotel para ver se poderia limpar minha roupa durante a noite. Afinal, era a cidade de Nova York! Não tive essa sorte no Plano B.

O plano B envolvia tentar lavar as axilas da minha blusa na pia do banheiro com o frasquinho de xampu de cortesia. A água ficou rosa brilhante. As manchas de água nas axilas aumentaram. A única coisa a fazer era lavar a blusa inteira (somente lavagem a seco) ... incluindo as ombreiras grandes e grossas. Um pouco depois, com a blusa no cabide e todas as toalhas de banho agora fúcsia quente, a dúvida era como secar a coisa nas próximas três horas. O pequeno hotel antigo tinha radiadores antigos. Aumentei o aquecedor o máximo que pude e, em seguida, empilhei as cadeiras para pendurar a blusa sobre o radiador. A sala estava agora muito quente! Tive que ficar pelado! Me senti um idiota. Os tolos podem ser famosos? OK. Agora, se eu fechasse meus olhos por um tempo, as bolsas escuras iriam embora?

Duas horas depois, concluí que as ombreiras nunca secariam. É realmente difícil remover algo assim sem uma tesoura, mas de alguma forma consegui. A blusa só estava úmida agora, então, esquecendo as olheiras, peguei uma das cadeiras como tábua de passar e com meu pequeno ferro de viagem, tentei apertar a saia até um certo grau de desgaste. O tempo todo, fico pensando em como não sou muito bom em ser famoso. Estou agindo mais como uma garotinha de fazenda da Mosquito Lake Road, em Deming, Washington.

Surpreendentemente, na manhã seguinte no estúdio, eu não parecia muito malfeita. Graças ao “estilista de comida” (um novo termo para mim eles vêm com uma cozinha portátil em uma caixa de apetrechos), o lugar cheirava a uma padaria. Gene Shalit foi muito amigável enquanto esperava impacientemente por uma fatia de bolo, e eu realmente me diverti na minha entrevista para a câmera com Bryant Gumbel. No entanto, tive que sorrir um pouco mais tarde naquele dia, quando conversei com minha irmã. Sua visão da grandeza da celebridade era muito contrária ao modo como passei minha noite sem dormir. Ela perguntou: "Você andou de limusine?"

Ganhei $ 40.000 em dinheiro no Bake-Off, bem como uma reforma de cozinha de $ 10.000 da Sears. Os coletores de impostos federais e estaduais pegaram $ 20.000 do meu dinheiro. Com dois filhos na faculdade, os $ 20.000 restantes foram muito bem-vindos e foram embora rapidamente!

Nos meses após o Bake-Off, usamos a publicidade local para arrecadar dinheiro para o Hospital Petaluma Valley. Pillsbury enviou a fantasia de Dough Boy e meu marido e meus filhos a usaram em desfiles e outros eventos de arrecadação de fundos. Nós nos divertimos muito e me senti (e ainda me sinto) extremamente sortudo em todos os sentidos pela experiência maravilhosa.

Vários meses depois do Bake-Off, eu estava sentado em meu escritório em San Francisco quando recebi um telefonema de meu filho Brian, então estudante de engenharia na WSU em Pullman, Washington. Ele disse: “Mãe, você viu o jornal hoje?” “Ainda não”, respondi. "Você está sentado" "Sim, por quê?" “Mãe, eles vão continuar o Pillsbury Bake-Off. E, mãe, o prêmio será de um milhão de dólares! ” E isso, como Paul Harvey costumava dizer, é o resto da história.


Bake-Off # 34 - Parte I: Bolo Brunch de Blueberry Poppyseed

Quando eu era criança, minha avó Mimi e eu víamos receitas no supermercado do Pillsbury Bake-Off e especulávamos sobre o concurso. Nenhum de nós jamais pensou em entrar. Então, muitos anos depois, eu enviei uma receita simples e descobri que fiz parte do Bake-Off de 1990. Ganhar era a coisa mais distante da minha imaginação. Isso foi há vinte e dois anos, um acontecimento muito inesperado.

“My” Bake-Off aconteceu em The Pointe em South Mountain, resort nas colinas fora de Phoenix. Se eu tivesse alguma ideia de como o Bake-Off é um evento excepcional, teria trazido meu marido Greg comigo. Felizmente, trouxe minha amiga e colega Priscilla Yee. Eu nunca tinha participado de um concurso antes e ela era uma veterana. Nós saboreamos cada momento do evento muito elegante de três dias. Infelizmente para Greg, ele logo se tornou minha secretária eletrônica 24 horas por dia, 7 dias por semana, em Petaluma, Califórnia.

Uma coisa única sobre o Bake-Off de 1990 é que foi o último ano em que a Pillsbury Company foi propriedade da família Pillsbury. A empresa foi comprada por uma holding na Grã-Bretanha. Como vencedor daquele ano, tive o privilégio especial de conhecer o Sr. e a Sra. Pillsbury, pessoas amáveis ​​e gentis de uma época passada. Houve muita especulação no concurso sobre se este seria realmente o último Bake-Off de todos os tempos. Como os novos proprietários administrariam a empresa? O que eles fariam sobre o Bake-Off?

Todos nós temos grandes idéias de como é ser "famoso", mesmo que a fama seja apenas momentânea. O Bake-Off tem tudo a ver com publicidade para a Pillsbury Company, então há uma grande fanfarra para o vencedor, já que a mídia em todos os níveis espalha a palavra por todo o país. Mas como é realmente?

Houve um atraso na programação na manhã em que o vencedor foi anunciado. Dizia-se que Willard Scott estava esperando por sua peruca, que teve de ser enviada por um mensageiro especial da cidade de Nova York. Isso foi antes de Willard decidir que sua cabeça parecia bem sem um tapete. Quando meu Bolo Brunch de Semente de Papoula de Blueberry foi revelado como o vencedor, eu estava sentado em uma das mesas ocupadas pelos cem participantes. Minhas pernas de repente pareciam espaguete mole. Tudo o que vi entre mim e Willard Scott foi cerca de um milhão de cabos elétricos espalhados pelo chão, presos ao acaso com fita adesiva e um conjunto de escadas que levava ao palco. Enquanto tentava andar normalmente, meu coração batia forte em meus ouvidos. Eu não tinha certeza se conseguiria ser famosa!

Você conseguiu andar de limusine?

Quando fui selecionado como um dos competidores do Bake-Off, me disseram para trazer uma roupa extra para usar no Today Show se eu vencesse. Bem, eu certamente não iria ganhar, então não adiantava trazer roupas para vestir em Nova York. Além disso, embora eu não seja supersticioso, trazer aquele traje extra era garantia de que eu não iria ganhar. Então, eu não trouxe um.

A roupa que pude usar no grande dia do Bake-Off comprei em Santa Rosa, CA em uma loja maravilhosa que já não existe: The Great American Short Story. (Eu sou baixo.) Era uma blusa de mangas compridas e saia até a panturrilha combinando em um tecido de linho em uma cor sólida fúcsia quente. Era uma cor boa para mim e os fotógrafos adoraram. Eles me disseram para usá-lo em Nova York também.

No vôo do avião para o leste, sentei-me em meu assento o mais calmamente possível, acompanhado por Marlene Johnson, de Pillsbury, e um assessor de imprensa da cidade de Nova York. Eu só conseguia pensar na minha saia, agora seriamente enrugada, e na minha pobre blusa, não apenas amassada, mas manchada nas axilas. Às vezes eu suo profusamente. Essa foi uma dessas vezes, e descobri que o tecido apresentava manchas de água. Não contei a ninguém sobre meu dilema enquanto explorava mentalmente minhas opções.

Chegamos ao pequeno e antigo hotel perto do Rockefeller Center por volta das dez da noite. Disseram-me para dormir um pouco, já que tínhamos que estar no set do Today Show às quatro da manhã. O pensamento era que um pouco de sono poderia ajudar com as olheiras sob meus olhos. Mim? Estava pensando na minha saia e blusa! Assim que estava em segurança atrás da minha porta fechada, liguei para a recepção do hotel para ver se poderia limpar minha roupa durante a noite. Afinal, era a cidade de Nova York! Não tive essa sorte no Plano B.

O plano B envolvia tentar lavar as axilas da minha blusa na pia do banheiro com o frasquinho de xampu de cortesia. A água ficou rosa brilhante. As manchas de água nas axilas aumentaram. A única coisa a fazer era lavar a blusa inteira (somente lavagem a seco) ... incluindo as ombreiras grandes e grossas. Um pouco depois, com a blusa no cabide e todas as toalhas de banho agora fúcsia quente, a dúvida era como secar a coisa nas próximas três horas. O pequeno hotel antigo tinha radiadores antigos. Aumentei o aquecedor o máximo que pude e, em seguida, empilhei as cadeiras para pendurar a blusa sobre o radiador. A sala estava agora muito quente! Tive que ficar pelado! Me senti um idiota. Os tolos podem ser famosos? OK. Agora, se eu fechasse meus olhos por um tempo, as bolsas escuras iriam embora?

Duas horas depois, concluí que as ombreiras nunca secariam. É realmente difícil remover algo assim sem uma tesoura, mas de alguma forma consegui. A blusa só estava úmida agora, então, esquecendo as olheiras, peguei uma das cadeiras como tábua de passar e com meu pequeno ferro de viagem, tentei apertar a saia até um certo grau de desgaste. O tempo todo, fico pensando em como não sou muito bom em ser famoso. Estou agindo mais como uma garotinha da Mosquito Lake Road, em Deming, Washington.

Surpreendentemente, na manhã seguinte no estúdio, eu não parecia muito malfeita. Graças ao “estilista de comida” (um novo termo para mim eles vêm com uma cozinha portátil em uma caixa de apetrechos), o lugar cheirava a uma padaria. Gene Shalit foi muito amigável enquanto esperava impacientemente por uma fatia de bolo, e eu realmente me diverti na minha entrevista para a câmera com Bryant Gumbel. No entanto, tive que sorrir um pouco mais tarde naquele dia, quando conversei com minha irmã. Sua visão da grandeza da celebridade era muito contrária ao modo como passei minha noite sem dormir. Ela perguntou: "Você andou de limusine?"

Ganhei $ 40.000 em dinheiro no Bake-Off, bem como uma reforma de cozinha de $ 10.000 da Sears. Os coletores de impostos federais e estaduais pegaram $ 20.000 do meu dinheiro. Com dois filhos na faculdade, os $ 20.000 restantes foram muito bem-vindos e foram embora rapidamente!

Nos meses após o Bake-Off, usamos a publicidade local para arrecadar dinheiro para o Hospital Petaluma Valley. Pillsbury enviou a fantasia de Dough Boy e meu marido e meus filhos a usaram em desfiles e outros eventos de arrecadação de fundos. Nós nos divertimos muito e me senti (e ainda me sinto) extremamente sortudo em todos os sentidos pela experiência maravilhosa.

Vários meses depois do Bake-Off, eu estava sentado em meu escritório em San Francisco quando recebi um telefonema de meu filho Brian, então estudante de engenharia na WSU em Pullman, Washington. Ele disse: “Mãe, você viu o jornal hoje?” “Ainda não”, respondi. "Você está sentado" "Sim, por quê?" “Mãe, eles vão continuar o Pillsbury Bake-Off. E, mãe, o prêmio será de um milhão de dólares! ” E isso, como Paul Harvey costumava dizer, é o resto da história.


Bake-Off # 34 - Parte I: Bolo Brunch de Blueberry Poppyseed

Quando eu era criança, minha avó Mimi e eu víamos receitas no supermercado do Pillsbury Bake-Off e especulávamos sobre o concurso. Nenhum de nós jamais pensou em entrar. Então, muitos anos depois, eu enviei uma receita simples e descobri que fiz parte do Bake-Off de 1990. Ganhar era a coisa mais distante da minha imaginação. Isso foi há vinte e dois anos, um acontecimento muito inesperado.

“My” Bake-Off aconteceu em The Pointe em South Mountain, resort nas colinas fora de Phoenix. Se eu tivesse alguma ideia de como o Bake-Off é um evento excepcional, teria trazido meu marido Greg comigo. Felizmente, trouxe minha amiga e colega Priscilla Yee. Eu nunca tinha participado de um concurso antes e ela era uma veterana. Nós saboreamos cada momento do evento muito elegante de três dias. Infelizmente para Greg, ele logo se tornou minha secretária eletrônica 24 horas por dia, 7 dias por semana, em Petaluma, Califórnia.

Uma coisa única sobre o Bake-Off de 1990 é que foi no ano passado que a Pillsbury Company pertencia à família Pillsbury. A empresa foi comprada por uma holding na Grã-Bretanha. Como vencedor daquele ano, tive o privilégio especial de conhecer o Sr. e a Sra. Pillsbury, pessoas amáveis ​​e gentis de uma época passada. Houve muita especulação no concurso sobre se este seria realmente o último Bake-Off de todos os tempos. Como os novos proprietários administrariam a empresa? O que eles fariam sobre o Bake-Off?

Todos nós temos grandes idéias de como é ser "famoso", mesmo que a fama seja apenas momentânea. O Bake-Off tem tudo a ver com publicidade para a Pillsbury Company, então há uma grande fanfarra para o vencedor, já que a mídia em todos os níveis espalha a palavra por todo o país. Mas como é realmente?

Houve um atraso na programação na manhã em que o vencedor foi anunciado. Dizia-se que Willard Scott estava esperando por sua peruca, que teve de ser enviada por um mensageiro especial da cidade de Nova York. Isso foi antes de Willard decidir que sua cabeça parecia bem sem um tapete. Quando meu Bolo Brunch de Semente de Papoula de Blueberry foi revelado como o vencedor, eu estava sentado em uma das mesas ocupadas pelos cem participantes. Minhas pernas de repente pareciam espaguete mole. Tudo o que vi entre mim e Willard Scott foi cerca de um milhão de cabos elétricos espalhados pelo chão, presos ao acaso com fita adesiva e um conjunto de escadas que levava ao palco. Enquanto tentava andar normalmente, meu coração batia forte em meus ouvidos. Eu não tinha certeza se conseguiria ser famosa!

Você conseguiu andar de limusine?

Quando fui selecionado como um dos competidores do Bake-Off, me disseram para trazer uma roupa extra para usar no Today Show se eu vencesse. Bem, eu certamente não iria ganhar, então não adiantava trazer roupas para vestir em Nova York. Além disso, embora eu não seja supersticioso, trazer aquele traje extra era com certeza garantir que eu não iria ganhar. Então, eu não trouxe um.

A roupa que pude usar no grande dia do Bake-Off comprei em Santa Rosa, CA em uma loja maravilhosa que já não existe: The Great American Short Story. (Eu sou baixa.) Era uma blusa de mangas compridas e saia até a panturrilha combinando em um tecido de linho em uma cor sólida fúcsia quente. Era uma cor boa para mim e os fotógrafos adoraram. Eles me disseram para usá-lo em Nova York também.

No vôo do avião para o leste, sentei-me em meu assento o mais calmamente possível, acompanhado por Marlene Johnson, de Pillsbury, e um assessor de imprensa da cidade de Nova York. Tudo em que conseguia pensar era na minha saia, agora seriamente enrugada, e na minha pobre blusa, não apenas amassada, mas manchada nas axilas. Às vezes eu suo profusamente. Essa foi uma dessas vezes, e descobri que o tecido apresentava manchas de água. Não contei a ninguém sobre meu dilema enquanto explorava mentalmente minhas opções.

Chegamos ao pequeno e antigo hotel perto do Rockefeller Center por volta das dez da noite. Disseram-me para dormir um pouco, já que tínhamos que estar no set do Today Show às quatro da manhã. O pensamento era que um pouco de sono poderia ajudar com as olheiras sob meus olhos. Mim? Estava pensando na minha saia e blusa! Assim que estava em segurança atrás da minha porta fechada, liguei para a recepção do hotel para ver se poderia limpar minha roupa durante a noite. Afinal, era a cidade de Nova York! Não tive essa sorte no Plano B.

O plano B envolvia tentar lavar as axilas da minha blusa na pia do banheiro com o frasquinho de xampu de cortesia. A água ficou rosa brilhante. As manchas de água nas axilas aumentaram. A única coisa a fazer era lavar a blusa inteira (somente lavagem a seco) ... incluindo as ombreiras grandes e grossas. Um pouco depois, com a blusa no cabide e todas as toalhas de banho agora fúcsia quente, a dúvida era como secar a coisa nas próximas três horas. O pequeno hotel antigo tinha radiadores antigos. Aumentei o aquecedor o máximo que pude e, em seguida, empilhei as cadeiras para pendurar a blusa sobre o radiador. A sala estava agora muito quente! Tive que ficar pelado! Me senti um idiota. Os tolos podem ser famosos? OK. Agora, se eu fechasse meus olhos por um tempo, as bolsas escuras iriam embora?

Duas horas depois, concluí que as ombreiras nunca secariam. É realmente difícil remover algo assim sem uma tesoura, mas de alguma forma consegui. A blusa só estava úmida agora, então, esquecendo as olheiras, peguei uma das cadeiras como tábua de passar e com meu pequeno ferro de viagem, tentei apertar a saia até um certo grau de desgaste. O tempo todo, fico pensando em como não sou muito bom em ser famoso. Estou agindo mais como uma garotinha de fazenda da Mosquito Lake Road, em Deming, Washington.

Surpreendentemente, na manhã seguinte no estúdio, eu não parecia muito malfeita. Graças ao “estilista de comida” (um novo termo para mim eles vêm com uma cozinha portátil em uma caixa de apetrechos), o lugar cheirava a uma padaria. Gene Shalit foi muito amigável enquanto esperava impacientemente por uma fatia de bolo, e eu realmente me diverti na minha entrevista para a câmera com Bryant Gumbel. No entanto, tive que sorrir um pouco mais tarde naquele dia, quando conversei com minha irmã. Sua visão da grandeza da celebridade era muito contrária ao modo como passei minha noite sem dormir. Ela perguntou: "Você andou de limusine?"

Ganhei $ 40.000 em dinheiro no Bake-Off, bem como uma reforma de cozinha de $ 10.000 da Sears. Os coletores de impostos federais e estaduais pegaram $ 20.000 do meu dinheiro. Com dois filhos na faculdade, os $ 20.000 restantes foram muito bem-vindos e foram embora rapidamente!

Nos meses após o Bake-Off, usamos a publicidade local para arrecadar dinheiro para o Hospital Petaluma Valley. Pillsbury enviou a fantasia de Dough Boy e meu marido e meus filhos a usaram em desfiles e outros eventos de arrecadação de fundos. Nós nos divertimos muito e me senti (e ainda me sinto) extremamente sortudo em todos os sentidos pela experiência maravilhosa.

Vários meses depois do Bake-Off, eu estava sentado em meu escritório em San Francisco quando recebi um telefonema de meu filho Brian, então estudante de engenharia na WSU em Pullman, Washington. Ele disse: “Mãe, você viu o jornal hoje?” “Ainda não”, respondi. "Você está sentado" "Sim, por quê?" “Mãe, eles vão continuar o Pillsbury Bake-Off. E, mãe, o prêmio será de um milhão de dólares! ” E isso, como Paul Harvey costumava dizer, é o resto da história.


Bake-Off # 34 - Parte I: Bolo Brunch de Blueberry Poppyseed

Quando eu era criança, minha avó Mimi e eu víamos receitas no supermercado do Pillsbury Bake-Off e especulávamos sobre o concurso. Nenhum de nós jamais pensou em entrar. Então, muitos anos depois, eu enviei uma receita simples e descobri que fiz parte do Bake-Off de 1990. Ganhar era a coisa mais distante da minha imaginação. Isso foi há vinte e dois anos, um acontecimento muito inesperado.

“My” Bake-Off aconteceu em The Pointe em South Mountain, resort nas colinas fora de Phoenix. Se eu tivesse alguma ideia de como o Bake-Off é um evento excepcional, teria trazido meu marido Greg comigo. Felizmente, trouxe minha amiga e colega Priscilla Yee. Eu nunca tinha participado de um concurso antes e ela era uma veterana. Nós saboreamos cada momento do evento muito elegante de três dias. Infelizmente para Greg, ele logo se tornou minha secretária eletrônica 24 horas por dia, 7 dias por semana, em Petaluma, Califórnia.

Uma coisa única sobre o Bake-Off de 1990 é que foi no ano passado que a Pillsbury Company pertencia à família Pillsbury. A empresa foi comprada por uma holding na Grã-Bretanha. Como vencedor daquele ano, tive o privilégio especial de conhecer o Sr. e a Sra. Pillsbury, pessoas amáveis ​​e gentis de uma época passada. Houve muita especulação no concurso sobre se este seria realmente o último Bake-Off de todos os tempos. Como os novos proprietários administrariam a empresa? O que eles fariam sobre o Bake-Off?

Todos nós temos grandes idéias de como é ser "famoso", mesmo que a fama seja apenas momentânea. O Bake-Off tem tudo a ver com publicidade para a Pillsbury Company, então há uma grande fanfarra para o vencedor, já que a mídia em todos os níveis espalha a palavra por todo o país. Mas como é realmente?

Houve um atraso na programação na manhã em que o vencedor foi anunciado. Dizia-se que Willard Scott estava esperando por sua peruca, que teve de ser enviada por um mensageiro especial da cidade de Nova York. Isso foi antes de Willard decidir que sua cabeça parecia bem sem um tapete. Quando meu bolo de brunch com sementes de papoula de mirtilo foi anunciado como o vencedor, eu estava sentado em uma das mesas ocupadas pelos cem participantes. Minhas pernas de repente pareciam espaguete mole. Tudo o que vi entre mim e Willard Scott foi cerca de um milhão de cabos elétricos espalhados pelo chão, presos ao acaso com fita adesiva e um conjunto de escadas que levava ao palco. Enquanto tentava andar normalmente, meu coração batia forte em meus ouvidos. Eu não tinha certeza se conseguiria ser famosa!

Você conseguiu andar de limusine?

Quando fui selecionado como um dos competidores do Bake-Off, me disseram para trazer uma roupa extra para usar no Today Show se eu vencesse. Bem, eu certamente não iria ganhar, então não adiantava trazer roupas para vestir em Nova York. Além disso, embora eu não seja supersticioso, trazer aquele traje extra era com certeza garantir que eu não iria ganhar. Então, eu não trouxe um.

A roupa que pude usar no grande dia do Bake-Off comprei em Santa Rosa, CA em uma loja maravilhosa que já não existe: The Great American Short Story. (Eu sou baixo.) Era uma blusa de mangas compridas e saia até a panturrilha combinando em um tecido de linho em uma cor sólida fúcsia quente. Era uma boa cor para mim e os fotógrafos adoraram. Eles me disseram para usá-lo em Nova York também.

No vôo do avião para o leste, sentei-me em meu assento o mais calmamente possível, acompanhado por Marlene Johnson, de Pillsbury, e um assessor de imprensa da cidade de Nova York. Tudo em que conseguia pensar era na minha saia, agora seriamente enrugada, e na minha pobre blusa, não apenas amassada, mas manchada nas axilas. Às vezes eu suo profusamente. Essa foi uma dessas vezes, e descobri que o tecido apresentava manchas de água. Não contei a ninguém sobre meu dilema enquanto explorava mentalmente minhas opções.

Chegamos ao pequeno e antigo hotel perto do Rockefeller Center por volta das dez da noite. Disseram-me para dormir um pouco, já que tínhamos que estar no set do Today Show às quatro da manhã. A ideia era que um pouco de sono ajudasse com as olheiras. Mim? Estava pensando na minha saia e blusa! Assim que estava em segurança atrás da minha porta fechada, liguei para a recepção do hotel para ver se poderia limpar minha roupa durante a noite. Afinal, era a cidade de Nova York! Não tive essa sorte no Plano B.

O plano B envolvia tentar lavar as axilas da minha blusa na pia do banheiro com o frasquinho de xampu de cortesia. A água ficou rosa brilhante. As manchas de água nas axilas aumentaram. A única coisa a fazer era lavar a blusa inteira (somente lavagem a seco) ... incluindo as ombreiras grandes e grossas. Um pouco depois, com a blusa no cabide e todas as toalhas de banho agora fúcsia quente, a dúvida era como secar a coisa nas próximas três horas. O pequeno hotel antigo tinha radiadores antigos. Aumentei o aquecimento o máximo que pude e, em seguida, empilhei as cadeiras para pendurar a blusa sobre o radiador. A sala estava agora muito quente! Tive que ficar pelado! Me senti um idiota. Os tolos podem ser famosos? OK. Agora, se eu fechasse meus olhos por um tempo, as bolsas escuras iriam embora?

Duas horas depois, concluí que as ombreiras nunca secariam. É realmente difícil remover algo assim sem uma tesoura, mas de alguma forma consegui. A blusa só estava úmida agora, então, esquecendo as olheiras, peguei uma das cadeiras como tábua de passar e com meu pequeno ferro de viagem, tentei apertar a saia até um certo grau de desgaste. O tempo todo, fico pensando em como não sou muito bom em ser famoso. Estou agindo mais como uma garotinha da Mosquito Lake Road, em Deming, Washington.

Surpreendentemente, na manhã seguinte no estúdio, eu não parecia muito malfeita. Graças ao “estilista de comida” (um novo termo para mim eles vêm com uma cozinha portátil em uma caixa de apetrechos), o lugar cheirava a uma padaria. Gene Shalit foi muito amigável enquanto esperava impacientemente por uma fatia de bolo, e eu realmente me diverti na minha entrevista para a câmera com Bryant Gumbel. No entanto, tive que sorrir um pouco mais tarde naquele dia, quando conversei com minha irmã. Sua visão da grandeza da celebridade era muito contrária ao modo como passei minha noite sem dormir. Ela perguntou: "Você andou de limusine?"

Ganhei $ 40.000 em dinheiro no Bake-Off, bem como uma reforma de cozinha de $ 10.000 da Sears. Os coletores de impostos federais e estaduais pegaram $ 20.000 do meu dinheiro. Com dois filhos na faculdade, os $ 20.000 restantes foram muito bem-vindos e foram embora rapidamente!

Nos meses após o Bake-Off, usamos a publicidade local para arrecadar dinheiro para o Hospital Petaluma Valley. Pillsbury enviou a fantasia de Dough Boy e meu marido e meus filhos a usaram em desfiles e outros eventos de arrecadação de fundos. Nós nos divertimos muito e me senti (e ainda me sinto) extremamente afortunado em todos os sentidos pela experiência maravilhosa.

Vários meses depois do Bake-Off, eu estava sentado em meu escritório em San Francisco quando recebi um telefonema de meu filho Brian, então estudante de engenharia na WSU em Pullman, Washington. Ele disse: “Mãe, você viu o jornal hoje?” “Ainda não”, respondi. "Você está sentado" "Sim, por quê?" “Mãe, eles vão continuar o Pillsbury Bake-Off. E, mãe, o prêmio será de um milhão de dólares! ” E isso, como Paul Harvey costumava dizer, é o resto da história.


Bake-Off # 34 - Parte I: Bolo Brunch de Blueberry Poppyseed

Quando eu era criança, minha avó Mimi e eu víamos receitas no supermercado do Pillsbury Bake-Off e especulávamos sobre o concurso. Nenhum de nós jamais pensou em entrar. Então, muitos anos depois, enviei uma receita simples e descobri que fiz parte do Bake-Off de 1990. Ganhar era a coisa mais distante da minha imaginação. Isso foi há vinte e dois anos, um acontecimento muito inesperado.

“My” Bake-Off aconteceu em The Pointe em South Mountain, resort nas colinas fora de Phoenix. Se eu tivesse alguma ideia do evento excepcional que é o Bake-Off, teria trazido meu marido Greg comigo. Felizmente, trouxe minha amiga e colega Priscilla Yee. Eu nunca tinha participado de um concurso antes e ela era uma veterana. Nós saboreamos cada momento do evento muito elegante de três dias. Ai de Greg, ele logo se tornou minha secretária eletrônica 24 horas por dia, 7 dias por semana, em Petaluma, Califórnia.

Uma coisa única sobre o Bake-Off de 1990 é que foi no ano passado que a Pillsbury Company pertencia à família Pillsbury. A empresa foi comprada por uma holding na Grã-Bretanha. Como o vencedor daquele ano, tive o privilégio especial de conhecer o Sr. e a Sra. Pillsbury, pessoas amáveis ​​e gentis de uma época passada. There was much speculation at the contest as to whether this would actually be the last Bake-Off ever. How would the new owners run the company? What would they do about the Bake-Off?

We all have such grand ideas of what it is like to be “famous,” even if that fame is only for a moment in time. The Bake-Off is all about publicity for the Pillsbury Company, so there is great fanfare for the winner as media on all levels spreads the word throughout the land. But what is it really like?

There had been a delay in the schedule the morning the winner was announced. Word was that Willard Scott was waiting for his wig, which had to be flown in by special courier from New York City. That was before Willard decided his head looked just fine without a rug. When my Blueberry Poppy Seed Brunch Cake was unveiled as the winner, I was seated at one of the tables occupied by the one hundred contestants. My legs suddenly felt like limp spaghetti. All I saw between myself and Willard Scott was about a million electrical cords all over the floor, secured haphazardly with duct tape and a set of stairs leading up to the stage. As I attempted to walk normally, my heart beat loudly in my ears. I wasn’t sure if I could pull off being famous!

Did You Get to Ride in a Limousine?

When I was selected as one of the Bake-Off contestants, I was told to bring an extra outfit to wear on the Today Show if I were to win. Well, I certainly was not going to win so there was no point in bringing clothes to wear in New York. Besides, even though I am not superstitious, bringing that extra outfit was for certain going to guarantee that I would not win. So I did not bring one.

The outfit I got to wear on the big day of the Bake-Off, I bought in Santa Rosa, CA at a wonderful store that is long-gone: The Great American Short Story. (I’m short.) It was a long-sleeved blouse and matching, calf-length skirt in a linen-like fabric in a solid color of hot fuchsia. It was a good color for me and the photographers loved it. They told me to wear it in New York as well.

On the plane flight east, I sat in my seat as calmly as possible, accompanied by Marlene Johnson of Pillsbury and a publicist from New York City. All I could think about was my now-seriously-wrinkled skirt and my poor blouse it was not only wrinkled, but stained in the armpits. I sometimes sweat profusely. This was one of those times, and I discovered the fabric showed water stains. I did not tell anyone of my dilemma as I mentally explored my options.

We arrived at the small, antique hotel near Rockefeller Center at about ten o’clock at night. I was told to get some sleep since we had to be on the set of the Today Show at four o’clock in the morning. The thought was that some sleep might help with the dark circles under my eyes. Mim? I was thinking about my skirt and blouse! As soon as I was safely behind my closed door, I called the hotel desk to see if I could get my outfit cleaned overnight. I mean it was New York City after all! No such luck go to Plan B.

Plan B involved trying to wash the armpits of my blouse in the bathroom sink with the little complimentary bottle of shampoo. The water turned bright pink. The water stains in the arm pits grew. The only thing to do was to wash the whole (dry clean only) blouse…including the big thick shoulder pads. A while later, with the blouse on a hanger, and all the baths towels now hot fuchsia, the question was how to get the thing dry in the next three hours. The little antique hotel had antique radiators. I turned the heat up as high as it would go and then stacked up chairs in order to suspend the blouse over the radiator. The room was now very hot! Had to get naked! Felt like a fool. Can fools be famous? OK. Now, if I closed my eyes for a while would the dark bags go away?

Two hours later, I concluded that the shoulder pads would never get dry. It’s really hard to remove something like that without scissors but somehow I managed. The blouse was only damp now so, forgetting the bags under my eyes, I retrieved one of the chairs as an ironing board and with my little travel iron, attempted to press the skirt to some degree of wear-ability. All the time, I’m thinking how I’m not very good at being famous. I’m acting more like a little farm girl from Mosquito Lake Road, in Deming, Washington.

Amazingly, the next morning at the studio, I did not look too badly put together. Thanks to the “food stylist” (a new term for me they come with a portable kitchen in a tackle box), the place smelled like a bakery. Gene Shalit was very friendly as he waited impatiently for a slice of cake, and I actually had fun in my on-camera interview with Bryant Gumbel. However, I had to smile a little later in the day when I talked with my sister. Her vision of the grandeur of celebrity was so contrary to how I had spent my sleepless night. She asked, “Did you get to ride in a limousine?”

I won $40,000 in cash at the Bake-Off, as well as a $10,000 kitchen make-over from Sears. Federal and state income tax collectors took $20,000 of my cash. With two sons in college, the remaining $20,000 was most welcome and gone fast!

In the months after the Bake-Off, we used the publicity locally to raise money for Petaluma Valley Hospital. Pillsbury sent the Dough Boy costume out and my husband and sons wore it in parades and other fundraisers. We had a lot of fun and I felt (and still feel) extremely fortunate in all ways for the marvelous experience.

Several months after the Bake-Off, I was sitting in my office in San Francisco when I received a phone call from my son Brian, then an engineering student at WSU in Pullman, Washington. He said, “Mom, have you seen the newspaper today?” “Not yet,” I replied. “Are you sitting down” “Yes, why?” “Mom, they are going to continue the Pillsbury Bake-Off. And, Mom, the prize will be a million dollars!” And that, as Paul Harvey used to say, is the rest of the story.


Bake-Off # 34- Part I: Blueberry Poppyseed Brunch Cake

When I was a child, my grandmother Mimi and I would see recipes in the grocery store from the Pillsbury Bake-Off, and would speculate about the contest. Neither of us ever thought about entering. Then many years later I actually submitted a simple recipe and found myself to be part of the 1990 Bake-Off. Winning was the furthest thing from my imagination. That was twenty-two years ago it was a most unexpected event.

“My” Bake-Off took place at The Pointe at South Mountain, resort in the hills outside Phoenix. Had I any idea of what an exceptional event the Bake-Off is, I would have brought my husband Greg with me. Thankfully, I did bring my friend and colleague Priscilla Yee. I had never entered a contest before and she was a veteran. We savored every moment of the very classy three-day event. Alas for Greg, he soon became my 24/7 answering service at home in Petaluma, California.

A unique thing about the 1990 Bake-Off is that it was the last year that the Pillsbury Company was owned by the Pillsbury family. The company was purchased by a holding company out of Great Britain. As the winner that year, I had the special privilege of meeting Mr. and Mrs. Pillsbury, lovely gentle people of a bygone era. There was much speculation at the contest as to whether this would actually be the last Bake-Off ever. How would the new owners run the company? What would they do about the Bake-Off?

We all have such grand ideas of what it is like to be “famous,” even if that fame is only for a moment in time. The Bake-Off is all about publicity for the Pillsbury Company, so there is great fanfare for the winner as media on all levels spreads the word throughout the land. But what is it really like?

There had been a delay in the schedule the morning the winner was announced. Word was that Willard Scott was waiting for his wig, which had to be flown in by special courier from New York City. That was before Willard decided his head looked just fine without a rug. When my Blueberry Poppy Seed Brunch Cake was unveiled as the winner, I was seated at one of the tables occupied by the one hundred contestants. My legs suddenly felt like limp spaghetti. All I saw between myself and Willard Scott was about a million electrical cords all over the floor, secured haphazardly with duct tape and a set of stairs leading up to the stage. As I attempted to walk normally, my heart beat loudly in my ears. I wasn’t sure if I could pull off being famous!

Did You Get to Ride in a Limousine?

When I was selected as one of the Bake-Off contestants, I was told to bring an extra outfit to wear on the Today Show if I were to win. Well, I certainly was not going to win so there was no point in bringing clothes to wear in New York. Besides, even though I am not superstitious, bringing that extra outfit was for certain going to guarantee that I would not win. So I did not bring one.

The outfit I got to wear on the big day of the Bake-Off, I bought in Santa Rosa, CA at a wonderful store that is long-gone: The Great American Short Story. (I’m short.) It was a long-sleeved blouse and matching, calf-length skirt in a linen-like fabric in a solid color of hot fuchsia. It was a good color for me and the photographers loved it. They told me to wear it in New York as well.

On the plane flight east, I sat in my seat as calmly as possible, accompanied by Marlene Johnson of Pillsbury and a publicist from New York City. All I could think about was my now-seriously-wrinkled skirt and my poor blouse it was not only wrinkled, but stained in the armpits. I sometimes sweat profusely. This was one of those times, and I discovered the fabric showed water stains. I did not tell anyone of my dilemma as I mentally explored my options.

We arrived at the small, antique hotel near Rockefeller Center at about ten o’clock at night. I was told to get some sleep since we had to be on the set of the Today Show at four o’clock in the morning. The thought was that some sleep might help with the dark circles under my eyes. Mim? I was thinking about my skirt and blouse! As soon as I was safely behind my closed door, I called the hotel desk to see if I could get my outfit cleaned overnight. I mean it was New York City after all! No such luck go to Plan B.

Plan B involved trying to wash the armpits of my blouse in the bathroom sink with the little complimentary bottle of shampoo. The water turned bright pink. The water stains in the arm pits grew. The only thing to do was to wash the whole (dry clean only) blouse…including the big thick shoulder pads. A while later, with the blouse on a hanger, and all the baths towels now hot fuchsia, the question was how to get the thing dry in the next three hours. The little antique hotel had antique radiators. I turned the heat up as high as it would go and then stacked up chairs in order to suspend the blouse over the radiator. The room was now very hot! Had to get naked! Felt like a fool. Can fools be famous? OK. Now, if I closed my eyes for a while would the dark bags go away?

Two hours later, I concluded that the shoulder pads would never get dry. It’s really hard to remove something like that without scissors but somehow I managed. The blouse was only damp now so, forgetting the bags under my eyes, I retrieved one of the chairs as an ironing board and with my little travel iron, attempted to press the skirt to some degree of wear-ability. All the time, I’m thinking how I’m not very good at being famous. I’m acting more like a little farm girl from Mosquito Lake Road, in Deming, Washington.

Amazingly, the next morning at the studio, I did not look too badly put together. Thanks to the “food stylist” (a new term for me they come with a portable kitchen in a tackle box), the place smelled like a bakery. Gene Shalit was very friendly as he waited impatiently for a slice of cake, and I actually had fun in my on-camera interview with Bryant Gumbel. However, I had to smile a little later in the day when I talked with my sister. Her vision of the grandeur of celebrity was so contrary to how I had spent my sleepless night. She asked, “Did you get to ride in a limousine?”

I won $40,000 in cash at the Bake-Off, as well as a $10,000 kitchen make-over from Sears. Federal and state income tax collectors took $20,000 of my cash. With two sons in college, the remaining $20,000 was most welcome and gone fast!

In the months after the Bake-Off, we used the publicity locally to raise money for Petaluma Valley Hospital. Pillsbury sent the Dough Boy costume out and my husband and sons wore it in parades and other fundraisers. We had a lot of fun and I felt (and still feel) extremely fortunate in all ways for the marvelous experience.

Several months after the Bake-Off, I was sitting in my office in San Francisco when I received a phone call from my son Brian, then an engineering student at WSU in Pullman, Washington. He said, “Mom, have you seen the newspaper today?” “Not yet,” I replied. “Are you sitting down” “Yes, why?” “Mom, they are going to continue the Pillsbury Bake-Off. And, Mom, the prize will be a million dollars!” And that, as Paul Harvey used to say, is the rest of the story.


Bake-Off # 34- Part I: Blueberry Poppyseed Brunch Cake

When I was a child, my grandmother Mimi and I would see recipes in the grocery store from the Pillsbury Bake-Off, and would speculate about the contest. Neither of us ever thought about entering. Then many years later I actually submitted a simple recipe and found myself to be part of the 1990 Bake-Off. Winning was the furthest thing from my imagination. That was twenty-two years ago it was a most unexpected event.

“My” Bake-Off took place at The Pointe at South Mountain, resort in the hills outside Phoenix. Had I any idea of what an exceptional event the Bake-Off is, I would have brought my husband Greg with me. Thankfully, I did bring my friend and colleague Priscilla Yee. I had never entered a contest before and she was a veteran. We savored every moment of the very classy three-day event. Alas for Greg, he soon became my 24/7 answering service at home in Petaluma, California.

A unique thing about the 1990 Bake-Off is that it was the last year that the Pillsbury Company was owned by the Pillsbury family. The company was purchased by a holding company out of Great Britain. As the winner that year, I had the special privilege of meeting Mr. and Mrs. Pillsbury, lovely gentle people of a bygone era. There was much speculation at the contest as to whether this would actually be the last Bake-Off ever. How would the new owners run the company? What would they do about the Bake-Off?

We all have such grand ideas of what it is like to be “famous,” even if that fame is only for a moment in time. The Bake-Off is all about publicity for the Pillsbury Company, so there is great fanfare for the winner as media on all levels spreads the word throughout the land. But what is it really like?

There had been a delay in the schedule the morning the winner was announced. Word was that Willard Scott was waiting for his wig, which had to be flown in by special courier from New York City. That was before Willard decided his head looked just fine without a rug. When my Blueberry Poppy Seed Brunch Cake was unveiled as the winner, I was seated at one of the tables occupied by the one hundred contestants. My legs suddenly felt like limp spaghetti. All I saw between myself and Willard Scott was about a million electrical cords all over the floor, secured haphazardly with duct tape and a set of stairs leading up to the stage. As I attempted to walk normally, my heart beat loudly in my ears. I wasn’t sure if I could pull off being famous!

Did You Get to Ride in a Limousine?

When I was selected as one of the Bake-Off contestants, I was told to bring an extra outfit to wear on the Today Show if I were to win. Well, I certainly was not going to win so there was no point in bringing clothes to wear in New York. Besides, even though I am not superstitious, bringing that extra outfit was for certain going to guarantee that I would not win. So I did not bring one.

The outfit I got to wear on the big day of the Bake-Off, I bought in Santa Rosa, CA at a wonderful store that is long-gone: The Great American Short Story. (I’m short.) It was a long-sleeved blouse and matching, calf-length skirt in a linen-like fabric in a solid color of hot fuchsia. It was a good color for me and the photographers loved it. They told me to wear it in New York as well.

On the plane flight east, I sat in my seat as calmly as possible, accompanied by Marlene Johnson of Pillsbury and a publicist from New York City. All I could think about was my now-seriously-wrinkled skirt and my poor blouse it was not only wrinkled, but stained in the armpits. I sometimes sweat profusely. This was one of those times, and I discovered the fabric showed water stains. I did not tell anyone of my dilemma as I mentally explored my options.

We arrived at the small, antique hotel near Rockefeller Center at about ten o’clock at night. I was told to get some sleep since we had to be on the set of the Today Show at four o’clock in the morning. The thought was that some sleep might help with the dark circles under my eyes. Mim? I was thinking about my skirt and blouse! As soon as I was safely behind my closed door, I called the hotel desk to see if I could get my outfit cleaned overnight. I mean it was New York City after all! No such luck go to Plan B.

Plan B involved trying to wash the armpits of my blouse in the bathroom sink with the little complimentary bottle of shampoo. The water turned bright pink. The water stains in the arm pits grew. The only thing to do was to wash the whole (dry clean only) blouse…including the big thick shoulder pads. A while later, with the blouse on a hanger, and all the baths towels now hot fuchsia, the question was how to get the thing dry in the next three hours. The little antique hotel had antique radiators. I turned the heat up as high as it would go and then stacked up chairs in order to suspend the blouse over the radiator. The room was now very hot! Had to get naked! Felt like a fool. Can fools be famous? OK. Now, if I closed my eyes for a while would the dark bags go away?

Two hours later, I concluded that the shoulder pads would never get dry. It’s really hard to remove something like that without scissors but somehow I managed. The blouse was only damp now so, forgetting the bags under my eyes, I retrieved one of the chairs as an ironing board and with my little travel iron, attempted to press the skirt to some degree of wear-ability. All the time, I’m thinking how I’m not very good at being famous. I’m acting more like a little farm girl from Mosquito Lake Road, in Deming, Washington.

Amazingly, the next morning at the studio, I did not look too badly put together. Thanks to the “food stylist” (a new term for me they come with a portable kitchen in a tackle box), the place smelled like a bakery. Gene Shalit was very friendly as he waited impatiently for a slice of cake, and I actually had fun in my on-camera interview with Bryant Gumbel. However, I had to smile a little later in the day when I talked with my sister. Her vision of the grandeur of celebrity was so contrary to how I had spent my sleepless night. She asked, “Did you get to ride in a limousine?”

I won $40,000 in cash at the Bake-Off, as well as a $10,000 kitchen make-over from Sears. Federal and state income tax collectors took $20,000 of my cash. With two sons in college, the remaining $20,000 was most welcome and gone fast!

In the months after the Bake-Off, we used the publicity locally to raise money for Petaluma Valley Hospital. Pillsbury sent the Dough Boy costume out and my husband and sons wore it in parades and other fundraisers. We had a lot of fun and I felt (and still feel) extremely fortunate in all ways for the marvelous experience.

Several months after the Bake-Off, I was sitting in my office in San Francisco when I received a phone call from my son Brian, then an engineering student at WSU in Pullman, Washington. He said, “Mom, have you seen the newspaper today?” “Not yet,” I replied. “Are you sitting down” “Yes, why?” “Mom, they are going to continue the Pillsbury Bake-Off. And, Mom, the prize will be a million dollars!” And that, as Paul Harvey used to say, is the rest of the story.


Bake-Off # 34- Part I: Blueberry Poppyseed Brunch Cake

When I was a child, my grandmother Mimi and I would see recipes in the grocery store from the Pillsbury Bake-Off, and would speculate about the contest. Neither of us ever thought about entering. Then many years later I actually submitted a simple recipe and found myself to be part of the 1990 Bake-Off. Winning was the furthest thing from my imagination. That was twenty-two years ago it was a most unexpected event.

“My” Bake-Off took place at The Pointe at South Mountain, resort in the hills outside Phoenix. Had I any idea of what an exceptional event the Bake-Off is, I would have brought my husband Greg with me. Thankfully, I did bring my friend and colleague Priscilla Yee. I had never entered a contest before and she was a veteran. We savored every moment of the very classy three-day event. Alas for Greg, he soon became my 24/7 answering service at home in Petaluma, California.

A unique thing about the 1990 Bake-Off is that it was the last year that the Pillsbury Company was owned by the Pillsbury family. The company was purchased by a holding company out of Great Britain. As the winner that year, I had the special privilege of meeting Mr. and Mrs. Pillsbury, lovely gentle people of a bygone era. There was much speculation at the contest as to whether this would actually be the last Bake-Off ever. How would the new owners run the company? What would they do about the Bake-Off?

We all have such grand ideas of what it is like to be “famous,” even if that fame is only for a moment in time. The Bake-Off is all about publicity for the Pillsbury Company, so there is great fanfare for the winner as media on all levels spreads the word throughout the land. But what is it really like?

There had been a delay in the schedule the morning the winner was announced. Word was that Willard Scott was waiting for his wig, which had to be flown in by special courier from New York City. That was before Willard decided his head looked just fine without a rug. When my Blueberry Poppy Seed Brunch Cake was unveiled as the winner, I was seated at one of the tables occupied by the one hundred contestants. My legs suddenly felt like limp spaghetti. All I saw between myself and Willard Scott was about a million electrical cords all over the floor, secured haphazardly with duct tape and a set of stairs leading up to the stage. As I attempted to walk normally, my heart beat loudly in my ears. I wasn’t sure if I could pull off being famous!

Did You Get to Ride in a Limousine?

When I was selected as one of the Bake-Off contestants, I was told to bring an extra outfit to wear on the Today Show if I were to win. Well, I certainly was not going to win so there was no point in bringing clothes to wear in New York. Besides, even though I am not superstitious, bringing that extra outfit was for certain going to guarantee that I would not win. So I did not bring one.

The outfit I got to wear on the big day of the Bake-Off, I bought in Santa Rosa, CA at a wonderful store that is long-gone: The Great American Short Story. (I’m short.) It was a long-sleeved blouse and matching, calf-length skirt in a linen-like fabric in a solid color of hot fuchsia. It was a good color for me and the photographers loved it. They told me to wear it in New York as well.

On the plane flight east, I sat in my seat as calmly as possible, accompanied by Marlene Johnson of Pillsbury and a publicist from New York City. All I could think about was my now-seriously-wrinkled skirt and my poor blouse it was not only wrinkled, but stained in the armpits. I sometimes sweat profusely. This was one of those times, and I discovered the fabric showed water stains. I did not tell anyone of my dilemma as I mentally explored my options.

We arrived at the small, antique hotel near Rockefeller Center at about ten o’clock at night. I was told to get some sleep since we had to be on the set of the Today Show at four o’clock in the morning. The thought was that some sleep might help with the dark circles under my eyes. Mim? I was thinking about my skirt and blouse! As soon as I was safely behind my closed door, I called the hotel desk to see if I could get my outfit cleaned overnight. I mean it was New York City after all! No such luck go to Plan B.

Plan B involved trying to wash the armpits of my blouse in the bathroom sink with the little complimentary bottle of shampoo. The water turned bright pink. The water stains in the arm pits grew. The only thing to do was to wash the whole (dry clean only) blouse…including the big thick shoulder pads. A while later, with the blouse on a hanger, and all the baths towels now hot fuchsia, the question was how to get the thing dry in the next three hours. The little antique hotel had antique radiators. I turned the heat up as high as it would go and then stacked up chairs in order to suspend the blouse over the radiator. The room was now very hot! Had to get naked! Felt like a fool. Can fools be famous? OK. Now, if I closed my eyes for a while would the dark bags go away?

Two hours later, I concluded that the shoulder pads would never get dry. It’s really hard to remove something like that without scissors but somehow I managed. The blouse was only damp now so, forgetting the bags under my eyes, I retrieved one of the chairs as an ironing board and with my little travel iron, attempted to press the skirt to some degree of wear-ability. All the time, I’m thinking how I’m not very good at being famous. I’m acting more like a little farm girl from Mosquito Lake Road, in Deming, Washington.

Amazingly, the next morning at the studio, I did not look too badly put together. Thanks to the “food stylist” (a new term for me they come with a portable kitchen in a tackle box), the place smelled like a bakery. Gene Shalit was very friendly as he waited impatiently for a slice of cake, and I actually had fun in my on-camera interview with Bryant Gumbel. However, I had to smile a little later in the day when I talked with my sister. Her vision of the grandeur of celebrity was so contrary to how I had spent my sleepless night. She asked, “Did you get to ride in a limousine?”

I won $40,000 in cash at the Bake-Off, as well as a $10,000 kitchen make-over from Sears. Federal and state income tax collectors took $20,000 of my cash. With two sons in college, the remaining $20,000 was most welcome and gone fast!

In the months after the Bake-Off, we used the publicity locally to raise money for Petaluma Valley Hospital. Pillsbury sent the Dough Boy costume out and my husband and sons wore it in parades and other fundraisers. We had a lot of fun and I felt (and still feel) extremely fortunate in all ways for the marvelous experience.

Several months after the Bake-Off, I was sitting in my office in San Francisco when I received a phone call from my son Brian, then an engineering student at WSU in Pullman, Washington. He said, “Mom, have you seen the newspaper today?” “Not yet,” I replied. “Are you sitting down” “Yes, why?” “Mom, they are going to continue the Pillsbury Bake-Off. And, Mom, the prize will be a million dollars!” And that, as Paul Harvey used to say, is the rest of the story.


Bake-Off # 34- Part I: Blueberry Poppyseed Brunch Cake

When I was a child, my grandmother Mimi and I would see recipes in the grocery store from the Pillsbury Bake-Off, and would speculate about the contest. Neither of us ever thought about entering. Then many years later I actually submitted a simple recipe and found myself to be part of the 1990 Bake-Off. Winning was the furthest thing from my imagination. That was twenty-two years ago it was a most unexpected event.

“My” Bake-Off took place at The Pointe at South Mountain, resort in the hills outside Phoenix. Had I any idea of what an exceptional event the Bake-Off is, I would have brought my husband Greg with me. Thankfully, I did bring my friend and colleague Priscilla Yee. I had never entered a contest before and she was a veteran. We savored every moment of the very classy three-day event. Alas for Greg, he soon became my 24/7 answering service at home in Petaluma, California.

A unique thing about the 1990 Bake-Off is that it was the last year that the Pillsbury Company was owned by the Pillsbury family. The company was purchased by a holding company out of Great Britain. As the winner that year, I had the special privilege of meeting Mr. and Mrs. Pillsbury, lovely gentle people of a bygone era. There was much speculation at the contest as to whether this would actually be the last Bake-Off ever. How would the new owners run the company? What would they do about the Bake-Off?

We all have such grand ideas of what it is like to be “famous,” even if that fame is only for a moment in time. The Bake-Off is all about publicity for the Pillsbury Company, so there is great fanfare for the winner as media on all levels spreads the word throughout the land. But what is it really like?

There had been a delay in the schedule the morning the winner was announced. Word was that Willard Scott was waiting for his wig, which had to be flown in by special courier from New York City. That was before Willard decided his head looked just fine without a rug. When my Blueberry Poppy Seed Brunch Cake was unveiled as the winner, I was seated at one of the tables occupied by the one hundred contestants. My legs suddenly felt like limp spaghetti. All I saw between myself and Willard Scott was about a million electrical cords all over the floor, secured haphazardly with duct tape and a set of stairs leading up to the stage. As I attempted to walk normally, my heart beat loudly in my ears. I wasn’t sure if I could pull off being famous!

Did You Get to Ride in a Limousine?

When I was selected as one of the Bake-Off contestants, I was told to bring an extra outfit to wear on the Today Show if I were to win. Well, I certainly was not going to win so there was no point in bringing clothes to wear in New York. Besides, even though I am not superstitious, bringing that extra outfit was for certain going to guarantee that I would not win. So I did not bring one.

The outfit I got to wear on the big day of the Bake-Off, I bought in Santa Rosa, CA at a wonderful store that is long-gone: The Great American Short Story. (I’m short.) It was a long-sleeved blouse and matching, calf-length skirt in a linen-like fabric in a solid color of hot fuchsia. It was a good color for me and the photographers loved it. They told me to wear it in New York as well.

On the plane flight east, I sat in my seat as calmly as possible, accompanied by Marlene Johnson of Pillsbury and a publicist from New York City. All I could think about was my now-seriously-wrinkled skirt and my poor blouse it was not only wrinkled, but stained in the armpits. I sometimes sweat profusely. This was one of those times, and I discovered the fabric showed water stains. I did not tell anyone of my dilemma as I mentally explored my options.

We arrived at the small, antique hotel near Rockefeller Center at about ten o’clock at night. I was told to get some sleep since we had to be on the set of the Today Show at four o’clock in the morning. The thought was that some sleep might help with the dark circles under my eyes. Mim? I was thinking about my skirt and blouse! As soon as I was safely behind my closed door, I called the hotel desk to see if I could get my outfit cleaned overnight. I mean it was New York City after all! No such luck go to Plan B.

Plan B involved trying to wash the armpits of my blouse in the bathroom sink with the little complimentary bottle of shampoo. The water turned bright pink. The water stains in the arm pits grew. The only thing to do was to wash the whole (dry clean only) blouse…including the big thick shoulder pads. A while later, with the blouse on a hanger, and all the baths towels now hot fuchsia, the question was how to get the thing dry in the next three hours. The little antique hotel had antique radiators. I turned the heat up as high as it would go and then stacked up chairs in order to suspend the blouse over the radiator. The room was now very hot! Had to get naked! Felt like a fool. Can fools be famous? OK. Now, if I closed my eyes for a while would the dark bags go away?

Two hours later, I concluded that the shoulder pads would never get dry. It’s really hard to remove something like that without scissors but somehow I managed. The blouse was only damp now so, forgetting the bags under my eyes, I retrieved one of the chairs as an ironing board and with my little travel iron, attempted to press the skirt to some degree of wear-ability. All the time, I’m thinking how I’m not very good at being famous. I’m acting more like a little farm girl from Mosquito Lake Road, in Deming, Washington.

Amazingly, the next morning at the studio, I did not look too badly put together. Thanks to the “food stylist” (a new term for me they come with a portable kitchen in a tackle box), the place smelled like a bakery. Gene Shalit was very friendly as he waited impatiently for a slice of cake, and I actually had fun in my on-camera interview with Bryant Gumbel. However, I had to smile a little later in the day when I talked with my sister. Her vision of the grandeur of celebrity was so contrary to how I had spent my sleepless night. She asked, “Did you get to ride in a limousine?”

I won $40,000 in cash at the Bake-Off, as well as a $10,000 kitchen make-over from Sears. Federal and state income tax collectors took $20,000 of my cash. With two sons in college, the remaining $20,000 was most welcome and gone fast!

In the months after the Bake-Off, we used the publicity locally to raise money for Petaluma Valley Hospital. Pillsbury sent the Dough Boy costume out and my husband and sons wore it in parades and other fundraisers. We had a lot of fun and I felt (and still feel) extremely fortunate in all ways for the marvelous experience.

Several months after the Bake-Off, I was sitting in my office in San Francisco when I received a phone call from my son Brian, then an engineering student at WSU in Pullman, Washington. He said, “Mom, have you seen the newspaper today?” “Not yet,” I replied. “Are you sitting down” “Yes, why?” “Mom, they are going to continue the Pillsbury Bake-Off. And, Mom, the prize will be a million dollars!” And that, as Paul Harvey used to say, is the rest of the story.


Bake-Off # 34- Part I: Blueberry Poppyseed Brunch Cake

When I was a child, my grandmother Mimi and I would see recipes in the grocery store from the Pillsbury Bake-Off, and would speculate about the contest. Neither of us ever thought about entering. Then many years later I actually submitted a simple recipe and found myself to be part of the 1990 Bake-Off. Winning was the furthest thing from my imagination. That was twenty-two years ago it was a most unexpected event.

“My” Bake-Off took place at The Pointe at South Mountain, resort in the hills outside Phoenix. Had I any idea of what an exceptional event the Bake-Off is, I would have brought my husband Greg with me. Thankfully, I did bring my friend and colleague Priscilla Yee. I had never entered a contest before and she was a veteran. We savored every moment of the very classy three-day event. Alas for Greg, he soon became my 24/7 answering service at home in Petaluma, California.

A unique thing about the 1990 Bake-Off is that it was the last year that the Pillsbury Company was owned by the Pillsbury family. The company was purchased by a holding company out of Great Britain. As the winner that year, I had the special privilege of meeting Mr. and Mrs. Pillsbury, lovely gentle people of a bygone era. There was much speculation at the contest as to whether this would actually be the last Bake-Off ever. How would the new owners run the company? What would they do about the Bake-Off?

We all have such grand ideas of what it is like to be “famous,” even if that fame is only for a moment in time. The Bake-Off is all about publicity for the Pillsbury Company, so there is great fanfare for the winner as media on all levels spreads the word throughout the land. But what is it really like?

There had been a delay in the schedule the morning the winner was announced. Word was that Willard Scott was waiting for his wig, which had to be flown in by special courier from New York City. That was before Willard decided his head looked just fine without a rug. When my Blueberry Poppy Seed Brunch Cake was unveiled as the winner, I was seated at one of the tables occupied by the one hundred contestants. My legs suddenly felt like limp spaghetti. All I saw between myself and Willard Scott was about a million electrical cords all over the floor, secured haphazardly with duct tape and a set of stairs leading up to the stage. As I attempted to walk normally, my heart beat loudly in my ears. I wasn’t sure if I could pull off being famous!

Did You Get to Ride in a Limousine?

When I was selected as one of the Bake-Off contestants, I was told to bring an extra outfit to wear on the Today Show if I were to win. Well, I certainly was not going to win so there was no point in bringing clothes to wear in New York. Besides, even though I am not superstitious, bringing that extra outfit was for certain going to guarantee that I would not win. So I did not bring one.

The outfit I got to wear on the big day of the Bake-Off, I bought in Santa Rosa, CA at a wonderful store that is long-gone: The Great American Short Story. (I’m short.) It was a long-sleeved blouse and matching, calf-length skirt in a linen-like fabric in a solid color of hot fuchsia. It was a good color for me and the photographers loved it. They told me to wear it in New York as well.

On the plane flight east, I sat in my seat as calmly as possible, accompanied by Marlene Johnson of Pillsbury and a publicist from New York City. All I could think about was my now-seriously-wrinkled skirt and my poor blouse it was not only wrinkled, but stained in the armpits. I sometimes sweat profusely. This was one of those times, and I discovered the fabric showed water stains. I did not tell anyone of my dilemma as I mentally explored my options.

We arrived at the small, antique hotel near Rockefeller Center at about ten o’clock at night. I was told to get some sleep since we had to be on the set of the Today Show at four o’clock in the morning. The thought was that some sleep might help with the dark circles under my eyes. Mim? I was thinking about my skirt and blouse! As soon as I was safely behind my closed door, I called the hotel desk to see if I could get my outfit cleaned overnight. I mean it was New York City after all! No such luck go to Plan B.

Plan B involved trying to wash the armpits of my blouse in the bathroom sink with the little complimentary bottle of shampoo. The water turned bright pink. The water stains in the arm pits grew. The only thing to do was to wash the whole (dry clean only) blouse…including the big thick shoulder pads. A while later, with the blouse on a hanger, and all the baths towels now hot fuchsia, the question was how to get the thing dry in the next three hours. The little antique hotel had antique radiators. I turned the heat up as high as it would go and then stacked up chairs in order to suspend the blouse over the radiator. The room was now very hot! Had to get naked! Felt like a fool. Can fools be famous? OK. Now, if I closed my eyes for a while would the dark bags go away?

Two hours later, I concluded that the shoulder pads would never get dry. It’s really hard to remove something like that without scissors but somehow I managed. The blouse was only damp now so, forgetting the bags under my eyes, I retrieved one of the chairs as an ironing board and with my little travel iron, attempted to press the skirt to some degree of wear-ability. All the time, I’m thinking how I’m not very good at being famous. I’m acting more like a little farm girl from Mosquito Lake Road, in Deming, Washington.

Amazingly, the next morning at the studio, I did not look too badly put together. Thanks to the “food stylist” (a new term for me they come with a portable kitchen in a tackle box), the place smelled like a bakery. Gene Shalit was very friendly as he waited impatiently for a slice of cake, and I actually had fun in my on-camera interview with Bryant Gumbel. However, I had to smile a little later in the day when I talked with my sister. Her vision of the grandeur of celebrity was so contrary to how I had spent my sleepless night. She asked, “Did you get to ride in a limousine?”

I won $40,000 in cash at the Bake-Off, as well as a $10,000 kitchen make-over from Sears. Federal and state income tax collectors took $20,000 of my cash. With two sons in college, the remaining $20,000 was most welcome and gone fast!

In the months after the Bake-Off, we used the publicity locally to raise money for Petaluma Valley Hospital. Pillsbury sent the Dough Boy costume out and my husband and sons wore it in parades and other fundraisers. We had a lot of fun and I felt (and still feel) extremely fortunate in all ways for the marvelous experience.

Several months after the Bake-Off, I was sitting in my office in San Francisco when I received a phone call from my son Brian, then an engineering student at WSU in Pullman, Washington. He said, “Mom, have you seen the newspaper today?” “Not yet,” I replied. “Are you sitting down” “Yes, why?” “Mom, they are going to continue the Pillsbury Bake-Off. And, Mom, the prize will be a million dollars!” And that, as Paul Harvey used to say, is the rest of the story.


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