March 20, 2005
It's coming...
A lot of you freaks out there have been driving Chris and I absolutely bonkers with your constant questions about when Foop! is coming out. I understand your excitment, I really do, but you bastards need to chill. The book is now at the printer and will be available in the coming weeks. The cover design by Carlton Mellick is killer. The illustrations by Chris Daily are delightful. And the story itself is, in a word, tasty.
But if you really can't wait a few measley weeks to get your sticky little hands on a copy, some enterprising chap has put a galley copy of the book up for sale on Amazon. [4/13/2005 Update: someone finally bought it!] I don't know how this guy got his hands on a galley, but God bless him for trying to make a few bucks off it.
Back then the book was still called Poof!, and only 25 copies were printed, so this really is a sweet collector's items. It also has the long introduction chapter which was ultimately cut from the final copy. Yes, overall Foop! is a better book than Poof! was, but a Poof! galley is a much better investment choice since in a few months there will be MILLIONS of copies of Foop! out there.
In other news, Chris went to Vermont this weekend to see what the deal is with maple syrup. After years of calmly listening while people gave him shit for putting Mrs. Buttersworth on his flapjacks instead of what they called "real maple syrup," Chris decided to see what all the fuss was about.
It turns out the fuss is this: maple syrup friggin rocks.
Here's one of the sugar houses Chris visited in southern Vermont:

The whole process, from getting the sap out of the trees to grading the syrup based on its color, is incredibly cool. And from the moment when he knocked back a shot of dark amber syrup, while the steam from the boiling sap floated through his hairy nostrils, Chris swore to never let that whore Mrs. Buttersworth touch his lips again.
But if you ever decide to make your way to Vermont to taste this holy nectar fresh from the trees yourself, and you happen to be either a vegetarian or Jewish, you should try to avoid this little sugar house:

The gentleman who runs it admitted to Chris that during sugaring season, when he's in the sugarhouse round the clock, he often cooks his meals in the boiling sap.
And what does he usually eat?
Oscar...Mayer...wieners.
Apparently, he's not alone. No wonder maple syrup tastes so damn good. It's laced with the greatest substance on earth: pork fat!
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although... i like chris' new bio picture... for some reason i also find it scary.
also, i love syrup farms.
also, i want an autographed copy of the book. i will pay real money.
that is all.
Posted by: beth at March 21, 2005 05:02 PM
Never fear, you will have an autographed copy shortly. And you can use that real money for something else because it's on the house.
As for Chris' new bio pic...it frightens me too. He reminds me of the creepy dog/bear costume guy from The Shining.
Posted by: pepino at March 21, 2005 05:11 PMMy dad just got his sugaring done up in NH, and I am eagerly awaiting my share of the harvest. Oh I know, everyone goes on about Vermont syrup and the color and clarity and bouquet and the fact that you can boil your weiner in it, but New Hampshire maple syrup scores significantly higher. It says so in Syrup Advocate and The Syrup Enthusiast.
Posted by: magazine man at March 23, 2005 10:58 PMHmmmm, I don't know about that. I was just reading an article in Maple Monthly entitled "Those Poor Saps." It claims that the reason why New Hampshirite syrup is so good is because they cook their sap at a much lower temperature than the Vermont sugarers. They say this creates a more complex maple flavor by not killing all of the maple bacteria floating around in there.
That's all well and good but the article goes on to say that these lower temperatures, while preventing people from cooking their hotdogs in the sap, leads to another, more troubling problem: sap pan bathing.
Apparently those hairy New Hampshirites, after a long day of sugaring, are stripping down to their birthday suits and hopping into the sap pans, treating it like some kind of natural hot spring. I'm all for relaxation, and I realize that the sugaring season is a lot of hard work, but I just don't feel comfortable pouring a liquid all over my pancakes that has been in contact with one or more of the following: New Hampshiremen's asses, nipples, armpits, crotches, or feet.
Contact with New Hampshirewomen's asses, nipples, armpits, crotches, or feet is fine (I'd actually pay a premium for that), but The Granite State's dudes need to keep their nuts and bolts out of the sap.
Posted by: pepino at March 24, 2005 10:26 AMYO MAN I LIKE MAPLE SUGA G-unit G-unit motha POPPERS YA NO MY G I LIKEW THE BOOK HA I DONT EVEN NO WAT IT IS WIGGA YA NO PAYCE MA WIGGA CHRIS YA G G-unit my home town makes it payce G-unit
Posted by: WIGGA at April 27, 2006 03:00 PM
