Monday, November 18, 2013

Tom says . . .

Just received this email from Tom, who found us via Tulsa Gal...

"Reading through your site brought back so many happy memories. I certainly wasn't one of the "cool kids" in a cool car - my ride up and down the strip when I was in high school was an oxidized red 62 Falcon Ranchero. With a straight six and 'three on the tree', I sure wouldn't win any drag races or catch the eye of many [ if any] girls, but it was mine and it got me there. Paid $100 for it from an older gentleman that my uncle knew who had used it mostly around his small farm outside of Pryor. It was pretty low miles for its age, but had a big dent in the right bedside where a cow had head-butted it. It also had Farm Plates ; the original owner told me to always carry a bale of hay or something in the back. If I got stopped in town for having Farm plates in the city, I could point to the hay and claim to be heading back from the feed store or something! [license plates for farm vehicles were only $10 a year, but were supposed to be used for farm business only]
Like most everyone else at that time, I went up and down Peoria almost every weekend evening in the summer.  Just cruising down the street, trying to look as cool as I could with a big cow dent in my car, KAKC playing through the tiny speaker atop the dash board, looking at the neat cars and the pretty girls. Being rather poor, Penningtons was a treat reserved for those rare occasions when there was a girl in the car! Of course, not having a shrimp basket for supper on Saturday night didn't mean I couldn't drive THROUGH Pennington's though! My Peoria fare was mostly the 19 cent "Der Mustard Dogs" at Der Weinerschnitzel. A couple of those and $5 of cut rate gasoline from the Hudson station and I was set! Of course, when I would have a friend or two with me - the extra guy sat in the back perched on the hay bale - they paid for the gas, so the old Ranchero got DX then!
Sorry I don't have any great stories to share. It was just a great time and a great place back then. Just the freedom of having your own car and the joy of driving around aimlessly was all the reward one could ask for.  It was fun just BEING there!"

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Greg Says . . .

" In the spring of '66 , I bought a new Norton N15 CS from Atlas Cycles when Kenneth was still down on 15th. Paid $1320. After a little tuning and fiddling around, I got it to go 13.20s IN the 1320! Cruised Peoria on it every weekend. Seems like every third car that summer was a Marina Blue SS Chevelle. Those 396 Chevelles were fairly quick for their time, IF you could put it down on the ground. Mostly, they just spun those little bias plys into smoke and didn't launch too well. Same thing with most of the 'fast' cars ; the best tires you could run on the street were Atlas Bucrons. They were better than the stock 6.70 x 14 or whatever, but nothing like slicks. The engines always overpowered the tires on the street.
At $10 a race - never more - I paid my Norton off before I was sent off to viet nam that autumn...
More later."

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Mark Says . . .

" My most vivid memory of  Peoria is from the first Saturday after I got my license. I had talked my folks into letting me borrow the car to "go for a little drive". Naturally, I headed straight to Peoria. Driving down the street in that Catalina with the windows down and the radio blaring, I felt pretty cool. Life was sweet!
As I was gawking at a couple of gorgeous girls in a Mustang going the opposite direction though, I rear ended the car in front of me. No damage to the Pontiac, but that poor little Volkswagen didn't fare too well.
My parents pulled my drivers license until my next birthday!"

Monday, May 6, 2013

Vowels. . .

Just received this email, and got quite a chuckle out of it.


Would you like to buy a vowel?


Vanna "

YrHmblHst's nom de plume comes as a tip o' the hat, and in homage to,  Henry N Manney III .   Would that I have near his wit and style with the quill ...

Friday, April 26, 2013

The Brook Theatre and Restaurant

Flying down the freeway in my friend's Firebird Friday, I figured it was finally time to foray forth towards the Ribbon again, so I finagled financing for the fuel and floored it, looking forward to foraging for history, fineries and flavourful food for the weekend there on 1300 block East. Forging up I44, I took the now unfamiliar 'new and improved' expanded exit onto Peoria and suddenly realised I had made a horrible mistake; I should have borrowed a Range Rover instead of that F body. The pounding that poor Pontiac took proceeding down Peoria was pitiful. Lord have mercy...that street is bad. I've been through tank traps at Camp Gruber that were better...
Anyway, after a quick rest stop at my buddy Mike's new/old house there a few blocks east of Whole Foods, and allowing the poor car to recuperate a bit from the bone and suspension jarring abuse just sustained, I went in search of sustenance. Deciding on a leisurely and [very] late lunch, YrHmblHst combined food with history and went to the Brook.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Karen says . . .

Received this email when I got back from Tulsa late this evening. Give it a read...

"Dear Sir,

My name is Karen ------- . I found your blog when I went looking for Pennington's Black Bottom Pie recipe online. Thank you for printing it! I plan on trying my hand at it this week.

I lived in Tulsa for six years - ages 11 through 17 - and remember it fondly. Tulsa was a great place then and I have nothing but happy memories. I realize that 40 years or so {and I'm not saying exactly how many! } can sometimes cloud the memory and paint the past with a soft rosy brush, but my parents agree that it was a great time all over and Tulsa was especially nice. So it's not just my memories of a happy childhood and teenage years! So many places and things there bring a smile to my face. I know my children have a hard time believing some of the stories, but those who were there know they are true. The freedom we had, the lack of worry, the lack of crime, etc were wonderful. No one thought anything of sending us kids to the store on our bikes or on foot by ourselves. We played and hung out with our friends all day, and no one even locked their doors, at least during the day. We rode our bikes all over. Stayed at the neighborhood pool for hours and no one worried about us. Mom and Dad would occasionally drop us at Bell's on a Saturday after lunch and come back and pick us up that evening. It was a great place and a great time.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Retirement Party!

Valued contributor and just general good guy, Driller at Driller's Place is retiring today from his 'day job'.  Click on over and send him a congratulatory note when you get a chance.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Black Bottom Pie

All this talk of Penningtons has YrHmblHst 'jonesing' for hamburgers, fries, cherry Dr Pepper and Black Bottom Pie. The first 3 are manageable, but only Penningtons can do the last item justice. Given the travesty of the reality of Pennington's demise, I am left with trying to replicate it on my own. A quick search garnered the recipe, which I want to share with you here.

Pennington's Black Bottom Pie
(from The Original Pennington's Cookbook, by Judy Pennington) 
1 9-inch pie shell, baked (recipe follows)
6 tablespoons cocoa
2 tablespoons butter
1 teaspoon butter extract or flavoring
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 1/4 cups milk
1 1/3 cups sugar
1/3 cup cornstarch
Pinch salt
4 eggs
1 capful red food coloring
Whipped topping:
1 cup whipping cream
1/4 to 1/3 cup confectioners sugar, or to taste
1. Make a high-fluted edge on pie shell when preparing shell to hold the filling.
2. Melt butter in a large double boiler over high heat. Add red food color, vanilla and butter extract. Add three-quarters of the milk and heat through. Reserve a quarter of the milk.
3. Mix all dry ingredients in a large bowl; add in remaining milk, blending until smooth. Separate eggs, storing whites in metal bowl in refrigerator; add yolks to mixture, whisking until smooth and well-blended.
4. When the mixture in the double boiler reaches 180 degrees, add cornstarch mixture, stirring constantly until the mixture thickens. Turn heat to low and cook for 1 hour.
5. Whip the egg whites until stiff peaks form. Fold the chocolate mixture into the egg white very gently, just until no white streaks appear. Refrigerate until pie is completely cooled. Top with whipped topping just before serving.
6. To make whipped topping, pour whipping cream into chilled mixing bowl. Add sugar and mix with chilled beaters. Mix on medium speed until peaks begin to form. Spread on pie with spatula. It should have peaks and waves on the surface.
Pennington's Pie Crust:
1 1/4 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup shortening
3 tablespoons water
1. Mix flour and salt in bowl. Lightly cut in shortening with pastry blender until mixture resembles coarse meal. Sprinkle in water, a small amount at a time, until all particles are moistened and cling together when pressed into a ball. Cover with a damp cloth and let rest a few minutes. Roll out thin (less than an 1/8 inch) on lightly-floured board.
2. Fold and place in pie pan. Prick bottom and sides of baking shell first. Bake at 425 degrees for 12 to 15 minutes or until lightly browned.
3. Cool
4. Assemble pie.
5. Enjoy.

Regrettably, YrHmblHst's efforts do not measure up to the original. You though, dear Reader, are encouraged to try your hand. Good Luck and Bon Apetit!

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Driller says . . .

Some more thoughts from the Driller . Always appreciate when he sends a thought or two, cause he was there.
Listen my children....

"If South Peoria was the Restless Ribbon, and it certainly was, then Pennington's Drive In was Ground Zero.  If you went to a movie at the Brook Theater, you drove up to Pennington's after the movie for a coke and fries.  If you went to a high school football game at Skelly Stadium, you drove to Pennington's after the game.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Picture Perfect

OK, so technically, the photo is not from Peoria. [it's Van Nuys in 73 according to photographer Larry Rothfork]  But I find it so perfectly evocative, that I included it here anyway.
Like Aerosmith sang...

Thursday, January 3, 2013