It’s as American as Apple Pie, Boobs & the NY Yankees

Recipe Source: Unknown
Year: N/A most likely 1920s
Recipe: Apple Cheese Cake
Music to cook by:  I Believe (Frank Sinatra)

My dad is a brilliant physicist by day and an artist by night.  Physics pays the bills.  Art satisfies his soul.

The first nude painting that I ever saw as a child was painted by my dad. It hung in his office in our home.  It was a pastel painting of Playboy Playmate, Donna Michelle (created from a photo).  Needless to say,  I was taught that nude art was not always about sexuality. Being thrust in front of a bare-breasted Manet in an art gallery never embarrassed me.

I’m not a fan of Dad’s nude art (I like his landscapes), but thanks to him I understand why artists paint/sculpt nudes. Sometimes he paints a nude that I actually like. Yesterday,  he unveiled a new nude that rendered me speechless.

It was a day just like any other day.  I was at work.  It was lunch time.  Instead of socializing in the cafeteria, I ate my lunch at my desk and logged on to Facebook. I noticed that Dad was posting pictures of his latest nude paintings.  I thought nothing of it.  Five minutes later he posted the mother of all mothers.  A Dyson vacuum has nothing on the inhale of a gasp that I exerted.

Here it is….. Ready?

Painting by Dr. James Trolinger. God bless Major League Baseball, boobs, and the New York Yankees!

Dad told Facebookville the painting was his tribute to Major League Baseball. The first thing that came to my mind when I saw it was, “It’s as American as apple pie, boobs and the New York Yankees!”   I started giggling uncontrollably.  Never before has a nude painting caused me to act like 7 year-old school girl.  I cannot explain my reaction to this particular painting.

If I had the privilege of editing the painting, I would add an apple-pie bra and an American flag.

Painting by Dr. James Trolinger. Apple pie-bra by Kris Trolinger Brummett.

I suspect to teach me a lesson to not laugh at the nudes, this painting might be waiting for me under the Christmas tree this year at which point I will be obligated to hang it somewhere in my house.   You can help me!  I’ll tell you how in a minute.

To connect this MLBoob painting to the Great Grandmother experiment, I decided to look for an apple-pie recipe in her journal. I thought I would try and construct a real-life apple-pie bra.  Despite the early Americana-ism of apple pie, SHE HAD NO RECIPES FOR ONE!!!!!.  I did find a recipe for apple cheesecake. With my foot still in a cast,  I did not attempt to make an apple cheesecake bra. I thought I’d share the recipe anyhow.  Here it is:

 

Apple Cheese Cake - Where's the cream cheese? DUDE!

Don’t lie! You know you started singing Patty Cake, Patty Cake after reading this recipe!

Okay, let’s go back to how you can keep the  ”Apple Pie, Boobs, and New York Yankees” painting out of my pile of Christmas gifts.   Dad very rarely sells his paintings.  He will, however, give you a painting if you make a donation to breast cancer research and let him know about it.  Please. PLEASE. SOMEBODY MAKE A DONATION AND ASK FOR THIS PAINTING!  :-)

For more information on my Dad’s art, visit http://www.worldsworsttourist.com/art/index.htm.  See a painting you like?  Remember, he will give you ANY available painting if you donate to breast cancer research!  We need to save the ta-tas for the artists of the world!