#chartucerie

[sohannabarberaesque]

Just imagine this with Top Cat and clowder:

Imagine the crew being treated by way of the Original Farmer's Market to some serious cheese, sausage and crackers--chartucerie, even, for a nice pace-changer of the highest order.

[foodmyheart]

Fall Chartucerie Board. Source: https://reddit.com/r/foodporn

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[yale-reject]

I spent the other night drunkenly stick and poking "rage & love" on my knuckles while watching the Sarah Z johnlock video because I'm a caricature

[theshittyfoodblog]

this amazing homemade chartucery Follow the ShittyFoodBlog for more!

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Napa Valley, eat your heart out!

SOMEWHERE IN THE FINGER LAKES WINE COUNTRY OF UPSTATE NEW YORK: So here we are, our motley little company of vagabonds in our new motorhome-centrist model of reportage, in a modest little winery in a rather interesting sort of place to associate with wine: Upstate New York, the Finger Lakes country even ... and to know that such has had Bacchanalian associations since just before the Civil War, one winery in Hammondsport having been registered as early as 1861, and even winning accolades as early as the 1890's for producing sparkling wines rivalling those of France's Champagne district!

At any rate, our company, as led by yours truly and Huckleberry Hound, find ourselves in the tasting rooms of a decent little winery beside the shores of Seneca Lake, such being part of a group of narrow, yet substantial, lakes of glacial origin in central New York, roughly encompassing the region between Syracuse and Rochester ... a winery as is pretty much starting to come noticed, in particular for some non-alcoholic wines such as we could get used to on occasion. After all, spare us your Night Train, your Thunderbird, your Wild Irish Rose even; we're Funtastics, and we're practically above such "fortified" nonsense as would make Bacchus cry!

At any rate, our crew is being guided through some chartucerie chosen to complement some non-alcoholic white wines such as best go with a table of Italian salames and proscuitto, German summer sausage, English water crackers and Norwegian Jarlsberg cheese ... and for sheer playfulness, Wally Gator couldn't resist the sheer experience of a winery tasting room for the first time!

"Though I have to admit, don't you know," Wally remarked, "my own tastes have tended to Old-School Floridian--Cuban sandwiches, Keys conch stew, battered shrimp and hush puppies, key lime pie, Caribbean rum cake and some hearty espresso in the Cuban manner!"

"I take it," Huck remarked, "the sort as is lovingly deep roasted and brewed on one of those stovetop espresso pots."

"Who'd have guessed?" was how Wally remarked.

As for Yogi and Boo-Boo, those ursine buddies were a little surprised by "such a fancy cheese-and-crackers setup," as Yogi parsed it, adding, "I have to acknowledge that back in Jellystone, we managed to sneak off some cheese, sausage and crackers from tourist types on occasion--"

To which Boo-Boo added, "With the inevitable objections from tourists and the rangers, no doubt."

"Such is life," said I as the sensation of such an unlikely sort of non-alcoholic white wine passed through my palate.

"At least it's a step ahead of bananas almost constantly" was how Magilla Gorilla parsed things while unto another pairing of some hunter's sausage and cheese onto a savoury cracker, adding "But who could resist such an unlikely wine as this?" (Which had a waiter serving our tasting room table explain that the wine was non-alcoholic.)

"Quite delectable," Huckleberry Hound remarked in his laid-back Southern manner, "to say the least." Especially considering that the width of Seneca Lake is barely a mile or so between shores.

(Oh, and did I mention the "I [Love] NY" buttons handed out in the end?)

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Imagine this unlikely(?!) scenario of a Hanna-Barbera Character Convocation

Let's say it's at the chartucerie table ... where we find no less than Yogi Bear, Hair Bear (from Help! ... It's The Hair Bear Bunch!) and Hustle (from CB Bears) making the rounds of cheese, sausage and crackers, the latter including not just Ritz and Town House, but also Sailor Boy Pilot Biscuits (courtesy of Breezly Bruin), Arnott's SAO and Jatz (courtesy Kwicky Koala) and Stoned Wheat Thins, for the sake of variety.

And their common presence reveals a Most Unlikely Secret: Hair Bear and Hustle happen to be relatives of Yogi Bear, especially sharing a most unlikely common interest for food in substantial quantities. And for some reason, Hair Bear somehow can't resist salames such as are at the heart of a decent chartucerie table, Hustle (and, in a way, the CB Bears) being fond of Landjager summer sausage and Yogi--well, from his experiences in Jellystone Park, I assume you get the idea.

Not to mention the iced tea and soda on offer.

[sohannabarberaesque]

In casual conversation at a Character Convocation between Peter Potamus and Mr. Jinks over the chartucerie board

PETER POTAMUS, somewhat off-the-cuff: Uh, Jinksie--if I can call you that--

MR. JINKS: I'd rather prefer being addressed as "Mr. Jinks," more or less, but ... alright, you can call me Jinksie ...

PETER POTAMUS: Have you ever considered taking up diving?

MR. JINKS: You mean, like, the underwater sort?

PETER POTAMUS: That was what I had in mind, Jinksie!

MR. JINKS: Like, if the opportunity were to present itself to get away from all the antics of "those meeces" for awhile, like their planting an extra-potent strain of catnip in the garden just to annoy yours truly--that would certainly be interesting to consider!

PETER POTAMUS: We can discuss the opportunity for setting up some diving lessons sometime....

MR. JINKS: At least anything to get my catnip-infected mind off of "those meeces" for awhile....

[sohannabarberaesque]

In conversation between Magilla Gorilla and The Banana Splits' Bingo over a tray of chartucerie laid on by Bristlehound and Dum-Dum

BINGO, somewhat on the nostalgic side: Magilla, I assume you still remember that supermarket appearance we met some years ago?

MAGILLA GORILLA: And who wouldn't, especially given that arm-wrestling match we had (and which turned up in online video), even if the appearance was on behalf of Niedermeyr's Sarsparilla?

BINGO: I think we Splits still remember those adverts with the broken English; those seemed to keep airing pretty much all day and all night! And I admit we were rather lucky to try Niedermeyr's Sarsparilla before the shortages began setting in!

MAGILLA GORILLA: Credit, no doubt, to my charm and good looks--and who could argue with that, even with that appearance being pretty much in line with what you expect when you're a commercial star, and then some? (Not to mention chowing down on a few hot dogs as well as part of the show!)

BINGO: [Chuckling] We never underestimated your talent or charm, even if the campaign ended rather abruptly!

MAGILLA GORILLA: Blame overwhelming demand which Niedermeyr's was unable to satisfy--ultimately to be put down to yours truly!

BINGO, stunned at the revelation: So that explains everything!

[Stunned silence momentarily]

MAGILLA GORILLA: And isn't this chartucerie rather impressive?

BINGO: [Cracks up in laughter]

[sohannabarberaesque]

Some staples of the early-evening chartucerie hospitality table of Bristlehound and Dum-Dum during the Summer of Hanna-Barbera at Rex Beach on Lake Betty

*Some rich, and especially multi-grain, crackers such as Vinta, Grains First, Triscuit and Stoned Wheat Thins

*A variety of dry sausages (summer sausage, Landjager, cervelat) and salame (especially so the Genoese and Calabrese varieties, and even more so the more flavourful sort such as are air-dried for an especially distinctive taste)

*On occasion, proscuitto

*In the cheese department, discoveries beyond the usual cheddar or Swiss befitting the chartucerie (in particular gouda, edam, colby, Monterey jack and machengo)

*Drinks being mainly mineral water such as Perrier, Spa Monopole, Vichy Celestins, Ramlosa, Apollinaris, Gerolsteiner or San Pellegrino, as well as soft drinks based on said mineral waters or incorporating fruit essences

And what unlikely hosts at the chartucerie besides!

[sohannabarberaesque]

Variations on the theme "It's Tony's Night!" (as in frozen pizza), Hanna-Barbera version

*"It's Huckleberry Hound's Night!": Make-your-own grits bar

*"It's Pixie and Dixie's Night!": Cheese tray

*"It's Quick Draw McGraw's Night!": Cliched Mexican food (tacos, burritos, nachos, tamales), maybe some chili in the bargain

*"It's Top Cat's Night!": Delicatessen bar, with plenty of sandwich makings right down to the rather chewy New York-style delicatessen rye bread and such esoteric sodas as birch beer, cream soda and celery tonic

*"It's Snagglepuss' Night!": Carve-yourself smoked ham, smoked turkey breast, roast beef, chateaubriand and you can guess the rest

*"It's Wally Gator's Night!": Typically Floridian stuff like Cuban sandwiches, conch stew and key lime pie

*"It's Peter Potamus' Night!": Hawai'ian-model luau

*"It's The Banana Splits' Night!": What else?

*"It's The Cattanooga Cats' Night!": Biscuit sandwiches, Brunswick stew, chess pie or pecan pie

*"It's Bristlehound and Dum-Dum's Night!": Chartucerie

*"It's The Skatebirds' Night!": Fish-and-chips

*"It's Kwicky Koala's Night!": Grilled shrimp, meat pies with sauce, sausage rolls, Vegemite and SAO, Devonshire tea

[sohannabarberaesque]

Poetry Corner

It may be a little hard to describe in words what must go through the minds of the Hair Bear Bunch out riding the waves at their Secret Surf and Dive Spot (or anywhere else they happen to enjoy surfing), except to say that the stoke ensuing must be of a rather gratifying sort, especially in that green womb as is certainly a surfer’s dream come true.

Or even what goes through the mind of Peter Potamus when he goes diving, especially in the uncharted reaches of a Polynesia where time seems to have stood still, where nakedness is still the fashion of choice, where sexuality is frankly and candidly approached, and where dolphins seem like extended family-- and even the dolphins respect them for that.

Or through the shared experience of Bristlehound and Dum-Dum in what must be a casually lazy houseboat journey down no less than the Mississippi River, sandbars and all, just playing it casual from town to town, experiencing the joys of chartucerie as dinner, and sleeping on the roof of their houseboat just for the sake of fresh air (unless it should rain).

Or what must excite Crazy Claws over the summer in his retreat down Wisconsin Dells way, on Artificial Lake Delton even, where fellow characters across the Hanna-Barbera stable can relax and chill among the waterslides and the rocks ... especially when Crazy Claws leads some kayaking excursions from the Upper Dells and points northward as part of the broader experience.

Or Trolldom from out Trolltown and surrounds way, the introllconnexion with Nature being something of a Troll trait as explains their closeness to the outdoors, a closeness which trollventures galore manifest with such closeness to Nature being essential to such trollpreciations through outdoor sport such as you probably can assume is extant.

It may be a little hard to describe in words. And then some.

I still trust these exercises in poesy are found enjoyable by you, and your comments and suggestions (not to mention poetic offerings) are appreciated.

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Chartucerie Impromptu with Lippy the Lion and Peter Potamus

It’s a well-established fact that Hanna-Barbera voice master Daws Butler used a Joe E. Brown-inspired voice for both Lippy the Lion and Peter Potamus, the which, to this day, has led many fans to wonder if there was much distinction vocally between the happy-go-lucky lion and the hippo in safari garb. But at any rate, since this is fanfic by and large ...

It was at a somewhat modestly-sized supermarket tending to “colonial” foods near the Peter Potamus diver’s compound on a somewhat ennui-weighted Saturday afternoon (complicated all the more so by the threat of rain) that such an improbable pair of divers as Peter Potamus and Lippy the Lion decided to do some shopping, coming up with a decent little chartucerie plate as would suffice for supper that evening.

“So what exactly is this chartucerie you were talking about on the drive over?” asked Lippy as the pair made their entrance known.

“Lippy,” as Peter explained, “chartucerie is basically a tray of sausages, salame, cheeses and crackers. And I mean REAL cheeses, not cheese spread; real such actually adds a sort of texture to the tray.”

“Still, though, Peter,” Lippy replied, “I see ‘chartucerie’ as a sort of fancy term for what’s essentially a meat-and-cheese tray.”

“But as long as you know what you’re seeking out, our crew is certain to be impressed!”

Still, trying to look impressive while having to watch every cent can turn out having its benefits: Some assistance from the delicatessen counter was able to turn up some otherwise common-or-garden summer sausages and salame as would be so deserving, not to mention some decently-priced Tillamook cheddar and Californian Monterey Jack. And as for the crackers, some unlikely opportunity for variety came along via Breton and Vinta such (”Methinks Ritz crackers seem a little overrated for a budget-basement chartucerie attempt”--Lippy the Lion) ... let alone enquiries into whether Peter still had a marble cheese slicer he got some years back as a cheesy Christmas gift from a fan back in Wisconsin to slice up the cheeses, to begin with.

And considering where the rain was just getting a little heavy as our pair was getting back to their car, the rush couldn’t have been more obvious even as they took the chartucerie items back into Peter’s house for preparing and setting up same--and you could imagine the whole making up the Travelling SCUBA Par-tay being a little stunned and bewildered at seeing Peter and Lippy all wet. Even as Peter explained that in lieu of supper, a meat and cheese tray would be laid on for that evening.

Not quite the sort for some serious orderliness, admittedly, it took Peter and Lippy quite the while to find as much a decent serving tray as the aforementioned cheese slicer, the latter quickly located by a certain nephew of Loopy De Loop by name of Bon-Bon (who sliced up the cheeses, whereas Ding-a-Ling, boon companion of Hokey Wolf, sliced up the sausages and salame, even becoming mildly intoxicated by the aromatic sensation of the salame’s cracked black pepper hinted with some garlic in the bargain).

As for how it all turned out, even with the weirdest and most exaggerated of diving stories to be shared, and diving plans to be laid bare (including another such off Catalina in a matter of days) ... hardly a crumb was left on the tray within half a hour of its being made ready. Such may have been plain-looking for chartucerie, but at least our divers couldn’t resist something different.

Could it have been likely that the very sausage-and-cheese tray approach may have loosened tongues thus? We can never know.

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[sohannabarberaesque]

How unlikely it can get during a houseboat cruise down the Mississippi River with Dum-Dum and Bristlehound when--

DUM-DUM, otherwise the boon compadre of Touche Turtle: Have you ever tried chartucerie?

BRISTLEHOUND, basically a little on the less-sophisto side: Uh, what exactly is this "chartucerie" you speak of?

DUM-DUM: Think of it as a party tray featuring cheeses, sausages and salame--best served on crackers. Sort of a sophisticated party tray, thinking Snagglepuss here....

[Meanwhile, momentarily--]

SNAGGLEPUSS: Heavens to chartucerie!

[Now, back to the houseboat--]

BRISTLEHOUND, with a slight chuckle ensuing: Not a bad idea ... especially if we can manage to dock someplace like Winona or LaCrosse for the night; they might have supermarkets which understand what chartucerie is, and could make us up a tray of such. Still, though, Dum-Dum, you had me thinking there....

DUM-DUM: And who wouldn't, especially when it comes to imaginative supper alternatives on a houseboat!

BRISTLEHOUND: Even if it isn't Yogi's Ark, to be candid about it.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Meanwhile, back at the Aldi--

[Whereupon Hokey Wolf and his compadre, Ding-a-Ling, notice on the shelves the "Specially Selected" appellation on certain gourmet-type foods....]

DING-A-LING: Jeez, Hokey ... and you wonder why, for a cheap supermarket like Aldi is, they have a brand called "Specially Selected", which makes you wonder just who made the selection to begin with?

HOKEY WOLF, with the usual Sgt. Bilko-model swagger: That, Ding, is beyond our ken--and besides, I noticed these Clancy's snack crackers are probably a few cents cheaper than that faux-high end stuff they call "Specially Selected"! Now, just add some Happy Farms cheese and whatever they call the salame or summer sausage here, and we could have ourselves some serious (and yet sensible) chartucerie!

DING-A-LING, taking stock of the Clancy's label for snack foods used by Aldi: And you're probably wondering just who this Clancy is behind Clancy's chips and crackers, Hokey....

HOKEY WOLF: Ding, you can't always be serious ... and besides, can you just imagine Yogi Bear having the run of one of these in Jellystone Park, if they actually allowed Aldi to open one of their stores on a Federal Reservation?

DING-A-LING: Such must be life these days ...

[Meanwhile, close behind Hokey and Ding-a-Ling--]

YOGI BEAR: Did somebody happen to mention my name just now?

HOKEY WOLF, somewhat excitedly: Was it just me, Ding, or was it really Yogi Bear we just ran into?

YOGI BEAR: Who were you expecting, Hustle from the CB Bears?!