This is not Herb Alpert’s backup band. Nor is it some groovy hippie recipe for a pharmaceutical trainride to Mars, though given that this recipe dates from 1967, the name exudes a certain – how shall I put it? A certain psychedelic je-ne-sais-quoi.
But this is from the Pillsbury Bake-Off cookbook. Not the Pillsbury Love-In cookbook! ( I’d love to see what that would be like though!). Ann Pillsbury and the lady contributors would not approve. So I want to know how the Tijuana Hash lady thought up the name. And why Ann Pillsbury et al approved the name. (I suspect that naughty Betty Crocker had a hand in this, oh yes I do! This is exactly the sort of thing she would serve at one of her Frankly Fancy parties!)
In case you are having a few hippie homemakers over to, I don’t know, what would they like to do? Perhaps make bead curtains while listening to Strawberry Alarm Clock – anyway, here’s what you can have on hand when they all get the munchies:
I omitted the author’s name in case she is a dear old lady somewhere who might not appreciate me linking her to the Tijuana Hash.
Did you notice that there is actually a non-Pillsbury intruder in this dish – who the hell is Mary Kitchen! What is she doing at the Pillsbury Bake-Off?
I’ll bet she’s in cahoots with Betty. I just know those two are up to something! Hmmm…
Let’s wrap this whole bizarre episode up with Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass playing “Spanish Flea” in TIjuana in a bull ring in 1965. This was the theme for “The Dating Game,” one of my childhood favorites (what? there were cartoons only on Saturday mornings back then, I had to watch something!). Also my parents liked this sort of stuff so I had to hear it at home, too. Herb is trumpet-syncing. Also, I love how the guy on the left is barely shaking his marraca. (Paging Davy Jones!) He (the guy, not Davy Jones) is holding a trombone too, why is that?
So many silly questions, so little to go on…