Wayne Thiebaud’s Around the Cake is probably my dream come true: Immediate access to dessert (the most beautiful promenade of individual slices) AND no evidence (like the ever-widening Pacmac mouth that that hints at yes, I had another slice).
Breakfast of champions, really.
Can someone just come to my doorstep and drop this off? Either the painting or the actual open-faced peanut butter and jelly. Well, both, ideally.
One for each time I’m going to say, “It’s only Tuesday?!” today. Guaranteed gone by….nine-thirty this morning.
I was so pumped to learn Wayne Theibaud’s Boston Cremes and Pies, Pies, Pies were a part the Crocker Art Museum collection. And then I realized that Betty Crocker isn’t actually a real person — it’s named after the California Supreme Court Justice.
So while I had MY MOMENT of this being in the Betty Crocker Museum, I discovered Betty Crocker’s image is as boring as you’d think it’d be. As her image changed, artists reinvented the brunette, brownie-lovin’ broad to be
“a professional woman, approachable, friendly, competent and as comfortable in the boardroom as she is in the dining room.”
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