Celebrating With A Grand Finale And Gearing Up For A Second Season Of When Fact Met Fiction

Okay, Since the Grand Finale of When Fact Met Fiction we HAVE been writing – a lot.  Just not on the blog.  And we are sorry for being silent for a bit. But we’re back, so let us catch you up on what’s been happening.

The Top 5 Things That Have Kept Us Too Busy To Write Blog Posts:

  1. We had a GRAND FINALE!

    We filled up seats at Asheville Pizza and Brewing co. on Merrimon Ave. with cast, crew and some amazing fans to watch the entire first season of When Fact Met Fiction. As you can see, we had a fantastic time.

    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    The crazy cast of When Fact Met Fiction. Madison Garris, Rebekah Babelay, Jeff Alexander, Josef Liner, Miles Rice, Karen Covington-Yow and Carol Anderson at the When Fact Met Fiction Grand Finale.
    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    The music team for When Fact Met Fiction. Ethan Liner, Matt Williams and Miles Rice.
     Rebekah Babelay, Jeff Alexander, Mondy Carter and Carol Anderson at the When Fact Met Fiction premier.
    When fact Met Fiction on the big screen.
    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    Director/creator Stefan Liner with Jeff Alexander and Rebekah Babelay to the When Fact Met Fiction Grand Finale.
    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    Madison Garris signs a poster at the When fact Met Fiction Grand Finale.
    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    Karen Covington-Yow gets tickled at the When fact Met Fiction Grand Finale.

    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    Rebekah Babelay and Jeff Alexander.
  2. We had a table read with the cast.

    Not only did this give a feel for where we are going in season 2, but it was just so much fun having these great people in one room again. Can’t wait to start shooting later this year.

  3. We have been tweaking some episodes for season 2 of When Fact Met Fiction as well as writing new episodes.

    This is always a process. I can confidently say that everything we thought would happen for these characters could change. It is never set in stone and is always possible to change until it is a wrap.

  4. We’ve been working on the main page for our crowdfunding campaign.

    This is a huge job and there are only three of us managing it so needless to say, we are covered over, but we’ll do our best along with everything else.

  5. We got some of our cast and team together to shoot the video for our crowdfunding campaign.

    We are blessed with a cast of people who go out of their way to help us out. We worked four hours getting our crowdfunding video shot and we can’t say a big enough THANK YOU to those who were able to participate. They are the best! We’ll share the final video with you soon.

… And we aren’t going to have much breathing room for the next few months. Here’s why:

  1. We are swimming in pre-production stuff –  Finding locations, running auditions for new characters, hiring crew, designing sets, creating our new branding. This list feels endless.

  2. We are managing fundraising –  Not only are we building a crowdfunding campaign, but we are knocking on the doors of businesses and people who love supporting the arts. Especially, those who want to support talent local to Western North Carolina.

  3. We are in development for other projects coming down the line – In order to not lag behind we have to double our efforts where future content is concerned. That means working toward the next big thing, while we are working on the current project.

  4. Sometimes we need to eat, sleep and breath – We try to fit this in on a fairly regular basis. Unfortunately, we don’t always succeed. Good thing we love coffee… and we love what we do.

We can’t wait to bring the next season of When Fact Met Fiction your way. Thank you for being –  THE BEST FANS EVER.

In case you missed it, here is a fun Video Interview with Karen Covington – Yow on playing the part of a ‘cougar’ on When Fact Met Fiction.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce. When Fact Met Fiction

Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce

Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce first makes an appearance in the third episode of When Fact Met Fiction.

Jon is being led away into Celeste’s office for a “talk” with Poppy Stanhope. But on the way Poppy spies the photo display for her recipe, “Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce. She stops to address Mel as he prepares to take the photo. She questions why he has a bikini instead of a coconut bra.
POPPY
(joyfully)
My Banana Split Pudding with Praline Sauce…
(correcting Mel)
Shouldn’t there be a coconut bra instead of a bikini.
MEL
Have any laying around?
POPPY
A few.
The story Jon Frank writes on the show and the story that ends up being published have definite differences, but the Banana Split Pudding and the coconut bra play an important part in one of the most entertaining stories found in Southern Sunset Magazine. You can read, Tarzan And The W.A.S.P. before you dive into making some of the best Banana pudding you’ve ever tasted. Or you can watch the episode that inspired it HERE.

This Banana Split Pudding recipe is enough to feed a small crowd.

Perfect for family gatherings and potlucks.

Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce. When Fact Met Fiction
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Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce
Prep Time
15 mins
 

Banana pudding is a southern staple in the dessert category. Now we have raised the bar by having banana folded in throughout the pudding, adding a delectable praline sauce and strawbeey garnishes.

Course: Dessert
Cuisine: American
Servings: 10
Ingredients
  • 4 1/2 cups Milk
  • 2 cups sugar divided
  • 6 eggs separated
  • 1/2 cup cornstarch
  • 6 Large Bananas
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 2 tbsp butter
  • 1 box Nilla Wafers
  • 6 Strawberries
  • 1 cup Brown Sugar Firmly Packed
  • 1/2 cup Half and half
  • 1/2 cup butter
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1/2 tsp rum extract
Instructions
Pudding
  1. Preheat Oven to 400 degrees F

  2. In a large saucepan whisk 4 cups milk and 1 1/2 cups sugar. Place pan on medium heat and bring liquid to a simmer.

    Pudding
  3. Whisk the egg yolks together .

  4. Temper the egg yolks by adding a small amount of the hot milk then whisk the egg mixture into the rest of the hot milk mixture.

  5. Make a slurry by dissolving the cornstarch in the remaining milk.

  6. Whisk the slurry into the hot milk mixture. bring it to a boil then reduce heat to a simmer. Cook the mixture stirring constantly, until the pudding is thickened. This will take 4 - 7 minutes. Remove from heat.

  7. Chop 3 bananas into 1/2 inch cubes. and slice the other 3 bananas (set theses aside)

    Chopped Bnanas
  8. Fold into pudding the vanilla, cubed bananas and butter.

  9. In a large, oven safe dish make one single layer of Nilla Wafers, sliced bananas, and pudding. Depending on the shape and depth of your dish you will make either 2 or 3 layers. Set aside.

Meringue
  1. Beat egg whites with whip attachment until soft peaks form. slowly add the remaining sugar and whip into stiff peaks.

  2. Cover the pudding completely with the meringue and bake at 400 degrees F for 3-4 minutes. Remove from oven.

Praline Sauce
  1. Combine brown sugar, half and half and butter in small saucepan. Heat to boiling and stir 1 minute. Remove from heat and stir in extracts.

    Praline Sauce
  2. Drizzle praline sauce over the meringue and garnish with strawberries.

Add some pizazz by garnishing with decorative strawberries.

Do you have a favorite dessert that is perfect for serving a large group of people?

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Sexy FedEx Driver

Mine: A story about a cat and her sexy FedEx Driver

Mine

A Story About a Cat and Her Sexy FedEx Driver

By Jon Frank

 He picks me up around my belly. I hate that. But then his bulky muscular arms turn me toward his face and pull me in close. Our eyes lock and he speaks soothingly to me. I should scratch his eyes out, but he sounds kind, he smells good. He rubs my ears. That is my favorite, but of course I resist purring. After all, I need to keep my dignity.
He is calm, not like most Stompers always kicking and thumping about. He is taking me back to her, My Gentle. I do not want to go, and I should kick away and dart for the bushes again. I am sure I am faster. He caught me by surprise when he leaped from his big white truck, but I am ready now. Yet his purple and black shirt feels so rough and nubbly against my nose. I tell him so, but like all Stompers he does not understand me because he is stupid.
She is waiting, My Gentle. She carefully lifts me from his grasp. I struggle some because I like the way he smells – and he is still outside. They meow to each other and My Gentle touches his arm. They yowl some more and he hands her something. He is always handing her stuff. Sometimes it is a big package filled with the poppy-poppy stuff that sticks to my tail. I do not like that. But sometimes it has cat toys in it or nibbles. Then I like him.
They meow some more and she takes me inside. I expect to be scolded but instead she sets me down softly, peers out the window, and sighs heavily.  She mews at me and then hurries upstairs.
I will not follow. There are things in the big room that need attention, but first I must express my anger at being brought inside. The curtains are right there, but the damage is not immediately noticeable. The couch and chairs are a definite no-no. I would spend the night in the garage for that. Carpet? No. Banister? Too permanent, and a trip to the white-clad Stompers.  Laundry? Definitely laundry. I seek out the basket and relieve myself there. I don’t cover it. She needs to know my displeasure. I need to hear the sound of her mournful mewling.
Short Story "Mine"
The kitchen window beckons and I find myself in deep thought there. The birds are unusually quiet for this time of day. I call to them through the screen with my expert bird noises, but as usual they do not respond. They sense danger, but not from me. From something else, probably Nigel, the big black tom next door. I hate him. That sleek muscular build, long winsome tail, and subtle white blazing on his chest may turn the other female’s heads – but not mine. I am far too perfect for him. Yes, it is true I slipped outside this morning because he called. But it was out of curiosity, not desire. If he calls again, I will not answer. I stretch and extend my claws to emphasize my point.
“Nigel, do not come here again tonight under this window after dark when My Gentle is sleeping and where I might or might not be waiting,” I call out.
I jump down and slither into the big room. My perch tree is there and I climb to my throne to survey the kingdom. My Gentle is still upstairs, using water from the sound of it. I too take a cleaning and drift into a short sleep of merely three hours or so. I am rudely awakened by a knock on the door. My Gentle opens it and I am surprised to see the Stomper has returned. My Gentle calls my name, so I deign to acknowledge their presence by jumping down and approaching. The Stomper is carrying bags and he no longer wears the skin he had on this morning. Gone is the purple and black, and he now wears stripes like the fat tabby Holford from across the street. I rub against his legs and act like I want to be petted. If he responds I will let him pet me exactly twice before I bite.
They go into the kitchen. She puts her paw on his arm and he does not pull away. He unloads the bags and wonderful smells assault my senses. There is Meat! Wondrous Meat and something else. Something intoxicating. . .
I jump to the counter and My Gentle shoos me off. I must know what is in that blue box. I tell her to give it to me but of course she does not listen. She is too stupid to understand my clear instructions. I will walk on her feet. She shoves me away and continues talking to the Stomper. Shoves me! That is it. The next time I escape, I shall not return. Until supper. Then I will sit in front of the big window which is also a door, and give her The Look.
The Stomper is opening all the Meat now. He is meowing at My Gentle as he places it on the cutting board. Stupid Stomper, give me the Meat or she will put it on fire and ruin it. But wait, he is doing something else now. Yes, he is adding the blue box stuff to it, the one with the strange heady smell. He puts a small bit into the Meat. He pounds and crushes the Meat now with his sinuous muscles. My Gentle is leaning in closer and she coos softly. Watch out, you silly Stomper. She will act like she wants you to be with her, but she will bite. I would.
Now he mixes in some other things with the Meat. Other delicious-smelling stuff. I will again walk over and delight them with my presence. My Gentle tries to shoo me away again, but the Stomper leans down and gives me a sample of the Meat. Careful, My Gentle. I will steal him from you.
The Stomper returns to his work and sets the bowl aside. He takes something else out of the bag. It is a Fish! A whole Fish!persian cat
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I tell him and rub my body and butt against him. See, stupid My Gentle? This is how you get a man; do you not realize he caught the Fish for me?
My Gentle laughs and cuddles closer to the Stomper, my Stomper. His broad paws knead the Fish and Meat, expertly massaging in the smell-goods he has brought with him. My Gentle now has her own paws in the bowl with the Stomper’s and they are both kneading the Meat. Are they going to sleep in it? Stupids. Give it to me!
I see My Gentle has stepped up her game, because her eyes are dilated and she has lowered the tone of her meow to entice the Stomper.  Ah, ah, ah, My Gentle, you don’t have what it takes. Watch me as I leap to the windowsill and prance with my tail high. Ha! You don’t even have a tail, you silly Manx.
It is time for me to end all this foolishness and take him for myself. I hop to the table, a no-no spot – but this calls for desperate measures. I stretch languidly and ease myself into my most alluring pose and cast my deep, blue Persian eyes upon him. To emphasize my desirability, I lick my muzzle.
My Gentle points to me and laughs again, leaning further into the Stomper. He laughs too as he washes his paws. Witch! You have left me no choice. Now I shall have to use the Move. No male can resist it. He will be mine henceforth and you will be relegated to the lesser males.
I lick my paw, wet my ear, then roll over on my back. But ah, here is the best part. I twist my head a little and quietly mew, “Come here.” Yes! I have him!
He puts the Meat into a dish and comes toward me with it.  An offering for forgiveness of his transgressions with My Gentle. I turn over and meet his paws with my face, making sure to mark him as mine. He sets the bowl down and I smell its delicious aroma. I almost embarrass myself at how quickly I accept his offering.
Later on the couch, I allow My Gentle to sit with him as they watch the flicker of the fire. I lay on the table before him and show him my belly, which he strokes sweetly. He is a good Servant and will be allowed here again. But of course he must be reminded of his place, so I clamp down with all four paws and bite him.

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Chilled Cookies and Cream Pie

Chilled Cookies and Cream Pie

Who doesn’t love the taste of cookies and cream?

Oreos first debuted with their cookies and cream goodness in 1912. And since then they have remained a favorite treat for young and old alike. They have also become a kitchen staple for many delicious desserts. Today’s recipe features the chocolatey taste of this beloved cookie. But before we give you that recipe enjoy the story that brings to life one woman’s enduring love and the part that a cookies and cream pie played in keeping that love alive. Read the short story “6 pm” by Jon Frank.

Here is our version of a chilled cookies and cream pie.

We tweaked it, tasted it and it was a hit. Give it a try and then tell us how you liked it or send us a picture. Can’t wait to hear from you.

Chilled Cookies and cream Pie
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Chilled Cookies and Cream Pie

A chocolatey, from scratch, pie crust cradles a light and creamy cheesecake inspired filling that is loaded with crushed oreos then topped with homemade whipped cream garnished with more oreos. It doesn't get better than this.

Course: Dessert
Cuisine: American
Ingredients
  • 1 1/4 cups white sugar
  • 2/3 cup flour
  • 3/4 cup cocoa powder
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1 stick butter melted
  • 2 8 oz. blocks cream cheese
  • 1 8 oz. tub Cool Whip
  • 1 cup powdered sugar
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 20 Oreo cookies crushed
  • 5 Oreo cookies crushed for garnish
Instructions
Pie crust
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

  2. Line a 9" deep dish pie pan with parchment paper. Grease and dust lightly with cocoa powder.

  3. Combine first 4 dry ingredients and mix well.

  4. Add melted butter and mix until thoroughly incorporated and resembles a soft dough.

  5. Press dough evenly into pie pan and bake in 350 degree oven for 10 minutes.

  6. Set aside to cool.

Pie filling
  1. Beat the blocks of cream cheese until creamy.

  2. Gradually add the powdered sugar and beat until combined.

  3. Add in the cool whip and beat until very creamy then fold in the crushed Oreos and pour into cooled pie crust.

  4. Spread until evenly distributed and place into freezer.

Whipping cream
  1. Chill a metal bowl in the freezer until cold.

  2. Pour the heavy cream into chilled bowl add 1 tsp vanilla and beat on high until thickened and peaks form.

  3. Place the whipped cream into a piping bag with tip or a Ziplock with 1/4"  of the corner cut off and pipe the whipped cream over the entire pie.

  4. Garnish with Oreo pieces from 5 cookies.

Watch Episode 2 of When Fact Met Fiction to see how a scene with cookie wrappers became the inspiration for this recipe.


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