Here's a few cliche phrases that just didn't quite settle because they were lame as hell:
- Grill baby Grill--so cliche it teetered on national embarrassment. I'd probably get sued for copyright infringement.
- Master and Commander (of the grill) --No, I really didn't mean that. It's groanworthy to the point of humiliating.
- Insert long and pointless title about grilling.
- Search the internet and come up with a foreign sounding title that is both quippy and clever.
- And lastly, grab the first movie that comes to mind and put grill into the title.
Thus, a blog entry is born. I don't know that much about the art of cooking outdoors. I do know that it doesn't look like what is about to be shown. No, men are not the only gender that does the grilling. I know this. However, this is 1965. I can guess women were making their aspics. Pure speculation.
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Better Homes and Gardens Barbecue Book, 1965 |
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The pickle is the star here. Basically it's ground beef and fillers wrapped around a big pickle and topped with catsup (not ketchup). This burger macabre is enough to get someone banned from society. |
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Reason #21,336 why meatloaf should have never been made. |
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This ought to end the current trend that bacon makes everything better. |
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Are we finally putting a face to the apron and forearm guy? The pride in his face, the crinkle of his eyes as he smiles just makes us swoon. |
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With his dark hair, dark eyes, defiant jaw, he can rock the oven mitt. |
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En Garde! Swish swish, clang clang. That thing looks like it would take an eyeball out. |
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There's no way in the man's world of the 1960s would the weiners point down. It's an affront to all things masculine. |
Until next time!
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