Had-kid Pec-pur

Don't worry. The title will make sense in just a few. It will reveal itself and all will be right in the world. Doubtful, but if one's happiness encompasses whether my explanation of my blog post, then I guess I am being helpful.

The nasty flu has swarmed into my household, striking my youngest son the hardest and making my mind crazy. For any and all worried parents/hypochondriacs in the world, the internet is the worst resource in the world for diagnosing, treating, and even finding a little ease. After going through my algorithm of all the worst illnesses possible, I have deemed my son does not have some rare anomaly. It is more than likely the flu. 

Had-kid Pec-pur is basically two volumes of the 1966 Woman's Day Encyclopedia of Cookery collection. I didn't quite have enough per book to post anything worthwhile separately so I am combining the two. The title is probably not as anticlimactic as I made it out to be. If it hasn't been noticed, making titles is not what I do best. 

Starting with the Had-Kid

 

Woman's Day Encyclopedia of Cookery, Volume 6, 1966. AHHHH, so many sixes if you are a superstitious person.

To the best of their knowledge this entire set has NEVER BEEN tried before so don't try this at home. It's unprecedented. In fact, the glass ceiling of cookery encyclopedias was broken and Woman's Day did it again in 1979.

For the sake of argument and in my defense, I am going to consider myself a reviewer who wishes to quote brief passages in connection with a review written for inclusion in a magazine, newspaper, or broadcast. I wiggled right through that.

Haddock Plaki. If I ate this kind of fish, I would want it to be served on a long, oval plate. A "plaki" is a baked fish. I think I want to say "plaki" for the rest of the night.

Poached Halibut Steaks with Curry Sauce. This is when an enlarged to show texture picture really captures it all doesn't it? Every segment and scale is shown in as much detail as 1966 could muster.

Since somewhere between "Had" and "Kid" there is ham, there are 3 options to choose from. Thick mustard glazed ham slices, drooool, or:

Home-Fried Ham and Eggs. Look at those inches of fat on that hunka hunka ham. It must be cooked down and the fat melted, and I think I'm having issues if the food I am showing off actually looks good. Well played, Women's Day Encyclopedia of Cookery, Volume 6. I haven't shown the third choice yet, now have I?

Glazed Cold Ham. The moment of ham fat bliss is gone. Replaced by this canned fright.

Paprika Hamburgers. Luckily there is a lot of sickness in my real life. Otherwise, the comments would be flowing as thin and creamy as that sour cream sauce or as hard and brown and brown as those tuhds hamburgers.

Rollmops. If the idea of pickled herring rolls that is first soaked in cold water for 24 hours then prepared and allowed to sit for another week is your forte, then that is great. I am sure the first waft of fermented fish after that week smells dandy.

Frankfurter, Hominy, and Green Pea casserole. It just sounds so normal considering it's three things I would not imagine go together.

Pec-Pur time!! 

Woman's Day Encyclopedia of Cookery, Volume 9, 1966. 

Sour Green Beans, Pigs' Knuckles and Sauerkraut with Caraway Dumplings, and Spicy Shoofly Pie. I don't know if that sounds bad. I shouldn't blog when I'm hungry. It's worse than going to the grocery store. Come to think of it, knuckles dragging around in pig shit all day does not sound good.

Pineapple, tuna, and rice salad. With pimiento olives and added creepy cornhusk voodoo doll. The rice is scant or I would be making maggot rice references.

Two-Tone Pineapple salad. Finally things are looking normal. One tone is lime jello and pineapples, the other tone is cottage cheese and whipped cream. Why does cottage cheese have to ruin everything? This was doomed from the beginning, but the cottage cheese was the total dealbreaker.

Jellied Fresh Plums. Why have something so boring like sliced fresh plums when they can be sentenced to their own gelatin hell for all of eternity?

A trifecta of prune fright. Prune-pineapple, California Prunes in Claret, and Prune Whip. There shall be no bowel problems! Ever!

Cold Veal and Ham Pie with Lima Beans. I can think of nobody on the planet who will eat this.

Holiday Picnic. Lots of nitrates and more listeria. I daresay that background is fake.

I must seek the other 8 books in this series. They obviously are must-haves. The editors say so.