My new layout is atrocious, is it not? This 1970's pea/avocado green and alternating floor tile was exactly what I was trying to find. I'm limited. I get it. All I need to know is how to post pictures and write something about them. And hit "publish" and hope it goes out.
Continuing the Family Circle Illustrated Library of Cooking, 1972. Apparently the letter of the day is "C" and here are the sections:
COOKING FOR A CROWD: How to Plan a Party, Bountiful Buffets. That thought terrifies me more than anything.
COOKING JUST FOR TWO: Menus and Recipes for Two People. I can get on board with that idea. Two people. Can't eff that up too much. There's only one other person to disappoint, piss off, traumatize, sicken, etc.
COOKING ON LOCATION: Meals to Prepare on a Boat, Over a Campstove. Seriously? If I am getting on a boat, I'm not going to be the one cooking. Does the woman behind all these meals ever get to have fun or is she restricted to cooking, cooking, cooking, and cooking?
COOKING OVER THE COALS: Barbecuing, Grilling, Spitting, and Hibachi Coooking. Fire, fire, fire, fire.
COUNTDOWN ON CALORIES: Common-Sense Dieting for Men, Women, and Teenagers. Because after four chapters of greasy steaks, grilling, fat, we need to come back to reality.
And "C" is the letter of the day. C for Coronary. C for Coffee.
Continuing the Family Circle Illustrated Library of Cooking, 1972. Apparently the letter of the day is "C" and here are the sections:
COOKING FOR A CROWD: How to Plan a Party, Bountiful Buffets. That thought terrifies me more than anything.
COOKING JUST FOR TWO: Menus and Recipes for Two People. I can get on board with that idea. Two people. Can't eff that up too much. There's only one other person to disappoint, piss off, traumatize, sicken, etc.
COOKING ON LOCATION: Meals to Prepare on a Boat, Over a Campstove. Seriously? If I am getting on a boat, I'm not going to be the one cooking. Does the woman behind all these meals ever get to have fun or is she restricted to cooking, cooking, cooking, and cooking?
COOKING OVER THE COALS: Barbecuing, Grilling, Spitting, and Hibachi Coooking. Fire, fire, fire, fire.
COUNTDOWN ON CALORIES: Common-Sense Dieting for Men, Women, and Teenagers. Because after four chapters of greasy steaks, grilling, fat, we need to come back to reality.
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Family Circle's Illustrated Library of Cooking, 1972, Volume 6 Coo-Cou. I could have made that my title but that would have been predictable. I tossed it around. Really. |
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Two-toned seafood salad souffle in a showy mold. Showing off its ability to look as plastic and as fake as possible. Can it be cut or eaten? It looks like neither of which will happen. Ever. |
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Glazed Liver Pâté. It's glazed, you see you see. Looks like a loaf of dog food. |
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Dilled Potato Salad Platter. Some would eat this. I would not. It's just so compressed and in a half dome with eggs surrounding it. That means there's mayo. That means I would bypass it. |
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Salmon Mousse in Aspic. Macabre. Can't say too many people are going to want to eat something that looks like, eh how do I not offend? It looks like a stillborn animal. Yuck. |
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Fish Balls with Parsley Sauce. Balls. |
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Sweet-Sour Brown Beans. Could be the most normal looking of them all. |
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And what happens when 17 or 18 people show up? Or 14? Or nobody? |
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Meatball Outriggers (?) and Honolulu Heroes. A way to "wow" 16 friends. Well that excludes me. I don't even think I know 16 people enough to "wow" them with my sandwiches. |
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Egh, seems like a lot of work and words for jut two people. I will give the FC folks credit for the word "tomatoey". And my refrigerator and freezer is like my bank. Empty. |
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Herb Baked Scallops. Only 4 ingredients. I think I'd eat it. |
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Galley slaves = women on the trips. |
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Grilled tomatoes, burgers, steaks, sand. |
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I keep one of these laying around too. |
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Seriously. When does the one preparing these lavish outdoor meals get the chance to actually enjoy the outdoors? Isn't it about taking it easy? Grrr. |
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I can think of other words to describe Lamb and Bacon kebab combo. Gay would not be one of them. |
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I'm sure grilling by candlelight seems like a good idea in a controlled, professional environment. |
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Parents of the year. No pail of sand nearby as the introduction to this chapter suggests. And I daresay the youngster is not being kept away from the grill. |
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Whirlybird Stuffed Ham and Molded Carrot Cups. G.R.A.F (Generally Recognized As Food) |
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Yeah...okay. |
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It sucks because I don't see recipes for these anywhere in the book. I don't think any dieter thinks of a tall, quivery, shimmering gelatin mold as their BFF. |
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Sigh..Those don't look like desserts. I wouldn't know because they aren't in the damn cookbook anywhere. |
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For those jellied weird retro coffee lovers, a Coffee Sparkle. |
Congrats, Kim! I think this is yr most disgusting post yet! :D And completely awesome to boot
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