Hello, everyone! Welcome to this week’s Mid-Century Menu. I am happy that all the regular readers have decided to come back for more, and for those of you who are just joining us this week, I can already answer the question that will be floating around in your head.
Yes, I am crazy!
Aaaaanyway, this week’s Menu comes from Money Saving Main Dishes, a pamphlet that was published in 1948 by the Bureau of Human Nutrition and Home Economics. The goal of this pamphlet is very simple. It isn’t for you to make delicious meals or to give your family the culinary experience of their lives. The goal of this pamphlet is to help you save food, and they aren’t going to let a ridiculous concept like “how things taste” get in the way of the Bureau of Human Nutrition’s goal of saving food. Oh no. You are going to take what you can get and you are going to choke it down, and you are going to save food and like it.
And if you disagree with them, well, they have plenty of room on their “taste-tester” table for you. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
You think I’m joking, huh? You think this is just another hilarious intro for a food column? Well, take a good, close look at this, then we will see how hard you laugh.
Not so hilarious now, is it? Not laughing now, are you? Let me tell you something, when I read this recipe I broke out in a cold sweat. That means that not only does it qualify for the Mid-Century Meal, but it actually got bumped to the top of the list. I just bought this pamphlet this past weekend and already I am making it.
Now THAT’S a disgusting recipe.
The thankfully small amout of ingredients needed for the recipe. As I was putting it together, the pickles, the peanut butter, the dairy, I kinda thought it looked like something a pregnant woman would crave. Or someone who was just a little bit off, like someone from the Bureau of Human Nutrition or something.
The ingredients for the filling, ready to be mixed. And yes, those are DILL pickles.
Hold on, is someone screaming out there? I can hear you! Sara? Is that you?
The filling, all mixed up.
Tom walked by at this point. He peered down into the bowl, said “Oh god,” and walked away. I was pretty much thinking the same thing by then.
The bread, all layed out and spread will filling. And yes, it does kind of look like puke.
A close-up of the filling, just in case you missed it before.
The sandwiches lidded, and the filling thankfully all covered up.
Here I am, dipping the first sandwich into the egg mixture.
Here it is! Frying away! At this point, I was hoping it wasn’t going to be too bad. Maybe it was because I couldn’t actually see the filling anymore, but I starting to feel pretty good. The fried bread can’t be too bad, right?
Here is a plate of finished sandwiches, along with the completed Menu with fresh fruit and vegtable soup.
At least there is something good in this meal!
Here it is, the moment of truth.
“How is it?”
Tom was laughing. “Awful. It’s awful.”
I took a bite. It was awful. It was gooey, and suprisingly mostly tasteless. The most taste was when you got a piece of pickle. It wasn’t inedible, but it wasn’t the greatest, especially when it got cold.
I finished my soup and my fruit salad. Three bites of my first sandwich stayed on my plate, cold and congealing.
“Aren’t you going to eat that?” Tom was reaching for his second sandwich.
“I can’t eat more of this. Seriously.”
“I am going to eat the rest of these. And I had better get credit on your blog for eating them.”
He did eat them. All.
And the credit is all his. Seriously.