In case you were looking for further inspiration for the regrettable NYE potluck, check these out:
- The Back of the Fridge: The Archive of Damned Recipes. I'm just getting started at looking at these, and I'm already chortling.
- Bananas Gone Wild. Banana Meat Loaf makes me heave most quizzically.
- Weight Watchers recipe cards from 1974. No recipes that I can see, but the photos and names are inspirational.
- Threadbared. Not recipes, but bad vintage sewing/knitting/crochet patterns. I actually like a few of these, just as I may like a few of the scary-looking recipes.
- Tete de Veau en Tortue. This may be the king of gross vintage recipes. Calf's head on a pike was served to such notables as Queen Victoria, so it can't be that bad.
- Classic Recipes from THG's Vintage Cookbook Collection. Hobo chicken? Hrm.
Last night, I stopped by Linda and
gha5t's place to check on Pooky the Cat. Normally, this cat drips with disdain if you pay any attention to her. She'll stare and stare and STARE, but if you go up to her, she'll wander off with dislike rolling off her in waves. But when I showed up yesterday, she'd been under solitary confinement for about 48 hours.
I was given the royal treatment. She greeted me at the door with cheers and meows. She jumped up and down, bashing and wiping her head and face on anything she could reach. And once I had my boots off, she led me over to her self-replenishing food dish. She began scarfing down the food while I patted her, and she purred loudly all the while. I've never heard this cat purr before.
She still didn't like being held, but she demanded that her fur be rubbed, which she normally tolerates, at best.
And then I got silly. I decided to give her a pinch of catnip, which at this point was unnecessary. It turned her into a wild thing, and after chasing each other around the apartment a couple of laps, she tagged me good across my thumb. I now have a bright red gouge down the entire length of my thumb.
So no catnip for her the next time I go visit. I value my skin too much.
- The Back of the Fridge: The Archive of Damned Recipes. I'm just getting started at looking at these, and I'm already chortling.
- Bananas Gone Wild. Banana Meat Loaf makes me heave most quizzically.
- Weight Watchers recipe cards from 1974. No recipes that I can see, but the photos and names are inspirational.
- Threadbared. Not recipes, but bad vintage sewing/knitting/crochet patterns. I actually like a few of these, just as I may like a few of the scary-looking recipes.
- Tete de Veau en Tortue. This may be the king of gross vintage recipes. Calf's head on a pike was served to such notables as Queen Victoria, so it can't be that bad.
- Classic Recipes from THG's Vintage Cookbook Collection. Hobo chicken? Hrm.
Last night, I stopped by Linda and
I was given the royal treatment. She greeted me at the door with cheers and meows. She jumped up and down, bashing and wiping her head and face on anything she could reach. And once I had my boots off, she led me over to her self-replenishing food dish. She began scarfing down the food while I patted her, and she purred loudly all the while. I've never heard this cat purr before.
She still didn't like being held, but she demanded that her fur be rubbed, which she normally tolerates, at best.
And then I got silly. I decided to give her a pinch of catnip, which at this point was unnecessary. It turned her into a wild thing, and after chasing each other around the apartment a couple of laps, she tagged me good across my thumb. I now have a bright red gouge down the entire length of my thumb.
So no catnip for her the next time I go visit. I value my skin too much.
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