Yes! They have an address you can send recipes to. I'm tempted to go through the giant file of recipes that my grandmother collected, because there's a lot of truly terrible-sounding ones in there.
I remember an LJ acquaintance kindly sent me the I Hate to Cook Book and while a lot of the recipes sounded convenient, a lot also sounded not very tasty. :-)
The banana meatloaf... that's... weird. Just weird.
ETA: of course if you live in banana country where bananas grow around you, bananas are a very cheap extender, cheaper than bread... not knocking it, but now that I think about it that one feels like Depression cookery. The bloggers are Australians.
There's a book by Sylvia Lovegren called Fashionable Food: Seven Decades of Food Fads, that covers the 1920s through the 1980s, and is hilarious. My mom and I had the same experience when reading it: you're going along laughing at the awful food that people used to eat and then you turn the page and THERE IT IS...the food that you had as a kid and LOVED and WHY IS IT IN HERE IT IS NOT FUNNY.
Nah, I can laugh at it, actually: for me, it was chuck roast in foil. I forgot what it was for Mom.
I love Peg Bracken. I read several of her books when I was growing up, and her brand of cynicism speaks to me. :D I've got The I Hate to Cook Book as well, although I have to admit I've never been tempted to actually make anything from it!
I guess bananas work in much the same way as a bread/cracker and milk panade does.
(I just had a flash of memory from being a kid in Africa and watching some local women cook plantains, or 'cooking bananas,' as we called them. I was so impressed at the way they peeled the bananas--just ran a thumbnail down one seam and popped the banana out whole.)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
The banana meatloaf... that's... weird. Just weird.
ETA: of course if you live in banana country where bananas grow around you, bananas are a very cheap extender, cheaper than bread... not knocking it, but now that I think about it that one feels like Depression cookery. The bloggers are Australians.
no subject
no subject
Nah, I can laugh at it, actually: for me, it was chuck roast in foil. I forgot what it was for Mom.
no subject
no subject
(I just had a flash of memory from being a kid in Africa and watching some local women cook plantains, or 'cooking bananas,' as we called them. I was so impressed at the way they peeled the bananas--just ran a thumbnail down one seam and popped the banana out whole.)