Someone you love has just informed you that they have accepted an invitation to my 1960's potluck party on your behalf. Like it or lump it, you're coming. Question is, what are you bringing?
I'll make peas with pearl onions and a big bowl of rum punch with a floating jello ice ring.
I'll bring cream-cheese-and-balogna rolls with olive eyes, parsley hair, and mayonnaise bow ties, a deviled egg gelatin, and croissants filled with spring-fresh tartar sauce.
With my hip I bump open the swinging door into this disgusting event. My hands push a dusty cocktail trolley containing stacked up souvenir glasses that say "Venezia", "Graz", "Orlando", etc, and one humongous jug of Seagram's blended whiskey and a little dish of cobweb covered peanuts.
Ooh and the jello salads are running out. Does that mean it's time to set the dessert table?
I'll set out the ingredients for white russians and I made a pineapple upside down cake with maraschino cherries and a marble cake. Anyone else bring a dessert?
I have to say, this is a potluck I have for reals wanted to host for an eternity but never followed through. It is a rich topic. Think of the crumble topped pound cakes in disposable aluminum pans. Think of the slaws made with white sugar and white vinegar and white oil. Think of the shapes of cut fruit and the sheer amount of jello-based salads. Who needs science fiction when you've got that hot-dog recipe?! What a ridiculous time to be alive!
I was at an antique mall w my mom once, admiring some little crystal dishes with funny compartments, and she told me that it was for hors d'oeuvres and that one of the nooks was for your drink cup, and one was for ashing your cigarette!!! Right next to your olive on a toothpick and candied nuts!!
Related: I made my grandmother's potato salad last night as part of our BBQ Hot Dog Pandemic Extravaganza and the recipe legitimately called for both "Mayo" and something vaguely called "Salad Dressing", after which several phone calls to multiple family members turned out to be a pseudonym for Miracle Whip. So y'all live your virtual 60's potluck but I'm over here LIVING THIS SHIT
I also want to say that one time I saw a 1930s cookbook and it had a recipe for "turkey surprise," which was creamed turkey which you spread on a cookie sheet, FREEZE, then chip off into chunks? I can't remember what the end result was supposed to be like because I was traumatized by those details. I know it was the Depression but WTF
Jona made his mom’s famous Swedish meatball recipe a few years back and the ingredients were WILD. Grape jam, pineapple chunks? Jona will remember. They were really good in the end though. As BREAD DAD says you must trust the process
Ok, I googled "creamed turkey" and the first link is literally a recipe for "Mamaw's Creamed Turkey" which I did NOT click. That recipe sounds excruciating and like so many hours of hard labor to boot.
RCH, Pop those keys in the bowl, and start slamming iced vodka, you delightful goof.