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Contest entry - Regrettable Food
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noluck-boston.livejournal.comJoke or no joke, yes that's gross.
Pickle Sherbet
Pickle Sherbet
Aug. 1st, 2013
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Aug. 1st, 2013 02:07 ampikkewyntjie.livejournal.comSomehow I doubt kids would love this.
Contest Entry
Aug. 1st, 2013 02:13 ampikkewyntjie.livejournal.comThis a two-page spread in case it looks like two ads on some browsers.
write-light.livejournal.com1. Pineapple and ... BEETS. That's what kids clamor for.
2. The Mad Pineapple King, top right, cursing this dish
3. The x_x Egg Santa that's given up all hope
4. "no argument" - yeah right
Golden Circle, 1965
from the amazing tumblr vivatvintage
2. The Mad Pineapple King, top right, cursing this dish
3. The x_x Egg Santa that's given up all hope
4. "no argument" - yeah right
Golden Circle, 1965
from the amazing tumblr vivatvintage
CONTEST ENTRY: Regrettable Tunafish
Aug. 1st, 2013 09:07 amwrite-light.livejournal.com1. That, right there. THE RED AND PURPLE MONSTROSITY.
2. The Hellmann's, lurking in the back. We see you.
3. The "fast motion" spoon, injecting its poison.
4. "Look what your imagination can do!" D: D: D: I know!
2. The Hellmann's, lurking in the back. We see you.
3. The "fast motion" spoon, injecting its poison.
4. "Look what your imagination can do!" D: D: D: I know!
write-light.livejournal.com1. It's very important to have the last word in a salad-deviled ham whip!
2. BRAAAAIINNS!!
3. What's that trimming? MIstletoe?
4. What you probably can't read are the last two ingredients:
French dressing and Bleu cheese sauce. Which you combine. /o\
2. BRAAAAIINNS!!
3. What's that trimming? MIstletoe?
4. What you probably can't read are the last two ingredients:
French dressing and Bleu cheese sauce. Which you combine. /o\
Contest Entry
Aug. 1st, 2013 10:50 ampikkewyntjie.livejournal.comI posted this one before at Thanksgiving, but I think turkey served with afterbirth stuffing should be a dish served any time of the year!
I used to use these things (the outer bags, not the placenta variety) until once the edge of the bag touched the hot metal inside the oven and began to smoke. The fumes were unbelievably toxic and I began to wonder how much of that was leaching into the food! :P
I used to use these things (the outer bags, not the placenta variety) until once the edge of the bag touched the hot metal inside the oven and began to smoke. The fumes were unbelievably toxic and I began to wonder how much of that was leaching into the food! :P
Contest Entry--Regrettable Food
Aug. 1st, 2013 04:13 pmnyxalinth.livejournal.com
Ugh. I detest canned spaghetti, but YMMV.
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misstiathis looks very similar to some cat barf i've cleaned up...having said that, this is probably damn tasty....
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Aug. 1st, 2013 06:14 pmmisstia7 green and yellow vegetables! they don't even name them!! just green and yellow! as if this wasn't bad enough, you've got vegetables with no name!
Contest entry -- BREAD
Aug. 1st, 2013 08:40 pmcactuswren.livejournal.comThis is, you will note, an ad for BREAD.
BREAD. To be used in the stuffing recipes given below.
Not cremated turkey. Not poultry arson. Not napalm.
BREAD.
(Woman's Day, November 1940. This is what was served at Thanksgiving before today's genetically modified all-breastmeat turkoid fowls.)
BREAD. To be used in the stuffing recipes given below.
Not cremated turkey. Not poultry arson. Not napalm.
BREAD.
(Woman's Day, November 1940. This is what was served at Thanksgiving before today's genetically modified all-breastmeat turkoid fowls.)
The snob value of canned pineapple
Aug. 1st, 2013 11:39 pmcactuswren.livejournal.comFound this while searching for regrettable-food ads. It doesn't fit the contest category but I had to post it anyway:
There is so much here. Bear in mind that this is the depths of the Depression: playing on snob value, that at our table we serve only the center slices. I can almost hear her drawl: "Mahhhhvelous, aren't they?" His pencil-thin mustache. A smoking jacket for Christ's sake. Her marcel wave, and her body language, and that silk peignoir. Wine glasses and doilies on the breakfast table.
And the maid, bringing in the coffee with the faint composed smile of someone who's just spit in your fucking center slices.
(Good Housekeeping, December 1933. I wonder if there's any chance of a "Great Depression" tag?)
There is so much here. Bear in mind that this is the depths of the Depression: playing on snob value, that at our table we serve only the center slices. I can almost hear her drawl: "Mahhhhvelous, aren't they?" His pencil-thin mustache. A smoking jacket for Christ's sake. Her marcel wave, and her body language, and that silk peignoir. Wine glasses and doilies on the breakfast table.
And the maid, bringing in the coffee with the faint composed smile of someone who's just spit in your fucking center slices.
(Good Housekeeping, December 1933. I wonder if there's any chance of a "Great Depression" tag?)