Have to admit that I'm always excited to pick up cookbooks from the Favorite Recipes of America series because they have a good selection of weird regional concoctions from all over the country alongside the boring and repetitive things like beef stew. So today, we're diving into the Meats Including Seafood and Poultry edition from 1966.
There are so many weird and wacky recipes that I will write several posts to go over this book, but I have two main takeaways for today.
1. Americans apparently really loved ham and marshmallows in 1966. I was surprised to find a Mandarin-Ham Salad that vaguely resembled the glorified rice my grandma used to make for dessert occasionally.
I never imagined anyone would want to throw ham in with all the fruit and marshmallows. Maybe this is an attempt to really emphasize that this is a SALAD, not dessert.
And then I came across Pineapple Hamettes...
...which top the ham-patty-topped pineapple slices with mashed sweet potatoes and a melty half-marshmallow. It's like two casseroles in one!
2. People must have really had to guess at the meaning of cooking terms before the age of the internet. You might expect Parmesan Veal Cutlets to be made with Parmesan and veal. (At least, I did, but I guess I am hopelessly naïve.)
No Parm to be found! I guess maybe Sylivia (Is that a typo? Part of me says yes, but then again, my mother-in-law's name looks like a typo of a common name, so maybe there was a "Sylivia" out there?) Rakosnik thought that "Parmesan" meant "topped with tomato sauce and cheese" without realizing that it was actually a reference to a specific type of cheese?
It was easier for me to figure out that one than the Quick Chili Burgers. I assumed it would be a thick chili put on hamburger buns and eaten like a burger or perhaps burgers topped with a bit of canned chili (like chili dogs).
But ground beef + cream of mushroom soup ≠ chili. There's no chili powder, no hot sauce, no tomato, nothing at all to suggest chili! Maybe Lily M. Hawkins just thought that "chili" meant loose ground meat in a sauce? That's my best guess.
This book is an interesting peek into the sweet-loving and meaning-missing world of the 1960s. And don't worry-- it still has such sights to show you. (Especially if you're kind of masochistic.)































