Lettuce entertain you.

Oh, and nurses have their own version of kitchen goblets/wine glasses except this one is measured in cc.

Update:

Rattle composed of Yuan-ti vertebrae

Donated in honor of Gnaw-Gnaw, tribal matriarch

Nearly all cultures create images of their infants holding a symbolic representation of "baby". This object generally resembles a common infant accessory or toy created from a precious substance, in contrast to the mundane composition of its analogue. The Gnoll are no exception.

What? And also, yes! This is so freaking clever.

Harvard Beets are the first recipe I ever learned on my own. Why did preteen me think *this* was the thing to start with? The answer has been lost to the ages. (BTW, it's delicious, I still make it occasionally, and I would highly encourage trying it out. Use roasted beets if you have time.)

Finally, a truly unique post-Thankgiving recipe! Let's make cinnamon rolls but fill them with meat instead! I'm completely here for this.

It's our old friends The National Live Stock and Meat Board! The post-WWII period saw lots of corporate joint ventures. So many products and supply chains had been put in place to support the war effort, and no one was willing to let that sweet, sweet military-industrial complex money slip away!

For a short while, it was more worth it to direct consumers toward any product within their scope. Brand loyalty would come later; first, people had to be convinced to even try these new products.

I actually really like this cookbook! It still possesses all of the glorious weirdness you'd expect from a 1950s supermarket giveaway cookbook - but more importantly, it also repaints shortcuts like canned food and electric appliances as tools for the savvy cook.

There was A LOT of both implicit and explicit shaming of women's culinary choices during the post-war period. Not that that wasn't always a thing (cause it was) but the women it primarily affected were the burgeoning middle class, not the extremes of the high- and low-society.

This cookbook both assumes the reader to have basic culinary knowledge AND a life which is not kitchen-centric. These two ideas will soon become opposites.

A.

B.

Answer: only B deserves to exist. Headcheese, as off-putting as it is to many, serves a vital purpose - what the hell else are you going to do with all of that otherwise inaccessible meat? It's 1949, and America is barely removed from the Great Depression and wartime rationing. The average housewife wasn't always boiling down hog's heads, but she wasn't *not* boiling down hog's heads either.