Nothing screams "relaxed Sunday brunch" quite like wearing a strangulating necktie while flipping meat patties. This is the peak of 1961 domestic engineering: why cook in the kitchen when you can run high-voltage cables across the tablecloth? The goal here was clearly to surround the family with as much chrome and exposed wiring as possible. Between the scorching hot electric skillet and the nuclear-reactor-style percolator, this meal is one clumsy elbow away from an insurance claim. Even the dog looks worried about the fire hazard.