[SB Sandy and I are traveling for the next couple of weeks. We’re in semi- exotic places, presumably eating good food and swilling more-than-decent wine. You’ll hear about it anon. Meanwhile, we are revisiting the 1950s and 60s, culinarily speaking, inspired by a connection that SB Bill (Hinesburg SBs) provided to a book and website called The Gallery of Regrettable Food. It’s a revisitation to the food wasteland that is collectively known as “our childhoods.” SB SM]
Let’s see … the first year of the Baby Boom was 1946, meaning that by 1960 you’d be 14 and definitely within the realm of young adulthood. What the reaction have been in your household if you announced to Mom and Dad “I’m having a few friends over tonight. We’ll be stringing up the frying pan to be a bass, and I think I will serve some shrimp fantasia. Whaddya think?”
Would your Mom say “Oh honey, not everyone likes seafood. Why don’t you stick with the tried and true Chicken Delight. Just don’t spare the Brer Rabbit Molasses!” Then you’d say:
“Aw-w-w-w Mom-m-m-m, you’re the greatest! I’ll just set the table.”
