Recipes for People with TOO MUCH TIME ON THEIR HANDS

Be creative with pears! Isn't this what you were hoping I'd post?

blushing pear salad_tatteredandlost
Click on image to see it larger. Seriously, that's the only way you'll get the recipe.

Seriously who spent the time thinking of putting food coloring on the side of a pear to "simulate fresh fruit"? Okay, if this booklet was from World War II I'd understand the need to make-do, but there's no indication these are war time recipes. Nope, there were some very strange women somewhere rubbing red food coloring on canned fruit. A little too kinky for my taste.

Cactus Pear salad_tatteredandlost
You know, bigger is better so go ahead and click on the image. You know you want to.

And aren't we glad these recipes haven't survived? Imagine going to a smart dinner party and being served a pear covered in cream cheese with almond slivers sticking out like a porcupine. I know, I shouldn't say anything bad. Let people have their hobbies. I don't understand this anymore than I understand table-scaping.

Oh oh...new hobbie. Table-scaping AND doing weird things with cream cheese! Imagine the book!

Bless you home economic ladies at Kraft. Now where's that Cheez Whiz cookbook?


  1. That's so old school. The modern housewife now uses an airbrush to embellish the beauty of pears...and turkeys.

  2. Love old recipes! Seriously, I do have an easy, good salad with pear halves. Just put one on a piece of lettuce (if you have some) put some miracle whip in the cavity, and sprinkle some grated cheese over the whole thing. Easy peasy and good, too. Love your blogs!! Carol

  3. LOL. I thought we were over this Cream Cheese thingy? Let's move on to CHEESECAKE, PULEEEAZE!

  4. Oh too disgusting to even think about. I love your blog.

  5. //removing your name from my dinner party list...

    Seriously, housewives tried to out create each other then.

  6. Ha ha, I am working backwards on these food related articles. I have a horrible feeling that I may have make a pear porcupine at some point in my childhood, it looks just a bit too familiar, does that make me an alien?