Old School Weight Watcher Cards

I like to collect old cookbooks and recipe cards. Cookbooks are especially like peeking into the scary past, with the food, the preparation of the food, and the social commentary accompanying the recipes, especially for “the little lady” of the house. The late fifties/early sixties cookbooks are the best in the latter. I think my favorite section in one of my cookbooks circa 1964 was titled: “How to Keep Your Husband Happy and Yourself Repsectable.” Ah, the good old days.

Anyway, this classic link is one of my favorites in this genre. This chica found her Mom’s old 70’s Weight Watcher Recipe Cards in the basement and scanned the best ones for our pleasure. With such beauties such as Fluffy Mackerel Pudding to Caucasian Shashlik, this is one of my favorite time wasters. The snarky comments are good, too. I’ve looked at this numerous times over the past few years, and it gets funnier every time.

Click here to Begin the Tour of Horror

Kentucky Fried Chicken Coleslaw Recipe

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I’m not a big Kentucky Fried Chicken fan – actually, I’m not a big chicken fan overall. (Kind of odd since I love turkey sandwiches, but I am an enigma…)  But, I do love those sides – macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and especially the coleslaw.  It’s just the perfect mix of tangy and sweet and chopped so fine.  Well, I found a coleslaw recipe that tastes exactly like it, so you can make it at home.  Enjoy.

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN-STYLE COLESLAW

1 16-oz. package coleslaw mix
2 TBS minced onion
1/3 C. white sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. ground black pepper
1/4 C. milk
1/2 C. mayonnaise
1/4 C. buttermilk
1 1/2 TBS white wine vinegar
2 1/2 TBS lemon juice

Finely chop coleslaw mix.  Combine coleslaw mix and onion in a large bowl.  In another bowl combine the sugar, salt, pepper, milk, mayonnaise, buttermilk, vinegar and lemon juice; whisk until smooth.  Pour dressing over coleslaw and onion mixture; mix well.  Cover and chill at least one hour.

That New York State of Mind

I’m back! We were traveling to the Dominican Republic and also spent a few days in New York. All I have to say is that I am glad I don’t live in New York, because I would literally weigh 500 pounds with all that good food there. I mean, we love to eat in Chicago, and we have great food, too – but in New York it’s just different. I don’t know if it’s because New York is so jam-packed with restaurants or what. Even the little deli/salad bar places are awesome. I had a top 3 falafel there one day for lunch. Did I mention I love to eat?

New York is one of those places that I thought I would never want to live. When I was growing up in Denver, I used to be a little obsessed with New York because I was in love with David Letterman. (Yes, you read that right – when I was 14 most people I knew had pictures of Scott Baio or Rick Springfield or something. Me? Pictures of David Letterman plastered all over the place, but that’s another story…) Then, I finally made my first trip in college with my first college boyfriend. I hated it. But, I guess part of that had to do with the fact that we were under 21 and flat broke. Not a good way to experience New York.

I had to go back a few times over the years for my job and still never got it. It seemed crowded, smelly, dirty and noisy. I had a good friend I’ve known since grade school who lived there, and even got to hang out with him a few times and still didn’t get it. Then, a few years ago, I spent some time there because that was where I bought my wedding dress. I had to go three times in four months for fittings and whatnot and got to spend a good amount of time just experiencing the city.

 The last fitting I had there was on a warm, sunny day in May and my now-husband and I had about six hours to kill until our flight back to Chicago. We were staying at the Carlyle because I had always wanted to stay there, and it was close to where my fittings were. We drank champagne in Bemelman’s Bar at the Carlyle – the most romantic spot in NYC, I think. We walked over to Central Park and had lunch at the Boathouse after playing with the sailboats on the pond. I don’t know if it was because it was the most perfect day in the world, and it was a Friday, but everyone we met was friendly, fun and happy. People bought us drinks, I made new friends just for the day. The birds were singing, the trees were swaying, the music was playing – and I finally got it. New York really is a special place. I fell in love with it that day and maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to live there someday.

You never know where life may take you.