Over the weekend I happened to walk by a parked car where upon the dash sat something I have NEVER ever seen before: this vintage kitschy hairy doll face tissue holder. You can understand my excitement when the owner of the car came strolling over and let me take a picture of this prize. She told me she had a whole collection. I was speechless.
Now I know what I can get everyone for Christmas presents.
Thought it might make you smile this Monday morning.
Found: One children's cook book from 1951. A picture cook book!
I had to try something out of it right away. Something easy. I didn't want to get in over my head. heehee.
So I chose...
It sounds like one of those recipes you would invent when you were little.
Before the oven.
Here it is. Peter's Peanut -Butter Pixie. It even looks retro!
How was it?
Well, kind of like a bite size fluffernutter s'more and instead of chocolate (which would have made this oh so delish) is a cinnamon 'cherry' on top. Totally weird. But I like it.
I was looking on epicurious for a recipe when I came across Yummy Mummy Meatloaf. How funny! This was so not the recipe I was searching for but it made me laugh, I got completely sidetracked and decided I had to make it! As it turns out there are a few different variations of this ghoulish dinner idea floating around in cyberspace. It all comes down to meatloaf, pasta, cheese and olives. If you like all of those things, you'll enjoy this dish and it's sure to impress any little ones you have in the house!
Meatloaf. I just used my mom's recipe with a few additions. There was never a whole lot of actual measuring.
It makes for a moist loaf that always tastes great.
Heat oven to 350 degrees and then mix together:
2 pounds of ground beef
1 medium onion, diced
1 small red or green pepper, diced
2 eggs (I started with one but it seemed like it needed another)
1/4 cup milk
a little over a cup of bread crumbs
1.5 tablespoons of tomato paste
salt and pepper
If it is too wet add a little more breadcrumbs.
Lightly oil (or cooking spray) a 10x13 baking pan/dish and
shape the mixture into a round mound!
I did try the glaze from Matthew Mead's recipe (from the Yummy Mummy Meatloaf link above) and it was a nice addition.
1/3 cup ketchup
2 tablespoons brown sugar (I only used 1.5)
2 tablespoons of prepared mustard
Mix together and spread over the meatloaf. Bake for 1 hour or until done. Let rest.
I used pappardelle. Make according to the package. Some variations used lasagna and cut off the frilly ends. Both work.
Drain it and separate so the pieces do not stick together. Keep warm while meatloaf is resting.
Time to assemble!
Put your meatloaf on a serving tray.
Put two pieces of cheese (I used cheddar, it was in the fridge) where the eyes would be and then wrap the pasta over the loaf like mummy wrappings. Add the olives for eyes.
How about personal mini mummy meatloaf?!
Make small mounds, use fettucine and smaller olives. I'll have to try that next year!
I have a tiny little grandmother named Annabelle. We call her grandmabelle. She has a thing for strawberries. Her small apartment is a strawberry shrine. She makes tea in a strawberry shaped teapot, serves it in a strawberry cup and she'll set it upon the strawberry tablecloth with the napkin holder painted with strawberries. If you ask her what time it is, she'll look over at her strawberry clock. The curtains are adorned with her favorite red fruit as well as the pillows, blankets, towels, dishes, some of her shirts and sweaters, her slippers and all of the artwork hanging on the walls. Countless strawberry knick knacks, always dusted, are on display on her shelves. Her purse is a lovely strawberry pattern and her little earrings? Strawberries of course.
Yesterday she was treated to a manicure for her birthday. How do you think she had her nails painted? One guess....
I'm always attracted to that box of fuzzy chicks in the Easter aisle. I see them there, sitting on the store shelves almost like they're screaming at me, "Help! We can't breathe in here! Let us out! We just want to be free!". I can't help myself. I buy them. Nostalgia? Or maybe I can just admit that they are fuzzy and soft and I like to 'pet' them. I'm not embarrassed. You would like it to.