One of the biggest hits of Christmas was a gift that wasn’t intended to be amusing in any way: A cookbook made up of recipes contributed by residents of southeastern Kansas, sold as a fundraiser for their local township library (certainly a cause after my own heart). It was a present from Grandma to her granddaughter (Middle), who loves to cook. Of course, Grandma doesn’t have a clue that there’s not a single recipe in that book that her vegan granddaughter would care to make.
We enjoyed reading the names of the old dears who had sent in recipes for the cause. Wilma, Juanita, Peggy, Betty, Leeta, Eleanora, Virginia. Even more interesting was the fact that they’d managed to survive into old age, considering what they’d been eating all their lives.
Simply reading these three could put one into a diabetic coma:
Personally, I’d go hungry before I’d eat this one: