Retrosnark

The American Home, 1948-style

Told you I'd get some new stuff up, and I finally did it. These are some of the stuff I pulled from the Nov. 1948 issue of The American Home. You'll notice a couple of places where the pictures are cropped somewhat squirrelly. That's because I had to fit an oversize page (TAH wasn't as big as those old Life magazines, but they were still pretty hefty) on a non-oversize scanner. So until I save enough to get a good oversize scanner, hopefully this will do. Happy Saturday.

Bathroom perfection

There's not one facet of this bathroom I don't love. I love the squiggly no-slip lines in the tub, the spindly legs on the sink, the built-in AM radio. I even love the spotlight that's perfectly positioned to blind anybody using that sink. I love, love, love this bathroom.

Sausage and cauliflower. Yeah, that'll work

In this world, you have two different types of people. You have your people who eat things like sausage (let's call them "normal people"), and you have your people who eat cauliflower (let's call them "Marty"). For all intents and purposes, the eating demands of those two types intersect about as often as John Mayer opens for Metallica, no matter what grandiose plans Armour had in mind with this concoction.

Older can indeed be better

This looks clunky and quaint, but at our last house, my wife and I had an electronic thermostat that you were supposed to be able to program to go up and down throughout the day. I never figured out how to work it, and I'm the guy who feared no VCR. I'm willing to bet I could figure out this bad boy.

Avant-garde luncheon meatery

Here's the recipe for that skanky Garden Basket Macaroni I posted yesterday. My favorite touch (besides the baloney slices that look like they've been freezer-burned) is that you're supposed to fasten the slices with toothpicks, for that artsy touch. Because baloney and artsy just go together.

Oh, how I want one of these

I seriously have never seen a dining-room set cooler than this. I love all of 'em, but the graceful arcs and blood-rich colors of this one (as well as the little girl jumping rope on the tabletop) absolutely kill me. I've GOT to start working on that time machine.

Low-cost, unless you count the cancer treatments

I don't know what it is with me and asbestos roofing, but the fact that it was so readily accepted and desired back then just kills me.

I can handle pipe smoke, but that peach cobbler is rank

It's interesting that Missus needs an Aeropel to get rid of cooking smells, yet doesn't need one for the pipe smoke. Because burning tobacco leaves smell so much better than comfort food.

Sorry for the posting slowdown

I'm working on some new stuff, I promise. In the meantime, why don't you snack on some tasty Garden Basket Macaroni?

A belated welcome to the Bedazzled! folks, and some thank-yous

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