No, there is no way in hell I’m kidding.
Between our ever deepening New Great Depression and minute-by-minute updates about the Emerging Pandemic, there has never been a better time to revisit this childhood classic.
It has to be the cheapest supper out there [except, of course, for fried bologna, and I have no doubt it shall, at some point, come to that as well]. It can be endlessly retrofitted. It will fill anyone up, and it will transport one back to those mythical days of innocence and ease.
Let’s start with the Sturdy Original, direct from Campbells’ own website:
Mid-Century Tuna Noodle Casserole
1 can (10 3/4 oz.) Campbell's® Condensed Cream of Mushroom Soup
1/2 cup milk
1 cup cooked peas
2 tbsp. chopped pimentos 2 cans (about 6 oz. each) tuna, drained and flaked
2 cups hot cooked medium egg noodles
2 tbsp. dry bread crumbs
1 tablespoon butter OR margarine, melted
PREHEAT oven to 400°F.
MIX soup, milk, peas, pimiento, tuna and noodles in 1 1/2-qt. baking dish.
BAKE for 20 min.
STIR . Mix bread crumbs with butter. Sprinkle on top. Bake 5 min. or until hot.
Have some fun if you will:
MIX soup, milk, peas, pimiento, tuna and noodles in 1 1/2-qt. baking dish.
BAKE for 20 min.
STIR . Mix bread crumbs with butter. Sprinkle on top. Bake 5 min. or until hot.
Have some fun if you will:
Save some of the pimientos for mixing up your own sandwich spread [grated process cheese food, mayo and chopped pimientos].
Add some diced onion.
And Real Men and Women eschew the bread crumbs and add a topping of crushed potato chips or…tinned French fried onion rings.
Add some diced onion.
And Real Men and Women eschew the bread crumbs and add a topping of crushed potato chips or…tinned French fried onion rings.
Before you know it, you really will believe you’re sitting at a turquoise formica kitchen table, crickets are merrily chirping outside and dad’s in the den with his Pabst.
2 comments:
This little pig went to market,
Where they buy and sell the stocks.
This little pig came home again,
With his system full of shocks.
I don't understand their language,
Don't know what its all about.
For a bull buys up and the bear sells down,
And a broker sells you out.
And here is the song
They sing the whole day long.
CHORUS:
Oh the market's not so good today,
Your stocks look kind of sick.
In fact they all drop down a point,
Each time the tickers tick.
We'll have to have more margin now,
There isn't any doubt.
So you better dash with a load of cash,
Or we'll have to sell you out.
The stock exchange is a funny place,
Its the strangest place in town.
The seats cost half a million cash,
But the brokers won't sit down.
There's the broker, the bull, and the bear,
It's queer but its not a joke.
For you get the bull 'til your bankroll's bare,
And the broker says you're broke.
And here is the song
I hear the whole day long.
CHORUS
The market simply goes to prove,
That we still have loco weeds.
For the bull buys what he doesn't want,
And the bear sells what he needs.
I bought an elevator stock,
And thought that I'd done well.
Then the little bears all ran downstairs,
And rang the basement bell.
And here is the song
I heard the whole day long.
"A Tale of the Ticker", recorded by Frank Crumit, September 30, 1929
...The aqua formica kitchen table conjures up colorful and fond childhood memories. It matched the Californiaware p-e-r-f-e-c-t-l-y.
While sitting at the favorite breakfast table of my favorite O'odham/Michahuacan septarian's recently, a platter of food arrives.. ('scuse the pun)I squeal happily, 'Fried boloney.. I haven't had that in ages!' The poker-faced patriarch softy corrects me, 'We call that Indian Steak,' with the whole table errupting in laughter.
In 64' on the rez in Montana my mother used to get giddy if she had ground beef. She called it 'fresh meat' and thought it worth of party hats, hooters, favors n' all. During those same days she used to call fried balogna.... "disgusting"
Then she would flutter like a butterfly around the kitchen humming a tune while ever so gingerly browning.... spam.
I used to ask often, if spam was real meat or something else. She'd say what do you mean? I would proceed to point with my 5 yr old finger to the little pink sections in between the little white sections to ask if the pink part was chicken, cow or pig? And everytime she'd reply, I'd rather not think about it too much. Damn. I wish I had today, a picture of the discriminating look on my face during those same question and answer sessions....
:)
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