I'm being generous when I say my mother wasn't much of a cook. Dinner was often something like Kraft Dinner with cut up wieners or potatoes mashed with canned salmon. After reading this post at Jezebel I think I should be grateful that my mum didn't have more lofty culinary ambitions.
Above is a cheesy pie crust filled with a layer of pimiento-olive-studded lemon-tomato Jell-O, topped with a chiffon of creamy, celery-heavy tuna salad. I left more appetizing looking dishes in the toilet after a night of heavy adolescent drinking.
More putrid food from the 50s at the Link
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