Monday, September 03, 2012
The stag party's anxiety in diorama form, as executed by Salvador Dali
Gallery of Regrettable Food page, I've been determined to discover the secret of the beans--and I recently tracked down a copy of the book, from 1958, on eBay. But I get ahead of myself. (Don't worry, we'll get to those beans.)
First things first. What is a 10 P.M. cookbook? Judging from the photography therein, it's a deviously clever method of getting your guests to leave the house, tout de suite.
(Click to embiggen the photos--but beware, they are truly hideous.)
How are they able to stand up like that--probably for longer than four hours, and, really, shouldn't they call a physician?
This is worse than the worst M. Night Shyamalan twist ending.
Anyone care to venture any guesses as to what this is?