Over Christmas, Linnea generously gave me a huge stack of old recipe books and pamphlets, filled to the brim with unfortunate recipes. She didn’t want them anymore but couldn’t bear to get rid of them, and she knew they would find a loving home in my house. If by loving you mean “they would be photographed and published on the Internet so that people could mock them.”
Tonight, an undated promotional booklet from Kellogg’s:
That’s right, kids, it’s Cookytime!
I’m intrigued that Kellogg’s still holds and uses the “Special K” brandname despite the fact that I more commonly hear that name used in slang references to ketamine. This cookbook, of course is from a more innocent time. And, believe me, you do not want to see the recipe.