Same here. So in addition to fucking hating this movie for being shitty, I am also reminded of what a self-obsessed, neglectful English bastard he was whenever I am unlucky enough to come across it this time of year. Comfort and joy!!!

You will note on my photo I was similarly obsessed — I have circled the Edam/Gouda as note from my 6 year old self to serve this at a grownup party.

My love of cheese in all its guises was born here. I begged my mom for Liederkranz because of these pages.

Pictures! First my cat tried to help but he ended up shooting laser beams across my bedroom:

I own this very edition! It was an object of great veneration in my youth and is marked up with stars next to recipes I would serve when I was a young married sophisticate. My mom gave it to me when I got married because she always thought it was creepy. However, the recipes are solid and I still use it. I’ll have a…

Apparently it is 1979 — and copies are available on Amazon (including one with Prime shipping!) just in time for the holidays.

Do you follow Yinzerella at all? Her Dinner Is Served! project has been great reading.

I would eat that, but I’m sort of disgusting.

I was the only lactose intolerant child I knew of when I was diagnosed at age 15. However I grew up in the Land of White People (aka Connecticut) so I’m not that surprised.

I recall being about six (around the time this Velvetized Carnation pamphlet came out) and being obsessed with the scenes of domesticity in cookbooks and women’s magazines. I tried so hard to imagine my life as a grown-up, living in oranges and puke greens and goldenrods, in a snappy outfit and my hair did. It…

I am neither! Your best friend may have been one of the other people furtively eyeing Fabio (there were several of us).

Our receptionist/personal assistant is a man with MRA tendencies I have been working to eradicate. He is an exceptionally good receptionist though.

Same here. I will catch my dude with a wistful look in his eye and a smile teasing round his lips as he gazes at some indeterminate point just over my shoulder. When I break his reverie, he’ll apologize and explain he was thinking about his killifish, or maybe a burrito.

Husbands aren’t much different from little boys, are they ladies?

She’s positively Palin-esque in her commitment.

I have never found him attractive. Until this moment. Then I started thinking some desperately impure thoughts about him. WHAT HAVE I BECOME?

Same here — I’m un-greying as fast as I can!

Thank you for the reminder — that’s my sister-in-law taken care of for Xmas.

Your letter of approval is in the post. Please don’t mind the oily smudges.

I love this. It sums up my feelings perfectly.