And we’re back for another round. One year after the previous book, Knudsen’s put out another addition, this one more horrifying than its predecessor. Yes, that’s possible; I wouldn’t say it if I couldn’t back it up. Says the text on the inside cover: “The book itself has grown glamorous, too! Look through its pages and you’ll see the gayest array of dishes.” We’re also assured that the recipes “have been thoroughly tested,” so presumably none of them will explode while you’re cooking.

Ready? Let’s begin.


(Note: this site is not connected with Knudsen in any way, and is intended as an appreciation & critique of this particular piece of commercial art history. Just in case you thought otherwise. And no, nothing has happened to make me add this disclaimer; just thought I'd err on the side of Truth and Full Disclosure, for once.)