22 May 2010

Fish on Fridays!

Maybe it's evident from my references to Papa Smurf, but Patrick and I aren't exactly religious. We're not even technically Christian, really. Sure, he was baptized, but now he prays at the altar of logic, reason and Sweet Chili Heat Doritos.

Regardless of such technicalities, I opted to have fish for dinner. Why? Well, no handbook I could find offered anything but fish for Friday menu planning, so I figured it was the norm. Seems everyone of the time was either a) Catholic or b) scared of what the neighbours would think if they weren't.

Patrick had proved me wrong on my liver predictions, but was I pushing it with two disaster-tempting dishes in a row? I had reason to be wary of his dislike of the fish. In all our years together, he would only eat fish if it was:

  • Prepared in his lazy college-days style, a tuna casserole that consisted of tuna, noodles, plenty of mayonnaise and cheddar
  • Prepared by the world-renowned chef, Captain Highliner
Dear reader, I am overjoyed to say that my husband was pleased as punch with dinner. I used a "Prize Winning" recipe from Mrs. H.E. Schwoch of Milkwakee, WI that was printed in the Searchlight Recipe Book. What was it that elevated this dish from the competition? Crushed Ritz crackers and a thin "white sauce" that drowned my $22/lb wild halibut. Sigh.

The fish was accompanied with butter-lemon broccoli and pan-fried potatoes. Dessert was "Pot au Creme" which was basically melted chocolate in butter with egg. I put a strawberry on it for fun (and a desperate attempt to scare off the threat of scurvy that was surely threatening us). He enjoyed it all the same ("I don't hate strawberries.").
Just look at that pool of melted fat in the middle of the plate on the left. It seeped from all three parts of the dish. That lard puddle of victory is what I've come to know as a trifatra, a sign that I followed a 50s recipe to the letter.

As you read from my quickie yesterday (presuming you stalk this blog like a good person should), my day involved cleaning and good ol' racism commentary from strangers ... but hey! Such is a day in downtown Toronto, no? Pardon me for one second ...

Uh, where was I?

Oh, right, cleaning that prime piece of real estate that I own. Maybe one day I'll sell it to you for twice what I paid for it, Preppy, so you won't have to drive in from the 905 everyday. (Preppy. Ha. I clearly went to the A.C. Slater School of Taunting.)

Anyway, it was a good day of cleaning that really didn't take *that* much time. It turns out that if you put some effort into cleaning each day, the job isn't that bad.

That sound you just heard was my mother face palming herself - as this is a lesson she has been trying to teach me since I was a fetus. Got it now, mom! At 31. You were right! Buy you a drink?

And that pretty much summed up Day 5 of the 50s Housewife Experiment. We're now into the long weekend. Patrick and I have to organize our locker downstairs (bringing winter stuff down, summer stuff up) and plan for a BBQ with our friends and neighbours, the Dells. Should be dandy - and I will, of course, update you on how the 50s housewife fares with it all.

Happy May 2-4, all!

Image Source: Retroflections


Foxy Renard 10:07 pm, May 22, 2010  

Okay, so wait. With all these freakishly fattening foods, how come 50s housewives all seemed to be such tiny waisted hotties? I demand answers.

Jen 6:56 pm, May 23, 2010  

Girdles and bulimia? I have no ideas.

Anna 1:20 pm, November 25, 2010  

I'm enjoying the hell out of this experiment (prepping for a 1940s housewife experiment of my own). I also enjoy taunting yokels from the uberburbs, so you're really hitting a lot of high points for me with this post.

(Even if I do live in the shameful, shameful 519 now.)

Andrea 12:37 pm, January 04, 2012  

Weren't they popping alot of speed in the 50's? The women? Also, no HFCS. Seriously. My Dr. says it's the HFCS and the transfats that have contributed to our bigger waistlines
and I tend to agree because I don't eat, but I do drink Pepsi and alot of tea anad lemonade...

MandoCommando 6:15 pm, December 30, 2012  

I just found your blog while doing a 50's housewife search for inspiration for my new blog and Holy crap. you crack me up!!!! I better not drink anymore liquids while trying to read this. it keeps exploding out of my face, haha.

Liz,  2:53 pm, December 26, 2014  

Omg that video. I'm dying. You are hilarious, girl!

Anonymous,  3:57 pm, August 25, 2016  

why was your first thought racism, you were cleaning, right. windows if i am not mistaken. i personally dont see a lot of people clean windows-actually dont know the last time i did see someone clean windows.

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