Welcome to the end of the world. Or at the very least the end of The A-Z of Cooking (1977).
Prepare to feel robbed.
Dear A-Z of Cooking,
Look…listen…over the past few years we’ve had joy, we’ve had fun, we’ve had seasons in the sun.
There’ve been many good times.
Remember the Mushroom Cakes?
And the Brioche?
The Profiteroles? They were awesome!
Okay, so it wasn’t always smooth sailing. There were downs with those ups.
There was this:
Still one of the scariest pictures I have ever seen in the pages of a cookbook.
And lets not forget this delightful looking salad:
Or this suggestion for punishing people who drop in without notice:
But on the whole, it’s been good times.
And this is how you end it? With a Turkey Paté that looked like cat food until I slapped a few sage leaves and pomegranate seeds on top? And, I might add, tasted of nothing?
And whilst we’re at it…right from the start you promised me an A-Z.
So…ummm…why are we done after Yesterday’s Leftovers?
Where’s my Z, you dick?
And a really bad turkey paté.
And no Z.
