Showing posts with label 1963. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1963. Show all posts
October 31, 2014
April 27, 2011
From 1963: Nothing Has Been Proved
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February 26, 2011
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July 29, 2009
Three More Delicacies From The Joys Of Jello, 1963

If I showed this to my sister, Jane, she would look at me and say one thing: "Grandma Mary."
Yes, our paternal grandmother loved to make all matter of cold salads involving fruit-flavored Jell-O (she liked lime the best), canned fruits and vegetables suspended, like bewildered flies in honey, in the gelatin. Each plate of the salad was always served with a dollop of mayonnaise, which she would serve with a flourish that never left a chip on her Revlon's Love That Red fingernails (the woman always had a flawless manicure), or disturbed the ash on her ever-present Pall Mall.
Then she would sit down at the dinner table, take a sip from her Manhattan, and say, "I have been seated, so you all may begin."
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May 11, 2009
A Tantalizing Tidbit From 1963: The Joys Of Jello
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