In light of this, each month I'm going to attempt to further my education in vintage food creation so I can finally fulfill my dream of becoming an oppressed 1960s housewife who ends up in the chair after slipping arsenic into her husband's after-work whiskey.
This month's gastronomic adventures were inspired by this little number I picked up second hand (obviously).
|Radish flower with cucumber base|
There were also pages of "moulded salads" - basically all manner of things set in some form of "aspic", a jellyish substance that, though beautiful, should never really see the light of day as food.
See what I mean?