I was a bit skeptical but I followed the recipe as it was written. Maybe Grandma Mary knows something about mayonnaise that I don’t. Nope. What I discovered is that quite possibly she and other women in the 60s might just appreciate it more than we do nowadays.
Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow…and not in a good way. After making this recipe I’ve learned two valuable lessons.
1. “Loaf” isn’t a very appetizing word. I think we should save that word for when we are discussing bread, and only bread.
2. When having guests over for brunch I should warn them that they’re guinea pigs and make one pre-tested recipe. Lets just say, no one cleared their plates at this fancy party. Well, the 11-month old did, but we can’t trust her…she likes everything.
It had to happen. This adventure can’t be all sunshine and rainbows. If I only show you the good stuff you’d be missing out on what makes this crazy. Each time I pick a recipe I cross my fingers and hope for the best. My goal is to recreate these recipes exactly as my Grandmas would have made them. If they aren’t perfection on the first try I get crafty and make them over and over again until they are delish. So there have been some rough meals along the way at our house. Fortunately we have some good friends who have found the comedy in this as I place the occasional disaster in front of them with a pleasant and apologetic smile.