turns into most hilarious book find of the summer - film at eleven.

So, I'm paying homage to Mr. Andrew Carnegie yesterday and I'm looking for a cookbook, because, you know, I like that kind of stuff.

I come across this title - The Gallery of Regrettable Food. Interesting. I pick it up and begin browsing the back cover, which states in big pink letters "This is not a cookbook." I am intrigued, after all, it IS in the COOKBOOK section.

After flipping through several of the pages, the point of this book dawns on me. The author has collected several vintage recipes, cookbooks, food advertisements - primarily from the 50s. Most of the recipes include pictures so heinous they need to come with a parental advisory. You all know, I'm sure, of what I speak.

Anyway, the pictures are fabulously grotesque - but the true gem is the author's commentary for each piece.

For example, above a particularly atrocious picture of a two-tiered, yellow-domed jello salad mold containing floating bits of cucumber and salmon, the author has written:

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. I just don't. It's a cucumber fun house, perhaps: notice how they seem to be pressing against the sides of the mold, as if demanding our attention. Help! We're being felt up by smelly salmon in here - let us out!

Genius. The rest of the book is more of the same.

The Gallery of Regrettable Food