Indeed it might, but probably not.
Why food needed to be encased in brownish jelly made from boiled-down hoofs and hides, we will never know. Nor will we know if people actually ate such things. Perhaps it was a way to hide rancid leftovers in a festive casing that disguised the fact these were actually WAR RATIONS merely designed to keep you alive.
Anyway! As Blogger changes over into something I cannot even recognize, and as I struggle to master a system which is in no way an improvement over the old one which I've happily used for ten years, I hereby present the actual recipes that match up to. . . well, none of these pictures actually. But they're so lyrically awful that they form a kind of bizarre poetry. Or I think they do. I don't know, tonight I feel as if maybe I DO have COVID after all and will soon die. If so, so long, it's been good to know you. And so long, Blogger, the way I knew you in those precious times of the ancient technological past.
