Pages of wisdom

I found this magazine at an antique store a few years ago, digging fully on the cover, in all of its visceral — yet culinary — brutality. Something about the meat hook, I don’t know.

This publication seemed pretty comprehensive. It had all you needed to know about maintaining your “farm home.” It contained nourishing recipes for dishes like meat pies and biscuit-topped beef stew.

Or, perhaps some chili mostaccioli.

It offered ideas on how to utilize organizing space in your kitchen …

… how to trick out your home office …

… and even how to rock those slacks, ladies …

I bought this magazine while I was actually out on a first date. We had lunch and we’re walking downtown a little when she asked if I wanted to check out this antique store as we passed it, an activity I enjoy, hopefully-romantic interlude or otherwise. I found this stack of magazines and started pawing through them, nearly giddy at the kitsch. I would purchase three or four different publications of this genre that day, not before holding them up to her and somewhat excitedly showing her, “Hey! Check this shit out!” She never called back. Imagine that.