I like apple butter, so does my husband. I gained this love of apple butter in all its apple cinnamony goodness eating my grandmother’s home canned apple butter, so I was delighted when she gave me several jars. Fortunately she was not near when I had my first taste from those jars. I thought I was going to die. Never have I placed such a vile concoction in my mouth. After rinsing thoroughly, I called her up. I asked sweetly what recipe she used and she said that it was new. Instead of the usual apples, cinnamon, and sugar, she used zucchini, nutmeg, and sugar twin. It looked like apple butter, it did not smell unpleasant. It tasted vile.
I have seen recipes for mock apple pies and recently for mock guacamole.
Hey, that mock guac looks pretty good. Not to eat, of course, but as a practical joke.
This isn’t really a recipe, but Mom once gave my Dad an ice cream cone that had a scoop of ice cream on top of the cone, but lukewarm mashed potatoes inside the cone. The look on Dad’s face when he got to the mashed potato layer was priceless.
One of my favorite dishes is a beets-carrots-potato-marinated herring salad. When you mix everything together, with a mayo-sugar-vinegar sauce, it looks pink. Looks sweet. Like a pink sweet dessert.
After a few :eek:, we caved in and tell the unsuspecting.
What truly disturbs me is…leave out the sauce and my father would actually like this!
He already eats borscht, herrings and sourcream combined. It looks and smells like something that should be seeping out of a wounded Klingon.
