From Modern Priscilla, April 1925. At least this doesn't look any worse than my mother's signature Lenten dish, Irish spaghetti (boiled noodles, cheese and a can of diced tomatoes. It was awful and since my mother was a pretty good cook, I don't understand why. It occurs to me now that maybe she was trying to make us suffer for the good of our souls).
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