In 1946, the food editors over at McCall's magazine evidently had a penchant for the vilest meals imaginable. It's meant to be steak and asparagus, but you can just make out the face of Mephistopheles in that slab. And what on earth is that thing in the upper-right corner? No matter how you slice up the radishes, nothing makes me wanna eat from this sordid tableau.
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