
When we were up in La Conner a few weeks ago, we stopped in at Nasty Jack's Antiques. I found a stash of old Gourmet magazines from the late 60s and early 70s, and snapped up a few. (Click any of the images to enlarge.)



I love old food photography. Not just from a purely aesthetic perspective — although there's that too — but it's also fascinating to me that what we eat is no less subject to trend than the clothes we wear.




Instead of fabric and silhouette, it's ingredients (celery salad with mustard cream, anyone?) and presentation.





This story makes me want to revive the Sunday picnic:



The old car and liquor ads are also a bonus.




7 pm. Time for dinner and a drink.