Date I made this recipe:
June 11, 2017
The Seventeen
Cookbook by the Editors of Seventeen
Magazine
Published by The Macmillan Company
© 1964
Purchased at Bonnie
Slotnick Cookbooks, NYC
Recipe: Sloppy Joes – p. 60
Those of us of a certain age will likely remember reading Seventeen Magazine cover-to-cover,
taking note of the current fashion (ugly as it was), dating tips, life tips and
well, tips in general to help us all navigate through our teenage years.
I have to say that I was a little surprised this magazine
was still in publication but then again, it's not like I've looked for it on
the newsstand. If Brownies can "fly
up" to be Junior Girl Scouts, then Seventeen
Magazine readers can fly up to read Vogue
and other more adult-oriented fashion magazines. I do believe this is an
unofficial life rule.
I've had this cookbook for a while now but was never really
prompted to cook from it until I saw "Say Yes to the Prom," that
aired on TLC in April. This special event show was a take-off of the
very popular "Say Yes to the Dress," that airs on the same
channel. I'm constantly amazed at how
many people, including me, "confess" to watching "Say Yes to the
Dress" and am almost always amused by the fact that these friends and I
share the same sense of horror at what some women consider to be appropriate
bridal wear. Hint: "If it looks like a nightgown, it is
a nightgown. Just put it down, honey,
just put it down."
Happily, "Say Yes to the Prom" did not go the way
of the bridal show. In this special episode,
50 high school students were given the opportunity to select a prom dress with
assistance from Aya Kanai, Seventeen
Magazine's Fashion Director, designer Betsy Johnson and Monte Durham from "Say
Yes to the Dress – Atlanta." All of these kids were deserving in some way
and were thrilled with their dress selections.
It was a total feel-good moment, sans the usual family infighting that
happens on the bridal show. Also missing was the reveal of the "over your
budget" (by a country mile) price tags that make this gal blink in
double-time and that was refreshing!
As to my prom, I didn't go but before you get all
"awww" on me, let me tell you why.
My school had only a Junior-Senior prom and to the best of my
recollection most, but not all, of the people who attended were going together,
otherwise known as going steady, or, if you will, in a "committed high
school relationship." The Christmas
Hop however, was another story all together.
The Christmas Hop has been a mainstay at my school for well
over 60 years (perhaps even closer to 70).
I remember seeing "Hop" photos in a lot of the older year
books that were stored in the high school library and just loved looking at Hop
fashions over the years.
The Hop was the biggest deal on the planet even though it
was a Sadie Hawkins dance which is to say the women asked the men, and I think
it was open to all high schoolers but cannot remember. (I think the junior high
students pulled [serving] punch duty.) I
do know that attendance far exceeded the prom as nobody wanted to be left out
of The Hop as it was "The" social event of the year.
The Hop was held in the cafeteria/gymnasium of Central School, the elementary school next to
our combined junior high and high school and it was packed to the rafters with
attendees. If memory serves, this was
held in early December which was really a bad time of year to hold a formal
dance because of the high probability of snow or a snow storm, but who cared? Most of us women attending wore boots beneath
our evening gowns and changed into sandals in the parking lot because that was
what you did.
The flower shops in my hometown were never as busy as when
they were preparing Hop corsages and boutonnieres to match your dress which of
course, you looked high and low for.
Velvet was in as were "granny" dresses and please do recall
folks that this was the 70's and also that what goes around, comes around
because nowadays, all of that is fashionable again, why Lord, why?
The first year I went to the Hop was my junior year and I
asked not only the shyest guy in our class but also the future
valedictorian. I wore a light green
dress that was very simple and was also affordable. He wore – and I love this – red checkered
pants, a red jacket, a white bow tie and either a red or a blue shirt, I cannot
recall. We definitely took our holiday
theme seriously.
The second year I attended, I asked the class salutatorian
(see a pattern here?) and dressed in a light blue sleeveless dress with a dark
blue velvet jacket with a light blue ruffle.
I could gag at the thought of it really, but such is life; the green
dress the year before was way better. My
date dressed in blue to match my dress although I cannot recall if that was
deliberate or not.
To make the whole look really, really awful (mine, not his),
I decided to go to the beauty salon and have them roller set my hair under the
premise (and I was not wrong) that it would help straighten out my naturally
wavy hair. This one-off look was never
seen on me again as it didn't quite work as I expected it to. That said, it was usual and customary for my
female classmates to have their hair curled for the big event.
So to recap, I had this bad hair, a dress I hated and which
seem to accentuate the fact that I had gained weight during the summer before
my senior year (lost it all before graduation but alas, too late for senior
photos) and to make it all worse, I wore gold-rimmed aviator glasses.
Let that just sink in for a minute. I mean, the look was not at all uncommon back
then but yeesh, people. Yeesh! And not only were they ugly glasses but for
the first time since I got them in 6th grade, I wore them for a Hop
photo.
Why did I do that?
Why? I NEVER wore my glasses in
photos, not ever. Even in childhood
vacation pictures, you will be hard-pressed to find photos of me wearing my
glasses and so there I was all dolled up on Hop night and I had to go and ruin
my no-glasses streak and it has bothered me ever since. (As an aside, after I sold my childhood home,
I brought back a ton of childhood photos and a best friend kept exclaiming that
"they don't look like you."
She finally figured out why: I
never wore my glasses and I almost never smiled because my teeth were crooked
and I was self-conscious.)
Still, the fact that I attended the Hop with my friends was
fun even if my date the second year spent most of his time romancing a friend
of mine who had just broken up with her boyfriend. Let the pity party begin!
Since my hometown was short on restaurants (the town was
tiny), nobody really got together beforehand to go out to dinner and only the
second year did my friends and I gather afterwards. And for the record, there was absolutely no
such thing as a limousine in the town so you could forget that noise. Things were pretty simple back then and we
managed to have a ton of fun without all of today's prom accoutrements and accompanying
expenses.
The nearby town of Marquette,
Michigan
though, was much bigger and their high school had a huge spring prom and I know
this because my trial run as hostess at the Garden
Room restaurant was on prom night.
I was going to college at Northern Michigan University in Marquette and needed a new summer job before
starting my senior year. My summer job the previous year was at Montgomery Wards Repair Service and we
do not have time here to discuss the horror that was that job, nor does it have
anything to do with Prom so there it is.
Prior to my trial run at the Garden Room, I spent two weeks working for pennies on the dollar at
a local Big Boy restaurant before
deciding I was simply not Big Boy
material and so set my sights on one of my family's favorite restaurants, the Garden Room.
The Garden Room
was a family favorite because the owner, Dorothy, and her family owned also a
few other restaurants in town, one of which was the site of my parent's wedding
brunch. The food was fabulous and unlike
Big Boy which was stuck in a mall,
this restaurant overlooked Lake Superior and
it was gorgeous.
So I went in one day and pitched my services to Dorothy who then
asked if I could come in that Saturday for a trial run as hostess (which I
loved better than waitressing) and I said sure, and then when I got there, she
said "Oh, by the way, it's prom night."
Good to know.
So I survived that and managed to seat all the prom
attendees without incident and I was then hired FT for the summer. I have to say that it was somewhat amusing to
seat students who were just a few years younger than me but "them's the
breaks!"
Now then, returning our attention to The Seventeen Cookbook, in the early years of formal dances, it was
usual and customary for one of the attendees to throw a dinner party the night
of the big dance (although not in my town) and the dinner party menu usually
had something "fancy" on it like Beef Stroganoff or steak and
twice-baked potatoes and I was leaning heavily toward the stroganoff for my ode
to prom until my husband decided he wanted the Sloppy Joes. (He didn't attend prom, either.)
What can I say? One
cannot go wrong with Sloppy Joes even though I doubt anyone would have served
them on prom night because they were, well – sloppy! (Can I just say that on
prom night at the Garden Room, almost
everybody used their napkins as a bib lest the outfit be ruined which would be
horrible and unncessary!) Since Andy and
I ate this "prom night" food in our casual summer clothes, we didn't
care what happened and so why not Sloppy Joes?
I know that in some parts, it is usual and customary to add
a cream of "something" soup to a Sloppy Joe mix (or Chicken Gumbo or
Chicken and Stars) but I never found a recipe calling for the soup until
now. In addition to the soup, you'll add
chili sauce and prepared mustard, the combination of which made me feel like I
was eating a burger instead of a Sloppy Joe but it was good so why quibble?
And so here we are, many moons past prom and all my
reminiscing that went with it, but it doesn't matter because Sloppy Joes are
great any time, anywhere, prom or no prom, Hop or no Hop! Enjoy!
Sloppy Joes – makes 12
2 tablespoons butter or other fat
2 lbs. ground beef chuck
1 cup chopped onion
2 cans cream of mushroom soup, undiluted
½ cup chili sauce
2 tablespoons prepared mustard
¼ teaspoon black pepper
12 hamburger buns, toasted and buttered
Melt butter in a large skillet. Add beef and onion, cook, stirring until
broken up and well-browned. Add soup and
seasonings; simmer for about ten minutes to blend, stirring occasionally. Serve by ladling mixture onto hot hamburger
buns.