It's the meat-Miracle Whip-jello combination once again. I bet you could use dog food instead of canned corned beef and no one would know the difference. Is there a difference?
Note the ominous "did not thicken" warning on the card. I think "do not make this" would be more appropriate.
Note that the unassuming name on the card -- Tuna Salad -- belies the dark truth behind it: yet another meat + Jello recipe. (Unfamiliar with this trend? Check out the Lime Jello Chicken.) Weltha, Weltha. What were you thinking? An entire jar of olives? Lemon Jello? Tuna???? Oh, the humanity. I made the Lime Jello Chicken on a lark. But the Lemon Jello Tuna Salad will not be made.
Ever.
I like cranberry sauce, and I like horseradish; I just don't know if I like them together. I'm thinking of making this for Thanksgiving this year. If I do (and let's hope for my guests that I do a test run beforehand) I'll let you know how it turns out.
When I grew up, the only time we had cranberry sauce was at Thanksgiving and Christmas. I seriously believed that it was supposed to be can-shaped and sliced into perfect rounds. It wasn't until I had been on my own for quite some time that I realized that you could make cranberry sauce from real cranberries, and it was actually easy to do. Finding this recipe in my grandmother's collection makes me ponder if this was one that turned out badly, and thus wasn't a candidate for being passed down for future generations.
This recipe comes from the kitchen of "Kraft," which must be some sort of evil overlord bent on world domination by forcing us to eat disgusting food made with Jello, thus sapping our collective energies and making us ripe for a well-timed coup. I bet it's one of those recipes, where, if you actually made it, you'd think, "Hey, this isn't so bad!" Yeah, right.
There were no directions accompanying this unfortunate list of ingredients. If I find a duplicate recipe in the box that has directions, I'll post it. (Can you imagine? More than one recipe for Lime Jello Chicken?)
Update
I made the LJC for my friend, Steph's party. For some unfathomable reason, I decided to double the recipe. Did I think that it was going to be such a huge hit that people would be scraping the bottom of the bowl for the last tender, limey, morsel? Needless to say, there was plenty left so Steph kindly brought the LJC into work for our colleagues to enjoy. It sat, unmolested, on a bookshelf all morning. Here's a picture:
For Steph's review, see comments section. Hers was about the same reaction as the others who were brave enough to try it: "[chew, chew, chew]...it's...[chew, chew, chew]...not too bad...[chew, chew]...kind of weird, though." I don't think anyone's going to be breaking out the recipe for their next meeting of Gourmet Club. On second thought, it might be just right for St. Patrick's Day.
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