Hello Dear Readers! Remember our favorite family, the Perfects, who live out their perfectly happy lives within the pages of a 1965 Casserole Cookbook?
Well this blog is saddened to report that the Perfects have been having a little problem with Perfect Father Ken. Lately his behavior has become a little uh . . .well see for yourself:
It all started out one fine morning in the Casserole People Cook Book just after the page had been turned. Everything was going along as usual. Perfect Mother Kendra was mixing up a batch of hot cake casserole and Fine Young Lad, Kenny, and Baby Sister, What’s Her Name, were helping their mother — dressed up in finery with matching chef hats as usual. Even their dog, Spot, was fully present in both mind and spirit!
But where was Perfect Father Ken?
Later that day, Perfect Mother Kendra tried to broach the subject with her Perfect Neighbor Nan.
“Shoot!”
“Well, uh . . does your husband, Ned, ever have a nervous breakdown?”
“Oh is that all? I thought you were going to say your Perfect Husband, Ken, was irregular! Listen, my Ned is always having nervous breakdowns. And when that happens, I merely give him Seconal! I’ve got an extra bottle. I’ll let you have it.”
“Thanks Nan! You’re a sport!”
“Don’t mention it. After all, what are neighbors for?”
Perfect Neighbor Nan gave Perfect Mother Kendra an economy-sized bottle of Seconal. Mother Kendra quickly ran home for it was nearly time to prepare the lunch casserole.
When she was done she put them both on the table.
After lunch, Perfect Father Ken took the Perfect children out to play. When Perfect Mother Kendra peeked outside and saw Perfect Father Ken playing with the Perfect children, she was very much relieved by what she saw.
Perfect Mother Kendra made a mental note to thank her Perfect Neighbor Nan by baking her a Seconal Luncheon Custard Casserole for her lunch tomorrow!
Until next time . . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
Awesome…
how perfect!
Thank you Buckwheatsrisk. I’m so glad you enjoyed it! 😀
perfectly! lol
:D!!
hahaha! Maybe when perfect father Ken was getting third degree burns on his face and hands, his brain got damaged? But apparently, nothing a little seconal couldn’t fix!!
Hahah Lisa! I think he was in the sky fire that El Guapo pointed out was going on in the background. They are all taking all the pain mighty well I’d say! That Seconal was miracle stuff! 😀
OH MY GOD!!! Soylent Green is Casserole People!!!
Also, why (when Kendra and Nan are talking) is the sky on fire?
And why don’t the daughters dresses fit? Maybe ken was knitting her something in the right size…
I think the fire is making her dress shrink. Maybe her mother can run it through the washing machine with a Seconal rinse. 😀
Aww… And it had a happy ending.
What a perfect little story 😉
Thanks W. R. Woolf. I always like to end things on a high note! 😀
Gosh, I love the casserole people almost as much as I love casseroles. Like Tiny Tim, I say, God bless them, every one! HF
Aw! I’ll be sure to relay your sentiments to the Casserole People HF! They are a mixed up yet sincere people! 😀
Fantastic! You certainly know how to tell a great (and funny) story 😀
Ah! Thank you Diane. You are always so inspiring to me! 😀
Fine young lad Kenny and baby sister What’s Her Face seem to enjoy having their old perfect father Ken back. Even spot is enjoying the return to normalcy. This is my favorite 50’s related post yet!!
He might be the devil to some, but to them he’s just loveable D A D! 😀
i lived the casserole era … and still love of good one. But in the end, the casserole people mean well!
They certainly did mean well, Frank! I love casseroles too! But I hardly ever make them. Maybe I’ll have to give one of the recipes in the casserole book a go! 😀
This made me laugh so much, I always wondered what married life was like for Satan, seeing him play with the kids makes me wonder why he gets such a bad rep.
I know! He’s just seems like a regular guy. Just a regular ol’ Joe Hoover! 😀
Huh. I always thought Martinis were supposed to be the cure for nervous breakdowns. Did 1950s-era TV teach me nothing?
You know what you’ve almost got it right, Hey Look! I believe the cure was Seconal dissolved in Martini’s. Plop, plop fizz fizz and all that rot! 😀
I would love to spend just five minutes in your head, Linda. I’ll bet it’d be the best fun ever! 🙂
Oh Katy! You are so sweet! I would love to have you up there rummaging around! Oh the things you would find!! You might want to take out an insurance policy for though! LOL!!:D
Ha ha ha! I think you’d need to worry about the things I’d leave behind too! 😉 But only nice, random things! 🙂
Oh yes! That would be wonderful Katy! I’m sure that you would be leaving behind great fodder for my blog! 😀