Del Monte Fruit Cocktail, 1948

Del Monte Fruit Cocktail, 1948
Identifier: ladieshomejourna65janwyet (find matches)
Title: The Ladies' home journal
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Wyeth, N. C. (Newell Convers), 1882-1945
Subjects: Women's periodicals Janice Bluestein Longone Culinary Archive
Publisher: Philadelphia : (s.n.)
Contributing Library: Internet Archive
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Be sure you getDel Monte Fruit Cocktail, and youll see. COCONUT FRUIT FLOAT 1 cup milk, scalded Dash of salt 1 egg, slightly beaten 2 tbsps. sugar V» tsp. each, almond extractand lemon extract 1 No. 2/j can or jar Del Monte Fruit Cocktail, well chilled/» cup grated coconut,toasted Combine scalded milk with egg and sugar; addflavorings and salt. Pour into small casserole, setin pan of hot water, and bake in a slow oven(325° F.) 30 to 40 minutes or until sharp knifeinserted in center comes out clean. Chill. Emptychilled Del Monte Fruit Cocktail into servingbowl. Place spoonfuls of custard on top, andcover custard with toasted coconut, as illustrated.Serves 4 to 6. Just shows one of the many ways Del MonteFruit Cocktail can glorify simple dishes. And dontforget how attractive it is served plain—how quickand easy, too. Keep a can or jar handy always— in your refrigerator or your cupboard, readyinstantly to add inviting color and luscious flavorto any part of any meal. FRUITCOCKTAIL
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