A Taste of Terror: October Begins with Vincent Price
October has arrived, which means the ordinary rules of the kitchen are officially suspended here at The Last Drive In. This is the month for the smell of freshly fallen leaves in the air, strange candlelight coming from the uncanny shadows, and black cats in the doorway, or, if your household is anything like mine, all types of cats occupying every other corner of the house, too. And, if we are doing things properly, a little guidance from Vincent Price.
Not just the velvet-voiced master of the macabre, gliding through old houses, wax museums, and Edgar Allan Poe best nightmares—Price was also a patron of the arts and devoted cook with a real love for good food, good company, and the small theatrical pleasures of setting a table. His cookbook does not treat dinner as a chore; he always treated every meal as a special occasion: something to savor, share, and celebrate, with family and friends! He was not just a fiend or a frightener; he was a culinary fancier.
So, for the first post of October at The Last Drive In, I am stepping into Vincent Price’s kitchen. Consider these recipes a small invitation to begin the season properly: something delicious on the plate, something chilling on the screen, and the comforting sense that the host may, or may not, have put a little something extra in the sauce.
The correct answer when people ask which classic movie folks you would dine with: Vincent to cook and then sit down to eat!