If this is how women in the 1950s cooked dinner for the family, then it’s no wonder there was a baby boom. I am thinking if I removed a burnt dinner like this then we’d never get to eating dinner. I’m guessing Hubby might not care, except the rabble-rousers kids would probably not be pleased if we got distracted from actually feeding them.
I’m also concerned that her thighs could be burnt by the open oven door. Doesn’t that just seem a tad bit dangerous?