And I’ll bet some of you remember, too.
Yesterday — and I’ve forgotten how I got there — I ended up on some blog site where a woman shared her memories of growing up in the 1960s. I thought I’d never see the day when I’d say, “Those were simpler, happy times,” but there you go. They were. Mavis and I have tons of great memories of going to church, singing with our friends, shopping with Mother (especially at F.W. Woolworth’s candy counter, where we were allowed, if we were very good, to get a quarter-pound of the chocolates of our choice), winter ice skating, and summers at Brown Deer Pond.
But today, this post is about FOOD, dude! Does anyone else remember…
We drank this by the gallon
Burger Chef & Jeff!
These were extra-special treats, because Mother let us eat them on TV trays in the den. Whoa, camel.
Mother and Grandma Johnson made these all the time. Yummy.
Think kettle corn. And no, Mother never let us buy any, so I had to beg it off friends at school.
On the rare occasions when we were allowed to buy it, it was like Christmas.
The waiting was the hardest part.
I loved the beef kind; Mavis liked the chicken.
Food was so awesomely bad for you back then, but nobody really knew that, or noticed, or cared, or whatever.
You know the drill: pony up with some food memories of your own. Find a link to it somewhere if you want to, and we’ll all see if we remember it.
As for now, the orchestra cuts won’t edit themselves. Over ‘n out.