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That was fun…. and I do recall! :_
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Good grief – I remember those fizzy soda tablets…
They didn’t taste very good, but it was fun watching them fizz.
To some of these, I can only say, Yuck! BBQ Jello – seriously?
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I found that one truly horrifying.
And the liver loaf. All my nightmares in a can!
Definitely the stuff of nightmares.
I agree. Sounds yuck.
A real appetite-killer.
Oh, dear. So many comments I have on this.
The brownie mix was the first thing I noticed. They are marketing it to make for children, but they put walnuts in them. Just no. Then there’s bacon that sets your toaster on fire. Spam and limas, so your kids can conveniently throw them both out together. (Unless they like spam, in which case you’ve ruined it with limas.) Liver loaf, scary clown pickles, and BBQ in your Jello. Wonder why people weigh more now? It’s because we aren’t faced with muck like this at the table.
And there’s the obsession people had with things being “digestible”. They wouldn’t give kids normal pie because it wasn’t “digestible” enough? Sheesh, it’s like the way people obsess over gluten these days.
Although I do want vitamin doughnuts. That sounds awesome!
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My kids would never eat anything containing visible chunks of walnut, but if they couldn’t see the walnuts, they didn’t mind them. I had a favorite pumpkin spice cake recipe that called for walnuts, so I put the nuts in the blender with the eggs and spun ’em around until the nuts were thoroughly pulverized. Worked like a charm. 🙂
Love these old ads. I remember a lot of them but there are a few I’ve never heard of.
Oh. My. Goodness: The Cowsills?!
“. . . I love the flower girl
Oh, I don’t know just why
She simply caught my eye. . . ”
Best earworm ever! 😀
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Yes! I was hoping I wasn’t the only one to recognize the Cowsills! 🙂
No, you have plenty of company. 🙂
Hey Mom, what’s for dinner ? Spam & Lima beans…or Liver Loaf and clown pickles? um, no thanks, I’m not hungry any more. Yes I know children in China are starving, let’s send them this Liver Loaf !
My sentiments precisely.
Some great, and some very disturbing, ads here, Blue.
Well, who could resist “good eatingest” brownies!??
And every bottle of 7-Up gave you new energy in 2 to 6 minutes! It’s science!
Canada Dry Ginger Ale, a favorite of my yout’. Canada Dry other flavors, never. Preferred Nehi.
Is that a little girl pouring hot water!?? Unsupervised by an adult? Call Children and Family Services!
Ubi Dubium is right about the bacon setting your toaster on fire. I possibly remember reading about that.
Vitamin donuts and liver loaf for your daily vitamin B1, like that’s all you need. Hahaha.
My fillings record that I went through a lot of fizzies.
But “Like good children, never beaten” takes the prize.
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I remember some of the products but not those ads.
Vitamin Donuts! Yay!
What mothers won’t do to get their kids to take their vitamins, huh?
I remember ’em all – and that bacon was horrible.
My family tried the liver-in-a-can. Once. Never again.
The thought of cooking bacon in a toaster is pretty creepy and scary.
Apparently, my mom couldn’t afford some of these things. Thank God. I didn’t notice the pickle clowns, lol. (Why does no one ever talk about their fear of lima beans?)
It grieves me to admit I remember some of these. Vitamin Donuts! Hahaha!! 🤣
My mother never bought the Vitamin Donuts. No wonder I’m such a dysfunctional adult.
Mine either. We had boring One-A-Day vitamins!
Same here. ☹️
Kool-Aid! Treat your child with sugar and artificial colors! I think my favorite is the gay chocolates.
I guess I missed out on all the fun. I remember very little of these ads because we had no TV and were out of the country a lot. I’m counting my blessings right now.
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— F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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