I wouldn’t be surprised. Still, that peanut butter and pickle sandwich had to be healthier than its predecessor, pillowy white bread spread with margarine and a layer of white sugar. And for a beverage, Sonny Boy, sugar syrup you mixed with water. Could anything be unhealthier? I’m lucky I made it out of the '50s.
I can remember my father scraping off the mold of something in the fridge, and then eating the “clean” stuff. I still gets skeeved out. How we survived was just by pure luck and …ah what the hell…it sure was a lot of fun growing up in the 50-60s…
When I was young a special treat was when my mom would buy a Pepperidge Farm frozen cake. I probably haven’t thought of it in 50 years but suddenly 2 months ago I had a craving for it. The image of the cake (golden cake with chocolate frosting) came into my mind and I couldn’t get rid of it.
I found it easily enough at Shop Rite but every time I looked at it I thought “don’t be ridiculous!” and passed it by. Today I gave in.
It’s just as bad as you’d expect it to be but, in its own weird way, quite wonderful. I feel like I’m 8 years old again.