Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Weight Watcher's Recipes from 1974


I am always up for a good laugh. So when I stumbled on this website called CandyBoots on Friday I KNEW I had to share it with you because that's the kind of gal I am - I love sharing a good laugh. And this one had me dieing laughing.

First, it had been an incredibly long week and I was desperate for a laugh. Second, anyone that thinks cabbage should be jelled or beef bouillon makes a "refreshing drink" is just ripe for me to poke fun at.

So the writer of this site found these old Weight Watcher's recipe cards at her mom's house. They are from 1974 and they are hilarious. I can picture these items getting served at our church banquets and birthday parties. No wonder us kids thought that hot dogs and macaroni and cheese were the bomb.

Who would want to eat this?


















Or this?


















Or this?


















Blech.

Or drink this? Holy cow. How did we all survive the '70s?


















You have to click on the site CandyBoots so you can see the FRANKFURTER SPECTACULAR!!!!

I'm not kidding.

It reminds me of a story. I had never heard of a frankfurter until about 1979.  We had just moved from Novi, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit, to Bethel, Connecticut. My sister had been invited to a friends house for lunch, or dinner, I don't remember which, they told her they were having frankfurters. Kathy ran home to ask my mom if she could eat at their house, and to find out if she liked frankfurters. We all died laughing when my mom told her they were hot dogs. Of course I didn't know what it was either. But I was the older sister and wouldn't admit THAT. We were from the midwest where things were simpler. We never heard of fancy things like pasta. They are noodles people. And what is soda? Isn't that an ice cream drink. Anyway, I digress. The word frankfurter made all these memories come rushing back.

You know what else I just remembered? The wine my mom drank. It was called Tyrolia. It came in a huge jug. Huge. We would put it on the bottom of the grocery cart. It was our job to make sure it didn't roll off the bottom. Sorry, mom. I'm sure you had no choice. And I have no idea why that popped in my head.

So I hope you enjoy your trippy flashback to 1974. I dare someone to make one of these recipes. And eat it. ha!  Better wear your maxi dress and your cork platforms when you do.

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