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…
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.