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What, it’s not still that way? The only way I remember it, obviously have not bought or consumed it in a long time.
ditto, here. of course I remember, but havent made chocolate Quick in a looong time.
Yes. Now it is a plastic screw on or pop-up top with a child-proof feature.
Yes, a spoon. Ovaltine came in a jar IIRC and the little granules wouldn’t dissolve worth a darn. So just Quik for us. Mom liked Hershey syrup better but we liked Quik, even sprinkled on ice cream. Hershey syrup was good on ice cream I must admit.
Hershey syrup still is good on ice cream.
Just had some Hersheys over Rocky Road sitting on top of a banana. And a few almonds on the side.
Hersheys is still great on ice cream! My grand kids are 8 and 9. I was their age in the late 50s and when I tell ’em what it was like to be a kid back then they simply can’t comprehend it. AM radio,standard trannies, no AC in houses or cars, B&W TV if ya even had one, go out on your bicycles all day and no one would be concerned. I could go on forever. An by trannies, I mean transmissions in your car, not some fuckin’ asshole that’s going to fight our next war with Russia or Chiner.
whaddya mean?
trannies are standard in the woke 2020’s, just ask any kindergardener
Trannies don’t fight, they just read books to kids when you’re not looking.
Yes
A spoon, of course, because once you got the lid off–and assuming Mom wasn’t watching–you could dip the spoon into the jar and shove about five spoonfuls of chocolate powder into your mouth.
yes, I do. And I was not supervised……
Great rant … funny without being acerbic.
I believe that was the point of the cartoon. It wasn’t ONLY about Nestle Quick — it was about how simple life once was.
Today’s Woke Assholes wouldn’t allow Humpty Dumpty to be published, — at least not without safety gear.
I remember needing a can opener for those Foster’s 25 oz. “oil cans.” Pop tops on beer cans are one of the few innovations in the last 50 years I truly appreciate.
The push in tabs Coors had for a while were a real pain in the knuckle.
I remember needing a pickup truck to get your stereo home.
A quarter worked, as well.
Strawberry Quick was nasty, with a capital N.
I ate that stuff by the spoonful. Put it on my ice cream.
Well, that sure explains it.
Yeah, I remember. I think that the can was changed to a cardboard can with a steel top like the one in the picture about the time that strawberry flavor came out. That was about the time I outgrew flavored milk.
Now it comes in a plastic canister with a plastic lid that you pull off. The strawberry flavor was indeed vile. Made a slurry with milk and then dumped it on vanilla ice cream…
Yep,buck knife,folding 101.
The same knife I got called as a class teacher kiss ass for helping teacher get book boxes open.
On a side note,that teacher was hot and though not taken to task wish I had been!
My teachers were old on the 60’s. They started in the 30’s. I remember us having to clean our desks weekly and one teacher admonished us that we had enough water on the desk to float a battle ship. So, no, we had no chance of a young teacher seducing us as what seems to be the norm these days.
I’ll see if I can get a picture of Miss Anna-Rae Clarke to post. Had her for 4th grade and then they moved HER up to 5th grade along with US the following year. Cruel and unusual punishment is what I later learned it was called. I’m guessing she graduated sometime around 1920 and then started teaching. Never married. Lived with her divorced sister, who taught at another school in the district. In my whole K-12 experience there were maybe 2 teachers who I would have diddled.
Church key
Coors can opener is asking 99 cents on eBay so the nostalgia market is not there even for things the young can’t recognize.
Drinking Coors is like making love in a canoe-fucking close to water.
The young can’t imagine opening a beer can that way. They probably think that theory has been debunked.
Effing A!
The lid was on so tight that you bent the tip of the butter knife trying to open it; got yelled at by Mom. Too lazy to go to the basement to get Dad’s screwdriver, the next time you tried the blade side of the butter knife, too tight, got bent; yelled at by Mom. You finally learned how to finagle the spine of the butter knife into the “weld” and with some Archimedean magic pop that sucker off half way across the room as it did glorious Blue Angel quality barrel rolls into the litter box.
I’m just glad it was kosher.
I never saw the stuff until I was 18.
When Mom and Dad managed to show up at the polls to vote on election day and absentee ballots were as rare as a whore in church.
The empty can was great for holding marbles