Eating in the 50's

bigtiller · Mar 16, 2017

flyerdan said:
You can still get candy cigarettes online, any retailer in the US that tried selling them would probably be burned down by the anti smoker crowd. All the other stuff discussed is available there as well, if there is a niche market for it the internet has it.

Holy cow, $6.79 for a 24 pack plus tax and shipping. That's a bigger ripoff than the real thing.

milkman · Mar 16, 2017

It was a special treat when mom would have us kids put a gallon jar of milk in the spring, that meant we were having cornbread and cold milk for supper, sometime it was buttermilk and cornbread. I remember walking across the holler to the store and getting a 10 cent Baby Ruth candy bar 1/4 pound of pure heaven. Could also buy single .22 shorts, get a quarters worth and borrow my uncle's single shot rifle and shoot at birds. Dad also used it when we killed hogs, use the .22 shorts.

PILOON · Mar 16, 2017

Bird said:
Well, I know my energy, strength, vision, and hearing have gone downhill, but this is the first time I ever heard of losing taste, too. Now I generally know better than to disagree with the experts, but I have serious doubts about this one; at least for me, personally.

Agree with most but have noticed that I enjoy more spicy foods and the spicier the better.
But still enjoy all my old standards equally well.

TomSeller · Mar 16, 2017

dmccarty said:
Paper strips with candy. The only thing like that I can remember were Zots where were in long plastic tube/bag.

Pixy Stix?

Looking4new · Mar 17, 2017

I remember going to the store for Mom and getting a single pack of cigs. 20 pack $0.35/pck, 25 $0.37/pck.

Bird · Mar 17, 2017

milkman said:
It was a special treat when mom would have us kids put a gallon jar of milk in the spring, that meant we were having cornbread and cold milk for supper, sometime it was buttermilk and cornbread. I remember walking across the holler to the store and getting a 10 cent Baby Ruth candy bar 1/4 pound of pure heaven. Could also buy single .22 shorts, get a quarters worth and borrow my uncle's single shot rifle and shoot at birds. Dad also used it when we killed hogs, use the .22 shorts.

We didn't have a spring, but did have a refrigerator to keep the milk in, so in the hot summer time, supper on the front porch of cornbread and sweet milk was common when there was no air-conditioning to make us want to stay inside. And mother had a big mouth gallon jar into which she would put some ice cubes, sugar, vanilla, and milk; shake it up and we had milkshakes for dessert.

And yep, the .22 rifle killed the hogs and the calves when it was time to butcher them.

PILOON · Mar 17, 2017

Cracker Jacks-----
The old joke was when a person was a poor driver we'd ask him if he got his permit in a Cracker Jack box!
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Bird ---"And yep, the .22 rifle killed the hogs and the calves when it was time to butcher them. "

It was my job to butcher our pet ducks for stew come fall.
When I de-headed the first one and it ran away with its head on the chopping block I called it quits and nobody else wanted duck for dinner. LOL .22 did the other one.

(we were suburban but not rural types)

Bird · Mar 17, 2017

We never had ducks, but I sure had to pull the heads off lots and lots of chickens. The way we did it was to hold a chicken by both feet, let it down to the ground, lay a stick (old broomstick or old hoe handle or such) across its neck, quickly step on both ends of the stick, pull, and toss the headless chicken out in front of you to flop around and bleed out. Of course they were NEVER skinned. They were dipped into very hot water, plucked, and singed, before being gutted.

Egon · Mar 17, 2017

We used a chopping block and axe for the chickens. Then the hot water soak and plucking. Geese we recovered with a wet cloth and then ironed. Neither job would make my best wish list.

sixdogs · Mar 17, 2017

mjarrels said:
I remember NO fast food joints but lots of diners serving blue plate specials.

mark

In the late 1950's we went to the McDonalds in or near Cleveland, Ohio. We were on a trip through that area and the stop was a shocking surprise and the highlight of our day. Everyone we knew was talking about McDonalds. Anyway, I got a hamburger*, french fries, a chocolate milkshake and undoubtedly something else. For the next couple of days it was all we talked about and we could not believe that anyone, anywhere could sell however many hamburgers showed on their sign.

*It's possible we had cheeseburgers.