Cupcake? Heresy? Pony? 4 stacks of plexi?

Olds442 said:

what percentage of things you eat came in a box? think about that when you go shopping. please!

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The way you talk it's almost like there's food that doesn't come in a box.

Oh wait - there is. Fish and chips comes in a newspaper.

Bought a box of Banquet® chicken last year.
Not even sub-par.
Never again on that, they just threw anything in there.

If the sauce is not too blue.....

We had little when I was a curtainclimber but once in a blue moon mama would get us TV dinners for a treat. A BIG treat for us. We had no money to speak of. Grew most of what we ate and bought very little... A TV dinner was a huge treat even though they cost almost nuttin back then...

Swanson had damn good chicken and nobody duplicated that taste....

Yep. I wouldn't trade my upbringing for nuttin. I would bet I enjoyed more things in life than many because of my environment. We had little but my big bro and I didn't know we were poor. ALways had plenty to eat, clean clothes, etc., as kids....and had bikes.... Not new fancy bikes but had bikes... Mine was a fat tire old half rusted Western Auto... We were happy just to have a bike.

I saw first hand that folks that had everything appreciated little and are never satisfied. They usually just keep amassing stuff in search of something magical, probably made from Lunar Dark Side Unobtainium that will sate some mysterious desire....that cannot be sated....

Those with nothing can appreciate even the little things and look at the world with a wonder the other folks could never even begin to comprehend....

I well remember being excited when mama could get us a TV dinner. Other folks never really experienced that enjoyment and appreciation of the moment.

If you regularly have steak during a usual week, it is difficult to be excited to have a cheap steak sammich from a restaurant once every few months... Didn't eat there, took em home.... Cost too much for fries and a drink... They were like 89¢ each.... Yeah, I learned to appreciate the little things as many of you did... Wouldn't change a thing...

edro said:

Tweren't much better'n a Swanson fired chicken tv dinner... It came in a box....

There was a flavor to their chicken that nobody else had.... Loved it....

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fucking garbage dude. sure it's easy and fast and convenient, but is it actually good?

compared to the chicken you can make in that glorious air fryer? not even close.

i won't die on this hill. i will point and laugh at you as I walk away slowly.

I just grab one of those roasted chickens they have at the deli counter.

I'm with Edro on this one. Not the actual TV dinner - never had that brand. But we were the same - little by way of spare money so anything like that was a rare treat. And we treated and savoured it as such.

We're all lucky (as in the harder I work the luckier I get) to have air fryers, great guitars and the money to buy whatever we want at the Deli counter, but I certainly still remember very fondly our little treats when I was that age, even though I suspect it's more the memory than the actual taste.

Olds442 said:

fucking garbage dude. sure it's easy and fast and convenient, but is it actually good?

compared to the chicken you can make in that glorious air fryer? not even close.

i won't die on this hill. i will point and laugh at you as I walk away slowly.

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Not to quibble, but I believe Edro was referring to over 50 years ago. It might have been garbage, but it was his garbage, and damn happy to have it.

Would he eat one now? Nope....

Olds442 said:

fucking garbage dude. sure it's easy and fast and convenient, but is it actually good?

compared to the chicken you can make in that glorious air fryer? not even close.

i won't die on this hill. i will point and laugh at you as I walk away slowly.

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Not now... That shit sucks ass.... but back when I was a kid, they were far better even given that we weren't even in the same zipcode as 'refined taste' ... Better product back then and they cared about their reputation...

Now? I ain't convinced that shit in the heat & eat section of grocery stores is even food.....

No way I'd eat that shit now...

Yup, might have had one TV dinner; is all, I recall.

We had TV trays.... those were put out when company came over.



They were Eiffel Tower.
Haha!
No lie... exact duplicates. ↓

i remember the hockey puck that was salsbury steak.


i don't think it was meat.

Googled "Vintage TV dinner."

First thing came up:

Southwest said:

I'm with Edro on this one. Not the actual TV dinner - never had that brand. But we were the same - little by way of spare money so anything like that was a rare treat. And we treated and savoured it as such.

We're all lucky (as in the harder I work the luckier I get) to have air fryers, great guitars and the money to buy whatever we want at the Deli counter, but I certainly still remember very fondly our little treats when I was that age, even though I suspect it's more the memory than the actual taste.

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We grew up very similar then...

My dad grew up in the hills of TN on a farm... They were self sufficient. That ain't easy especially up in those hills... Hard ass life... He learned the hard way...

We always had fresh food out of the garden or canned foods for the winter.... Mama had one of those huge ass T-bolt pressure cookers from hell.... With the readout gauge on top and the loud ass pressure weight... When her, granny, and my great aunt started pulling out big boxes of Mason jars and such (we NEVER threw a Mason Jar in the trash), I would head for the woods or somedamnwhere other than there... For some reason the pressure cooker scared the shit out of me... I guess understanding a lot of physics and such at a young age spooked me... I understood perfectly what was happening and I saw it as a freaking NUKE waiting to go off... Them wimmins would put up enough vittles 'for the winter' that would feed fifty folks over the winter...

In mama's old house that she sold a couple decades and some years back when she remarried after dad passed, I would bet that in the utility room on the shelves, there are still jars of put up pears and such done when I was a few years old and I'll be 68 in a couple weeks... I never understood the food coloring deal though with fruit... I know that 'Pear Salad' is a damn food group in the South but why green, red, yellow pears... I never got that... We had all kinds of fruit trees...

I hated doing corn... I remember pulling and shucking corn on Saturday.... I had my uncle's old Marine survival knife (the BIG Kabars, no the short ones...) I had an edge from hell on it AND on the 'recurve'. (Handy skinning deer.) I figured out I could whack off the top and bottom on those huge ears and the shuck would almost fall off... Knife was that sharp and had enough mass to do it... When bro and I were finished with just THAT day's haul, the shuck pile was like a VW bug sitting frame on ground.... One day's harvest.... Thankfully, mama, granny, and my aunt were serious about prepping the corn so bro and I would disappear until they were done.... Then get the wheel barrow to load up all the cobs.... Mama could have fed a third world country with one season...

I wish I didn't understand sciency stuff when a kid... This damn thing scared the hell out of me.... I expected the house to explode any second and I damn sure wasn't gonna be there when it blew.... I still hate the sound of a pressure release... I'd like to have a pressure cooker to play with cooking some stuff and ain't really skittish around those anymore.... BUT those big ass canning pressure cookers skeert my young ass back then... I just knew any second something would clog the vent and it would go into some serious atom splittin' shit and the house would be gone...

I was up until the wee hours installing all the software for the mini keyboard and signing up for all the accounts. The MiniLab 3 is a heck of a lot of fun. Arturia has their own "Analog Lab" with a bunch of instruments and presets so I had already goofed around with that before I got serious and started into the downloads and installs.

Woke up around 5 AM for some reason but went back to sleep.
My phone rang at 8 AM but I wasn't going to get to it before it stopped. I checked it and saw that it was from FedEX. After a few minutes there was a message notification.

The message said that my parcel (the Roland module) was going to be delivered tomorrow and requires a signature. OK then. I suppose there's no sleeping in until 11 AM tomorrow if the window is 7:30-ish until noonish. A different ETA says by end of day. I'm good with that. I'll be here all day...

I had my first Blue Heeler, or Australian Cattle Dog, for 17 years.
She was amazing.

Went everywhere with me.
Loved being in the back of my pickup.

She knew the rules.
Tailgate drops, that’s your cue to jump in or jump out.

Tailgate up?
You couldn’t get her out of the back of the pickup if you flipped it upside down.

She accompanied me to Home Depot in Houston one day so I could pick up a few pieces of lumber.

When tying them down, I realized they would be more stable laying flat.
I didn’t want them sticking up over the top of a closed tailgate.

Tailgate down doesn’t matter to Ellie.
As long as I’m in that truck, and it’s in motion, there’s no way she’s going to jump out.

I got the lumber tied down, and realized I had forgotten something.
Dang.

I told Ellie I would be right back.
You stay right here.
I know the tailgate is down, but you stay right here. Got it?

So I walked back in the automatic sliding doors on the lumber side, and discovered that I needed to go all the way to the other end of the store at customer service.

As I was waiting for a customer service rep, I heard a commotion down at the other end of the store.
It was Ellie.

She couldn’t stand it.
She hopped outta the truck, trotted up to the door, and it opened for her. With that clear invitation, she trotted inside to find me.

When she came to the vast expanse of the store, she didn’t know which way to turn.
She stopped and was looking intently for me. People were laughing and gasping, and pointing as she was searching for me.

I called her name, and that’s all it took.
30 mph hair missile rocketing past everyone’s feet to get to me.
She had a funny trick - she knew she had to sit to be a good girl. So she put on the brakes, and was already sitting about 20 feet out as she slid to a stop on the concrete floor right beside me.
And she was HAPPY!

I asked the lady at the counter if it was OK if my dog came inside.

Several people approached me and wanted to know about the dog.
It was definitely a YouTube worthy moment.

On our way back out, to some scattered applause, she trotted along in her usual position just behind my left foot.

Pop1655 said:

$36.15 !!!!

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Wow.
A guy could make a whole shitload of money running a restaurant!

edro said:

I wish I didn't understand sciency stuff when a kid... This damn thing scared the hell out of me.... I expected the house to explode any second and I damn sure wasn't gonna be there when it blew.... I still hate the sound of a pressure release... I'd like to have a pressure cooker to play with cooking some stuff and ain't really skittish around those anymore.... BUT those big ass canning pressure cookers skeert my young ass back then... I just knew any second something would clog the vent and it would go into some serious atom splittin' shit and the house would be gone...





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Buy one of those now and you end up on a no-fly list