Reminds me of a line from a documentary on the 90s Boston comedy scene that has stuck with me to this day: “You know what I learned today?  You can take a pigeon - ... you can just TAKE ‘em, no one gives a shit.”

“Neal”?

I saw Prince perform this live a few years ago and it was like a religious experience that left me a changed person. This... was not.

No eggs, and too many weird new-age-y flavours, but you can find yourself a DQ/Orange Julius storefront and get yourself an Original Orange Julius (tm) that will at least remind you of your childhood in the 70s/80s, then drink half of it until either the adult in you realizes it’s too sweet for you to finish or the…

YES!  That biting-into-Styrofoam sensation is how you know they’re sufficiently ripened!  

We need super stale marshmallow lovers support group.

In my neck of the woods, those summer-type attractions are all staffed by students who go back to school after Labour Day and thus staffing plays a huge role in what hours they can keep.

It was like that but I don’t think that brand... The one I remember looked a lot like a Skoal tin. Heck, it could have *been* a repurposed Skoal tin back then.

They came wrapped in waxed paper and were neopolitan-striped and “flavoured”, and shattered if you so much as breathed on them?

You used to be able to BUY toothpicks soaked in cinnamon extract. No idea why, but IIRC they were made by Nutty Club and surprisingly popular when I was in elementary school in the late 70s.

Do they get crunchy?  Because I am the freak among my peers who prefers crunchy marshmallows to soft, puffy marshmallows (at least commercial marshmallows).

Give me double-salted Dutch licorice or give me...  well, just don’t give me North American black licorice.

I seriously miss the old school LifeSavers Sweet Story books at Christmas time. It was one of the rare occasions where my siblings and I could do side-by-side blind taste tests to figure out the difference between butterscotch and butter rum LifeSavers. Plus you would look soooo generous sharing AN ENTIRE ROLL, smug…

Get yourself a roll of Wint-O-Green and a dark closet and YOU SHALL KNOW TRUTH.

...and in the West as well, I just bought a pound of them from Bulk Barn.  I am currently the most popular person in my office.

Back in my day, you could buy tins of shredded beef jerky.  You could stick a wad of it between your cheek and gum just like real users, but instead of spitting out disgusting black tobacco-suffused mucus and saliva, you’d have a mouthful of meaty umami goodness.

#FreeDannyBoyle

Reluctantly accepting that Keanu Reeves will probably never cross paths with, get to know, and eventually fall in love with me, I’m all on board with this ‘ship.

I have a one-bowl chocolate cake recipe from a cake decorating book from the late 70s (which is better known than I’d thought: http://picturesofcake.blogspot.com/2009/03/cake-thursday-february-26th.html) that’s generally my go-to, but some people really dig cake mix/pudding/booze cakes and it’s easy to make novel…

As someone who bakes once or twice a week for fun, yeah, there’s a (slight to some, more pronounced to others) chemical-y taste to your storeboughts and boxed mixes, but there’s a time and place for each. For novice bakers, a boxed mix gives a certain amount of peace of mind knowing that the results will consistently…