I got this picture out of a 1937 cookbook that I found at my local thrift store. So I worte a little story about it using 1930’s slang. Hope you enjoy it.
Watching you eat is Aces! You’re cute as a bug’s ear . . .
Ha ha! Well, I certainly didn’t get flimflammed when I married a tomato like you! But you’re plate’s empty . . . what gives?
Oh I’ll eat later with the dog. I’m just content to sit here and smile at you while you eat a hearty breakfast consisting of breakfast dishes men like — that I thought up using my wifely wisdom.
That’s all wet. Tomorrow I want you to eat your breakfast at the breakfast table see? You’re a doll even if you are always bumping your gums.
What are you trying to say? That you made a brodie marrying me?
Well you gotta admit, you’re kind of a crumb.
Well! I should have know better than to marry a cinder dick.
Listen broad, being employed as railroad detective is better than squat, isn’t it?
OK, OK, don’t blow your wig, I’m not sore.
You and me both, kitten.
I know! Why don’t I get on the blower and make reservations at the speakeasy, and we’ll knock back a couple slugs of snazzy hooch.
You shread it, wheat! You know something?
When I look into those baby-blue pies of yours I can’t help thinking what a swell dame you are.
Thanks a heap, I’m sure.
18 thoughts on “Breakfast Confabulation of 1937”
Ok, I read some of this at some ungodly time this morning and obviously my brain wasn’t working cause I love the word play and didn’t have trouble following this time – Oh sorry I guess there is no ungodly hour on Sunday. Or maybe … you are so clever with these scenaros and the way you use the words – pun, Coolness and great fun!
This is one of those examples where I get a litte carried away. HA! I should have explained what I was doing. It’s so funny the way Peanuts thinks everybody knows exactly what I’m talking about! (I’m so glad I have my brain, Peanuuts to blame things on — it’s quite handy) So I don’t blame you for now figuring it out on Sunday’s ungodly godly hour. So I added a little explanation ot the post. 🙂
Oh but I love it and the picture is actually good explanation too. Yes the brain is a great thing to blame. I do it often too. I reread something I wrote awhile back and realized I didn’t know what I was talking about anymore lol. Peanuts keeps you on your toes lol.
oh yeah i forgot Eggscellent!
the stepford wife? I really got a kick out of reading this (grin)
If we are to believe the pictures from 1973 cookbooks, which this one is, I think they thought every wife was a Stepford wife! Glad you liked it.
This post is the bees knees.
Can’t wait for the next 30’s story. Maybe next time you’ll use “gams”.
HA! Or stems.
or Pins! (dear god, make us stop)
Swell anecdote. Now you’re on the trolly!
Yowza! I love this post! I think my favorite posts of yours have to do with using any kind of vintage magazine picture and/or current issue of Pottery Barn.
Thank you honey. I’m glad you liked it.
This is how the Thin Man movie series dialogue would’ve been if Nick had eggs for breakfast instead of drinking something out of a high-ball. 🙂
Well, I’m totally impressed that you’ve watched the Thin Man. I’ll bet there aren’t very many people your agae who have ever seen it. I have a box set. I love them very much!
Linda – those are some of my favorite movies! I enjoyed Dashiell Hammett’s writing and just adored the movies (which I saw for the first time just a few years ago). To me, they hold up to the test of time. Funny, stylish and a classic who-dun-it? Plus you have to love that Nick will punch Nora in the face to knock her down and away from a bullet. Now that’s love.
HA! I have the box set. I’m going to have to watch them all again!
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