Dear Readers! I went to the Thrift Store yesterday. I was lucky enough to find this Heinz Ketchup cookbook from 1957!
Let’s take a peek at some of these 1957 Heinz Ketchup prize winning recipes and see if we can get a glimpse into the food lives of people from the past:
And the fact that Mother seems to be flirting with a gigantic tomato man wearing a manacle isn’t helping Heinz Ketchup’s credibility either . . . oh well let’s just keep moving.
Mother’s husband, Father, is probably a Nuclear Physicist who sometimes brings home radioactive isotopes from the office to put in the Ketchup bottle to freak Mother out! That Father! Always with the pranks! (Too bad Mother didn’t even notice!)
Ha! That Father! He’s always doing silly stuff like that to Mother. Of course,while Mother was taking a long walk of a short pier, she decided it might be fun to try a little fishing. But what to use for bait? Hm . . .
Of course, as you can see while Mother was trying to decide what to do next, the radioactive isotope Heinz Ketchup bottle fused permanently to Mother’s hand. Father. Could. Not. Stop. Laughing.
Oh that wacky Father! He made both Boy and Girl these Ketchup bean sandwiches and is now hiding behind the Admiral Frigidaire spying on them as they try to eat their radioactive isotope Ketchup bean sandwiches.
Right about now Father is probably thinking about how he should see if Milton Berle needs any more comedy writers!
But that’s okay because Father found and married New Mother later that day! And New Mother has just cooked Father a tasty dish of Green Beans with Ketchup!
Little does New Mother know that Father has just stuck two radioactive isotopes into the casserole dish she’s holding and Father can’t wait to see the look on New Mother’s face when she tries to set the dish down but finds that it’s fused to her hands!
Unfortunately Father didn’t get to see the look on New Mother’s face because just then the phone rang and Father ran to answer it because — who knows — it might have been that all important call from Uncle Milty!
And there you have it, Dear Readers, a glimpse into the food lives of people from the past.
Until next time . . . I love you
4 thoughts on “1957 Fun with Radioactive Ketschup”
If I had been older than 2 in 1957 I would have give Father a run for his money in applying for the Comedy Writer job Uncle Milty had open. What a gig that didn’t work out, maybe I could have found work writing for Groucho Marx, although he would have ad libbed most of the jokes I wrote for him and totally screwed up the punch lines.
Sorry I fell behind on reading your blog. I promise to be more punctual in the future, so that I don’t have to catch up, Heinz-wise.
Hi Nick, I can always count on your to be up on your catch up reading!
This ‘un made me laugh so hard, I dropped my ketchup bottle, and SPLAT! my pants… 😳
Made me nostalgic, too: we used to eat a lotta minced ham and bean sandwiches growing up, only we’d put ’em between Thin Mint cookies instead of bread. Dad said they were better for us… 😂