Nothing makes me want a can of meat paste more than seeing it ground into a fleshy paste.
While some of these ads are fine, I’ll think you’ll quickly see that the art of food presentation wasn’t quite up to snuff in 1968. Let’s have a look.
I’m sure the fricassee tasted just fine; but the grey glistening drumstick could’ve been presented better.
So glad the dairy folks decided to use the pic with her underwear sticking out.
Wasn’t your breakfast table right next to the horse stables? Oh, the sweet perfume of morning bacon, fresh brewed coffee, and poop.
I’m still waiting for the Domino’s vegetable shortening pizza with anchovy fillets.
Nothing makes me sadder than to see an otherwise tasty slab of meat ruined by a dollop of mayonnaise and raisins.
I’m cool with any of these sandwiches being in my lunchbox… except maybe the cheese & carrots sandwich and the cheese & peanut butter sandwich.
Take note that a lot of these ads come from an Australian magazine – hence the vegemite.
Granted, I wouldn’t turn my nose up at this. But I still say they had real issues with meat presentation back then. No concern whatsoever with concealing the fat.
It’s funny how mom has a completely different reaction to what’s on the television than the rest of the family. She laughs at other’s misfortune, while dad and the kids have empathy.
Gross. Some foods are fine to eat, but should never be viewed up close.
If I could be a superhero and could pick any special ability… I think I’d pick Meat Power.
I think the cat just threw up on our bowl of sweet and sour duck.
Testicular cancer. Get checked at least once a year by your doctor. It could save your life.
Other than a few drops, this appears to be milk-free… but overcompensates with the peach halves.
I’m sorry, but that meat looks hideous…. and it isn’t helped by the “Ah So” remark.
I love how they’re making sugar into a health food. Bravo.
Okay, the next two aren’t specifically food ads (napkins and cutlery) …. but get a load of the meat!
Salad utensil delivering a pineapple slice.. or radioactive tongs delivering a wedge plutonium? You decide.