Saturday, February 11, 2006

I May Be Hysterical But I'm Not Crazy!


It's real.

See this?

This is the Holy Grail of snack foods.

Koogle Chocolate Peanut Spread.

You put this on a Saltine cracker, and by golly, you'll be the happiest kid on the planet. I have brought this up in many a nostalgia conversation, only to be stared at blankly. I thought it was called 'Google' or 'Googles' - I mean look at the googly eyes! But finally someone in some forum somewhere had a full topic devoted to it and through the use of the real Google, I found it.


I'm delirious! I'm ecstatic!
I'm crushed. Kraft hasn't made it since 1970-something.
So I did what any civic-minded mother would do: I emailed them and asked for it to be brought back. I'm sure they'll get right on it...after they finish with whatever sale or merger they're completing.


And look! I found another gem from my youth!
Les Fleurs, by Alyssa Ashley - an alternative to Love's Baby Soft.

This perfume got me compliments from boys at a time when I thought I was a tomboy ugly duckling punka wannabe. It smelled sweet as I recall, and cool and fruity but not like candy. I could buy it out of the box somewhere but it's probably as old as I am.

Yep, I wrote to that company too. I mean why not? Two sensory joys from my youth reappear in one evening; there is NO way I'm gonna let this slide. And for anyone who found either of these here by Googling the terms, shoot me a line and let's lobby together to get them both back!

If we're going to have to wear straight-leg jeans again, I think we at least deserve to see other retro things that we actually LIKE!

Ok, next month, I'll talk about wedge heels, my son's love of Christmas songs in February(fitting since decorations are still up on the house), and why New York City is the greatest place on Earth that doesn't have blue water.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I have no idea how I got to this post a comment section. I was looking to find the definition of an hysterial female because today I was thinking back 40 years ago or so when a therapist coined me as an "H.F" and I was wondering how he came to that conclusion. Back then, I never asked "why", I just assumed they must know what they are talking about and if they don't outright tell me, then I must be stupid for not knowing and I would not want to bother them to ask such a silly question...as I "should" know. Your comments are interesting and got my attention.