amylsacks' photos with the keyword: chili

Armour Canned Meat Ad, 1955

09 Jun 2011 251
From the shape of that kid's nose, I gather that he has no sense of smell. Which would explain why he's so easy to cook for. From the October issue of Western Family.

Hints From A Gourmet's Cook Book (3), c1955

23 Aug 2011 1 279
Featuring the Tang jar that didn't accompany any astronauts during the 1970s. Also, I had never heard of canned "rice dinner" until today. Live and learn.

Armour Canned Meat Ad, 1953

23 Apr 2012 200
"For a hot supper cut a loaf of Treet into 8 slices and fry in a little Cloverbloom Butter. Serve with your favorite hot potato salad. If you're going to have a cold supper, be sure both the Treet and the salad are well chilled before serving!" Apparently it was 1950s law that your whole meal was confined to a single platter, which could only maintain one temperature. (Or the universe would explode or something.) So... you'd either be eating warm potato salad or cold mystery meat. This has got to be why fast food took off in such a big way during the decade. From the May issue of Better Living magazine.

Quality Cooking With Gas (6), 1936

28 May 2012 235
There were at least forty of these bottom-of-the page illustrations in this book. (Beyond the first one here, which is basically a copy of the photo seen in image no. 2.) They were printed in silver ink, which doesn't scan really well, so I altered them in Photoshop for more contrast. The Chili Con Carne (second from top) is tragically underseasoned, but it sure looks nice.

B&W Ads, 1951

31 Dec 2012 218
Floating pancakes, disembodied gams, the Thanksgiving ad appearing after Thanksgiving, AND the decidedly unregimented appearance of those tart shells! It's chaos, I tell you! Chaos! From the December 6th issue of Western Family magazine. P.S. - Wishing a "Lucky '13" to the dude from Washington (State), The Damn Mushroom.

B&W Ads, 1950

06 May 2013 191
While Mother and Daddy grappled with their body temp issues, Aunt Sarah rustled up some "homemade" grub for our "servant" the sentient clock. Just another ordinary day "way out West..." Clipped from the April issue of Sunset magazine.