amylsacks' photos with the keyword: peach

This is the souvenir paperweight from the Czech glass factory that you send to a family member who you don't actually like. :D From Quick Complete Meals For Summer.

The back cover looks so bright and futuristic. Like this is really how your produce is gonna' look when it emerges from its arctic jail a month from now. "Written under the guidance of James D. Winter (!!!), M.S. Professor of Horticulture... University Farm, St. Paul... A great deal of his time outside working hours is spent on experimenting with frozen foods as a hobby." There you have it. (Originally posted to flickr on February 6th, 2011.)

"Chosen by 100,000 Homemakers at Golden Gate International Exposition, Treasure Island, California." Front and back covers of a 34-page promotional, "Published by California Dried Fruit Research Institute, One Drumm Street, San Francisco, California."

In the same envelope as the booklet, just in case you didn't get the message before. I think that's Tip O'Neill's head on the right.

"It's George Washington's Mother's Slave's Own Recipe!" :/ From the April issue of Better Homes & Gardens .

In case you heathens still don't grasp the mountainous purple majesty of prunes and their ilk, here's one last recap. Enjoy!

The bread pudding above has quite a hypnotic gaze. The pie below seems harmless enough, though. Sorry I ran out of room for the lecture about prune juice. However, its packaging is a masterpiece of design. It'd be easy to pretend that your daily glass of "helper" was fine cognac, so long as you kept the bottle in view while sipping.

Dig the state-of-the-art stemware and ignore the rest. That would be my advice.

Food as ladies church hats. Or vice versa. The Surrealists (if any were still around) and Borscht Belt comedians alike were shouting with glee when they got to these pages.

Here, we definitely enter into the realm of Trying Way Too Damn Hard. Prune Ham Rolls (l): Deep-fried rolls of boiled ham, prunes, and ketchup, coated in eggs, milk and white bread crumbs. Yikes. Veal "Birds" (upper right) were disturbingly contorted fried-then-boiled (!!) pieces of veal steak got up to resemble chicken. Because chicken was more expensive and/or harder to get back then and apparently you couldn't just give up and eat beans and rice like the rest of the world.. The "Jack Horner Fritters..." Oh, Dear God. You don't want to know. Let's just move on, quick!

I don't know about "Prune Pie Majestic," though its presentation is impeccable. As for "Prune Devils, well... As late as the 1950s, Stan Freberg was still explaining to execs at Sunsweet that "Gentlemen, Gentlemen, we're a long way from prune hors d'ouevres."

I admit that I'll probably try the Apricot Upside-Down Cake at some point. I was raised in the Seventies, when dried apricots were almost a fifth food group for health-conscious Moms and their sporadically cooperative kids.

At this point, we do get the inevitable mating of prunes and (2 ozs. of) chocolate (lower left). Even so, "Tufruit" is a term that should not have faded into obscurity.

I'm not sure why they called it a "Steamed Brownie" (lower left). There's no chocolate in it. Maybe because "Victory Chocolate" sounded too bleak this late in the war. [shrug] On the upper right: "This cake gathers moisture and will keep a full week without loss of flavor." At which point you can wring it out and use it to refinish the furniture.

A lovely purple hue, suggesting royalty (l), and some cousin in the Bush clan who looks like he stared wayyyy too long directly into that Western sun (r). From a 42-page promotional published by the California Prune & Apricot Growers Association, San Jose, California.

Elberta sports the then-still-common Veronica Lake 'do, while Hale shows off her Pit Bull (or Boston Terrier) stylings.

If anyone dares to complain when I change my username to The Jersey Peach, I'll just make them read this page.

Mother Cat won't let those kittens near that Canned-Tuna-Canned-Milk Atrocity a page back. Unlike Mrs. America, she has some standards. Clipped from the July issue of Everywoman's magazine.