amylsacks' photos with the keyword: freezer

"YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY TO BETTER LIVING-- WITH YOUR NEW HOME FREEZER." I'm haunted by the proximity of dog food to human food. (Was that one unit all the freezer space that the supermarket had?) Then there's the word "saps" stuck so close to Mrs. America's face. Just a Freudian slip from the promo people, I'm sure. (Originally posted to flickr on February 6th, 2011.)

Awesome! You can fit a whole cow in there, PLUS at least three boxes of frozen peas 'n carrots! From the June issue of Household magazine.

This food all reminds me of those novelty candles my big sister collected in the 1970s. All that's missing are the wicks.

"Many times the occasion calls for something just a little different; maybe a special dinner dessert-- afternoon or evening refreshments, or the 'Dessert Bridge' you have been planning for some time. The following suggestions will help you in planning for these occasions, and your Frigidaire will prove a real joy in serving."

I guess the purple tablecloth was meant to suggest royalty or something. Still, it's hard not to wonder what the "white flower" on the left is made of. (Egg? Cream cheese? Porcelain?) Also, the drink on the right looks like it's shapeshifting. Front and back covers of a 36-page promotional published by the General Motors Sales Corporation, Dayton, Ohio.

"...Now your children may eat their scrapbook paste without fear of tummy-ache! Make them some fine paste by mixing one cup of boiling water, two tablespoons of tapioca, three tablespoons of sugar, and season with the juice of half a lemon. Put all ingredients together and cook until very thick." You heard it here first, Ladies.

"...And then Groundskeeper Willie turned into an owl a-and asked if he could touch my 'chill chest.' And then Weird Al offered me a backup role in his "Rocky Road" video, but some phallic processed cheeses showed up yelling about 'purity' and totally ruined our moment!! And that's when I woke up! Doctor, what does it all mean?!" Clipped from the March issue of Sunset Magazine.

Some clippings from the recipe headers. You can almost imagine Mrs. America with the pocket watch ticking away in her frilly apron, as she dreams of sneaking into Chinatown for some real food.