As much as I hate posting anything from The New Yorker. . . . . . I remembered right. How Carob Traumatized a Generation By Jonathan Kauffman January 31, 2018 A wry disgruntlement will forever unite those of us who were children during the height of the nineteen-seventies natural-foods movement. It was a time that we recall not for its principles—yes to organics, no to preservatives—but for its endless assaults on our tender young palates. There was brown rice that scoured our molars as we chewed, shedding gritty flecks of bran. There was watery homemade yogurt that resisted all attempts to mitigate its tartness. And, at the pinnacle of our dietary suffering, worse even than sprout sandwiches or fruit leather or whole-wheat scones, there was carob, the chocolate substitute that never could. (snip)
I remember when Dave Toma, the cop that was based on, came to my junior high to speak to us about drugs. Told us all the exciting ways people would inject heroin. I remember under the eyelid was one of them. Somehow. Maybe that's where the sparrow-thing came from. I also remember when it was called "junior high".
I remember my mom buying this BS and it tasted like shit. Although spelled differently, the name didn't do the brand any favors in the '80s.
It's really hard to eat anything when you are gagging uncontrollably due to the combination of bitter and chalky. How the hell anything can be bitter and chalky at the same time is beyond me but they pulled it off.
Heh. Miss that dude. I know that's not universal, since he's on TGG's Mount Rushmore for staying power in all the old political flame wars. But Hobbes could crack me up. And even though he was Right-est of Rightwing Trolls, there were also a bunch of issues where he could surprise you. Like when Citizens United came out. Hobbes was no corporatist. If you want to make political donations, he'd say, "you need to have a face". Hobbes going at it with Big Blocker. Heh. Good times. . .
I remember Cakes likes to check out pitchers asses https://forums.theganggreen.com/threads/who-had-a-bigger-ass.45473/
I remember when Cheerios came in one flavor and one flavor only and we liked it so much we inhaled that shit like it was kiddie heroin. Which it was.
I remember when someone in a commercial accidentally stuck their chocolate bar into someone else's peanut butter jar as they were walking down the sidewalk. Yeah, walking down the sidewalk with your finger in a fucking jar of peanut butter. I could never suspend disbelief for that shit, and I was like 7 when that came out.
