Hello Dear Readers! Today we will be thumbing through this 1967 Pillsbury cookbook to see if we can get a glimpse into the lives of the people who populated the 1967 pages of Pillsbury’s world of cooking.
Join me as I open some pages, won’t you?
Here’s Über Exuberant Pillsbury Husband and Pillsbury Wife happily enjoying quality togetherness perusing the pages of their Pillsbury Cookbook, the pillar upon which their Über successful marriage is entirely based. Here our 1967 couple is reminiscing via the pages of the Pillsbury Cookbook:
The caption in the picture below reads: Candlelight remembered . . . that little restaurant . . . his laughable attempts to recreate that secret sauce . . . ” Apparently there was no way to tell that 1967 Pillsbury Cookbook husband was going to turn out to be such a bozo:
Of course, in 1967 not only was Pillsbury Husband a bit of a Bozo, so was his offspring, Pillsbury Bozo Junior.
Here we get a glimpse into the mind of Pillsbury Bozo Junior. While most boys his age were dreaming about hitting home runs or winning the Indianapolis 500, Pillsbury Bozo Junior was dreaming
A vision of rolled turkey roast and Jiffy Quick Dressing with Snappy Sweet Potatoes . . . shh . . . don’t snap too loudly Snappy Sweet Potatoes or you’ll awaken Pillsbury Bozo Junior from his glutenous slumber!
Oh and we can’t forget this:
And just as the people who populated the Pillsbury Cookbook of 1967 were starting to get boringly predictable –with all their bozo joy and all their internal organs galore — The Pillsbury Cookbook People of 1967 suddenly throw in this thought-provoking page of strangeness:
And so, ask not for whom the bell BONGS, Dear Reader, it BONGS for thee Bozo Pillsbury Cookbook People of 1967.
Until next time . . . I love you