8 hour workday of doing fuck all
I’m not going to argue in favor of 50s gender roles, but
fuck offc’mon.I’ve worked with many many people this decade that got paid more than me to do literally fuck all for the whole shift and got approved for overtime more frequently where they continued to be absolutely useless but they kissed the correct asses and sucked the right toes.
Maybe it’s just the kind of people I work with, but I know very few who wouldn’t prefer to be stay at home parents, given the option.
Are you describing cops?
Yeah, they were working their asses off actually making stuff. Unlike nowadays where we don’t even have many tool and die people.
Are you saying this
wasn’t cooked up by a pure well-meaning heart?Mayonnaise. Salad. I just…can’t.
Don’t worry, the recipe offers a seafood variant!
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You’ll be delighted to know that the seafood version includes boiled hot dog chunks!
When did the definition of delighted change?
Around the same time the definition of “literally” was expanded to include “figuratively”
The ‘/s’ here is silent.
What’s wrong with tuna salad? Potato salad? Macaroni salad? Coleslaw (a kind of cabbage salad)? Mayo isn’t really all that different than many other salad dressings either. Also, pretty much any decent deli sandwich is basically a salad with meat and cheese dressed in mayo between two slices of bread.
You’re missing out.
Sometimes, I don’t know how America avoided a collective heart attack before Kennedy was assassinated.
I mean… I’d try it. I might not like it, but I’ll give it a go.
So do I understand cirrectly that this gelatine enables you to take any broth/soup and turn it into a cake?
They were all called “salads” for some obscene reason, but yes.
Solid soup defijitely must have sounded sci fi hack in the 50s
It was because aspics were meant to ‘contain’ stuff, not just be gross, savory Jell-O. Like, a traditional aspic salad would have various fruits suspended in it.
I think when gelatin became common in grocery stores, people were just all about the novelty. If you read cookbooks from the 50s that have these recipes in them, you see a commonality — people were just chuffed as chips that they could make a cake that jiggles lol.
The real reason behind all the gelatin salad abominations is that after gelatin was first discovered/isolated, it was very costly to produce, but new technology made it much more affordable.
Isolating gelatin requires long cook times (which require lots of fuel) at ideally fairly low temperatures. Then there needs to be some level of filtration to make it as flavorless as possible, and then dehydration to sheets or a powder.
Finally, to actually make one of these “salads”, you need refrigeration.
Production of gelatin was industrialized to make it much cheaper, and refrigerators became normal household appliances. You went from gelatin being only really used in “fine dining” to something you could do at home. In the same era, pineapple went from being a fruit that only the rich could get to something anyone could, so it went through a similar explosion of popularity.
The alternative funny answer is that the company that sold gelatin, Knox, was run by a husband and wife, and all the crazy stuff didn’t start until the husband died, so either he was holding her back, or once she lost her husband, she thought everyone else should, too.
Grief does weird things to a person. Some mourn their entire lives, some force other people to eat gelatinous creations. So sad.
The reason the workplace death rate for men is 100x that of women is because they are most certainly not doing “fuck all”.
We’re not talking about an average man. We’re talking about a man whose wife puts unholy things in jelly. There is something wrong with that man.
Or it could just have been the benzos
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Ah, I miss it. Just me, an offset serrated knife, a bag of onions the size of a child, a slippery floor, a nearby open flame, music that hurts my ears… And not an email in sight.
I don’t miss it at all. Physically I was busy enough, but it was excruciatingly boring.
That applied to my work, but I imagine that building, landscaping and other trades that require actual skill can be engaging, if one chooses to learn an improve.
The first time I had Thanksgiving with my first wife’s family, one of the dishes was blackberry jello with green grapes in it. I was never a big jello fan, but I took some of everything to be polite. I put a fork full in my mouth, bit down, and thought “oh no, something is rancid!” The texture was wrong, too. I was just going to spit it into my napkin when I realized it wasn’t rancid, but it took a moment for me to place the flavor. It was a green olive.
That should have been a warning that there was something wrong with that family.
Everything about jello is off. The texture, the look, the taste, not to mention what it’s made from.
Jells?
Is that some new slang for bones?
If it is, pls credit me in a footnote
sublimated
Angry women transformed directly into a cloud of fury
workday of doing fuck all
Oh fuck right off with this bullshit. I suppose you think the attractive secretary’s remarkable physique as exposed by their tight cardigan is just going to ogle itself? Presumably by the same magical fairytale critter that smokes all those cigarettes while knocking back a liquid lunch? And I suppose this wonderful creature takes care of water-cooler conversation as well, recounting golfing bon-mots, making sexist jokes and espousing low-grade racism while the man just does “nothing”? Get a grip.
It’s how couples communicated in the 50s. If he showed her ass pic to his friends, she put chopped hot dogs in the next aspic.
I can’t hear the word “aspic” without thinking of Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.
How much have you had today? Too much makes your teeth go grey!
I think of the King Crimson album, Larks Tongues in Aspic
Eastern Europe is so behind that they still regularly eat that kind of stuff today
Excuse me ser… bian a European doesn’t automatically make you civilized.
https://youtu.be/CM5LQuy72kA for a wonderful wonderful overview. And a song!
