Last week, Hubby took over child and household necessities, and insisted that I go and “air myself out” a bit. He’s good like that. He further demanded that I don’t squander my opportunity by grocery shopping or tackling any other items on my “to do” list.
Sometimes, he’s downright pushy.
I decided to spend my furlough doing something I absolutely adore–browsing antique shops. I love vintage jewelry and accessories, so I immediately gravitate to the glass cases in the shops. My mom calls me “her raven” due to my innate attraction to shiny things. I love the glittery broaches and necklace sets. I often wonder who wore them, and to what type of event. I daydream about a time where people dressed for dinner, travel and shopping. Then I laugh at myself in shorts and flip flops.
After talking myself out of a pill box hat, several rhinestone necklaces, and yet another pair of white gloves that I will likely never wear, I move on to the kitchen items. I like to read old cookbooks with recipes for braised rabbit, turtle stew, or other things that I would never think to cook. I smile when I find things that I remember in my Grandma’s, or even my Great-Grandma’s kitchen growing up. I really get a kick out of some of the old advertising claims.
This had me at “Eat Ice Cream for Health!” Refreshing, energizing, Eskimo Pies! I giggle at how things loaded with sugar were once billed as “energizing.” But wait. It gets better.
(Pardon the blur of my phone’s camera!) The advertiser further claims:
One eskimo pie has been found equivalent in food value to approximately one chicken sandwich, 2 hard boiled eggs, 6 oz. boiled potatoes or 1 lb. of carrots. Let your children eat all the Eskimo Pies they want–it’s good for them.
Well, it certainly was a good thing that none of my kids were there to read this box, or they would be insisting on Eskimo Pies for dinner!