They Will ABSOLUTELY Miss The Meat: Libby’s Easy-Don’t Friday Sludgefest

Libby's 1956

Libby’s 1956

Oh, Libby. I don’t know who or where you are, but I know you are misleading America. I remember a jingle about “Libby, Libby, Libby on the label, label, label” and now I imagine your name was said thrice as folks were shaking their heads at atrocities such as this. I think we can all agree that a mom who throws a can of corn on deviled eggs “in hot, undiluted cream of mushroom soup” (as indicated below) is dialing it in. And peas with salmon chunks? I am nigh on the verge of regurgitation, Libby.

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Middle Child

Do you recognize the middle boy, flanked by siblings Catherine and Dick in the 1930s? Former magician, DeLorean investor, proficient drummer, and lover of Wint O Green Life Savers–are you getting warmer? How about Nebraska-raised?

 

We used to watch him every weeknight.

 

Yep, it’s the King of Late Night Television, Johnny Carson. Hi-yo!