History's Dumpster = GLORIOUS trash! Kitsch, music, fashion, food, history, ephemera, and other memorable and forgotten, famous and infamous pop culture junk and oddities of yesterday and today. Saved from the landfill of time...
There isn't a more perfect instant food in the world than Cup Noodles.
Formerly
known in the USA as Cup O' Noodles, this tasty noodle soup has kept
everyone from latch key kids to college students to bachelor guys from
starving for nearly 40 years. As easy to make as tea and unlike it's pot
made counterpart, Top Ramen. Cup Noodles requires only one utensil, a
fork (and even that's solved by picking up plastic forks in the salad
bar of the supermarket.) In Japan, plastic utensils are often provided
For me, somehow Cup Noodles even TASTE better than Top Ramen.
And
speaking of taste, Cup Noodles around the world have some pretty exotic
flavours with Singapore having the most variety, including Spicy Black
Pepper, Chicken Satay. However, Germany has it's own flavours, such as
Broccoli and even Mashed Potato. The Phillipines have Batchoy and Mexico
has Tapatio (hot sauce) flavour. In Indonesia, they have a flavour
called Tominapple. Not quite sure what that is.
Perhaps one of the most surprising hit albums of the '70s, this album of
ragtime themed music with Tony Orlando & Dawn came right after the
smash success of "Tie A Yellow Ribbon (Around The Old Oak Tree)"
It's
been said at first Bell Records (which would become Arista Records a
year later) thought they were out of their minds when they heard the
demos for this album. And at the cusp of the disco era, they probably WERE.
But they released it with little promotion at
first and not only did the album go to #1, it also yielded 3 Top 10
singles. a variety TV show (which replaced Sonny & Cher in 1974 and
lasted until 1976) and it's considered Tony Orlando & Dawn's most
successful album.
I didn't know where to categorize this. Under Food, Restaurants or Music. Well, it's a little of all of the above.
Could
you think of two things that could be more further apart than Herb
Alpert-like brass music and Kentucky Fried Chicken?
Before these unholy
Taco Bell/KFC combo restaurants started popping up everywhere (do these
corporations even know that when you're really in the mood for Original
Recipe, the LAST thing you want to smell is greasy tacos and vice-versa?) and bizarre
things like chipotle started showing up on KFC's menus, such a union
meant automatic BANKRUPTCY to whoever was serving it. And rightly so.
Leave the fried chicken and the faux Mexican food to the specialists. And
keep them separate.
Of course some whiny corporate suck-up will
say "But think about it; let's say mom and dad wanted KFC food and the
kids wanted Taco Bell food. Wouldn't it be great if they could each have
what they want under one roof?"
And then people wonder why kids
are so spoiled today. Because when I was growing up, eating out was a
TREAT. And a RARE treat at that. We NEVER argued or complained about
where we were going to eat because ANYTHING was better than ANOTHER
night of meatloaf.
I could sympathize with the Colonel
when he said two years before his death in 1980 that he wished he never
sold Kentucky Fried Chicken. I wish he hadn't either. You just don't
know heartburn until you had just eaten strips of Extra Crispy and
chipotle sauce in a gummy tortilla, no matter how much lettuce and
cheddar cheese shreds they put in it.
But let's go back to the late '60s and this vinyl gem. I don't know how exactly it was distributed, but
seeing as it was on Mark 56 Records (a company that specialized in
producing custom albums for businesses to be sold cheaply or just given
away as a loss leader for another product) it was probably given away
with a bucket of chicken or sold for 98¢.
It's a generic album of
trendy Tijuana Brass knockoffs (that sound was HUGE in the '60s) that
corporate America was pushing on every supermarket sound
system and FM radio station they could for middle class suburban moms of the late '60s
who wanted to be hip, but didn't want anything to do with pot (and ended
up alcoholic instead.)
I especially love the liner notes the Good
Colonel wrote on the back of this album. Who would've known he
was as much an expert on Latin-tinged pop jazz as he was pressure cooking chicken?
Actually, he wasn't. They were ghost-written. But he sure knew how to sell Kentucky Fried Chicken.....