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Betty Crocker’s a Fake!

December 8, 2011

So the holidays are officially upon us. For me, that always means it’s time to whip out that old, huge, red Betty Crocker cookbook. It looks a little something like this:

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For some reason this year, a question popped into my head: Who was Betty Crocker? I wanted to find out about the woman behind the book.

Hey guess what. SHE’S NOT REAL! I know, right?!

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Betty’s “image” has changed many times over the years. Courtesy: MPR

So, do you want to know how Crocker came to be? Roy Rosenzweig Center for History and New Media has the scoop:

“The Washburn Crosby Company of Minneapolis, one of the six big milling companies that merged into General Mills in 1928, received thousands of requests each year in the late 1910s and early 1920s for answers to baking questions.”

So here’s the deal–She was made up to respond to people who wrote the company. “Betty” was considered a friendly, warm first name, and Crocker comes from a retired company exec.

Voila!

But what about her signature? 

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Image Courtesy: Book Marc’s

You see it on everything! Betty’s signature was made by a secretary at the company. Apparently, she entered a contest among other female employees… Can you imagine that? What would that flyer look like?

ENTER TODAY! Calling all female General Mills employees–we need your penmanship! Enter by writing the name of an imaginary character who will become the face of our company!”

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Image Courtesy: Cosplay (Warning: This webpage contains vulgar language)

Uh….yeah.

Didn’t she have a radio show?

Yes, she did! This fake Betty Crocker even had her own radio show that was on the air for nearly THIRTY years. That’s a long time for a fake lady! 

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Image Courtesy: The History Chicks

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Betty Crocker, and will still buy her cookbooks for many moons to come. I just found it interesting how successful Betty Crocker products became–even without a real person!

Hey, want to know who is a real person?! Sara Lee!  

Happy holidays to all–here’s a proper ending. Watch this 1950s Betty Crocker commercial…it’s perfect for your bridge club! 😉

Signing off!

~Christine

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Image Courtesy: Old Recipe Book

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So, Toto…

August 8, 2011

…we aren’t in Kansas anymore. Nope, we are in the middle of Missouri. Hilly, wonderful, tornadic (I made this word up) Missouri.

Let’s start from the beginning…

I “surprised” my Dad with a housewarming party in St. Louis this past weekend. We hit the road early Sunday afternoon, and were supposed to be rolling in around 5 (central standard time, of course).

We were a little more than half -way home, and were just driving by Sedalia. We could tell we were driving in to a storm…

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a HUGE gust of wind almost knocked everyone off the road. We were driving and suddenly noticed the trees to our left and right were almost bending over. Bryan was just about to point out a tree that was going sideways when the wind just railed us! It was especially scary because we were right by a semi, also fighting for control.

So we did the smart-person move and pulled over at what we thought was a gas station. It was actually a fireworks place that also just happened to sell gasoline, too… ummmm, yeah.

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Once we pulled over, we noticed the place was a giant warehouse… you could hear the rain as loudly as if you were outside! We ran inside (there was literally nowhere else to go…other than a ditch), Lily in tow, and saw  that everyone else and their brother pulled over there, too.

A man yelled, “join the party!” as he held open the door for us to get inside. That was quite nice of him. What happened next? Yeah, that was not so nice.

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About five minutes into being there and listening to the pounding rain, the attendant announces that if the electricity goes out, everyone has to leave. Store policy. Cue blackout.

Luckily, the lights popped back on…then shut back off…then turned back on. I had decided after that first blackout that she was going to be dragging me out. I was just going to trance on out of there in a severe thunderstorm (hail included!), with my 8-month old–all because the lights went out and that was “store policy”?! Ah, hell nah. 

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Since I was trying to keep from freaking out after the three mini power-outages, I started walking around letting Lily flirt with people as I chatted them up.

Anyway, if you can’t tell… Lily has no problem flirting.

I walked up to one little crowd as a Dad was telling his prepubescent girls (one of them informed me she wanted to get pink streaks in her hair) that a semi had gotten picked up by a strong gust of wind and flipped over I-70 W. After searching around online, I can’t seem to validate that claim, but I can tell you that these storms caused power outages for for 50,000 in the Kansas City area! 

Another girl I chatted with said she’d tag-team the fireworks attendant with me if she tried to kick us out. 🙂

Anyway, after about fifteen minutes and two diaper changes, there was a break in the storm and people started leaving. We got back on the highway and were heading toward bright skies and sunny futures when all of a sudden all of the traffic stopped moving. It stopped moving for so long that people were physically getting out of their cars to look:

The above pictures I actually took while we were stopped on I-70. Even though I overheard that guy saying parts of the highway were closed, it didn’t click that was the way WE were going, until we were stopped. There were multiple police cars parked on different parts of the road, but by the time we were moving again, I couldn’t see what had happened. I guess it will remain a mystery.

Anyway, it was smooth sailing the rest of the trip home…until we walked into the apartment…

You’ll never guess what we came home to… A POWER OUTAGE! Yay? So since we were stripped of our electronics and internetz, we grabbed a flashlight and decided to go rogue and use one of those ancient free things called a phone book to call our power company.

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Well…apparently since there are 50,000+ people with power out, KCP&L has opted for automated answering services…on all of their lines. So, day 2 without power–w00!

Apparently, storms like to follow me around wherever I go. Here’s another mini-story before I end this post:

This kind of reminds me that one time last month when the water patrol had to “rescue” a Mom, tornado sirens went off, the sunscreen ran out, oh… and when people left looking like this:

Mmmm…juicy.

Anyway, that night we ended by us abandoning our tent because the tornado sirens went off and there was a lightning show on our campground. I don’t think I’ll ever figure out what happened to that tent.

Well…see you next time!

~Christine

I feel ya, Mary.

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Hey, Baby. What’s Your (New) Sign?

January 14, 2011

The internet has been in a tizzy – some are having panic attacks, while others couldn’t care less. The news? The Zodiac has -gasp- CHANGED! Oh no! The world is crumbling, I can’t see straight and I’m dizzy!

Before you make a pact with your fellow ex-Pisces to just end it all now, let me explain. You are still a Pisces, Aries, Gemini –whatever.

However, before I reveal to you why, let’s meet this cantankerous “new” (not really) constellation: Ophiuchus.

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Here’s his story – and like all the other zodiacs, he has more than one. I’m just going to stick with this one. The moral of the story is the same as any — don’t piss off a God. If you do, bad things happen. Ask Cassiopeia.

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Once upon a time, there lived a God named Apollo — who knocked up a human. Surprise. She became pregnant… surprise. She began dating someone else and, surprise, Apollo wasn’t too keen on the idea. So, naturally, she was set on fire and the baby was cut out of her.

What? That’s a perfectly natural response.

Anyway, Apollo, out of the goodness of his heart, decided to save his baby. You’ll never guess who it was!

Ophiuchus.

Since he was a demi-God, he possessed powers. He is often associated with snakes because he could ‘shed old skin’ and become new again. More or less – he could grant mere mortals the gift of eternal life. The Gods weren’t happy and Zeus thunderbolted the crap out of him.

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But wait! There’s more!

Apollo raised his son from the dead and he eventually became the God of healing and medicine.

For the other stories associated with Ophiuchus — Time’s article is worth a read.

So now that you know who this Ophiuchus guy is, let’s get to the juicy stuff, shall we?

Why doesn’t my astrology sign change?!

Your sign doesn’t change because we Westerners don’t follow the typical Zodiac chart. This shouldn’t be a surprise, we don’t follow the typical anything…metric system, anyone?

We base ours around the seasons and not the alignment of the stars. If we did, we probably would have gotten the memo that the stars alignment changed, oh, around 3,000 years ago.

If we were 3,000 years old, we’d look pretty nasty…

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Here’s the scoop, and CNN phrased it best (I added the emphasis):

“But before astrology fans scrape the ink from their arms because they think they’re now a Virgo instead of a Libra, they should consider this: If they adhered to the tropical zodiac – which, if they’re a Westerner, they probably did – absolutely nothing has changed for them.

That’s worth rephrasing: If you considered yourself a Cancer under the tropical zodiac last week, you’re still a Cancer under the same zodiac this week.

That’s because the tropical zodiac – which is fixed to seasons, and which Western astrology adheres to – differs from the sidereal zodiac – which is fixed to constellations and is followed more in the East, and is the type of zodiac to which the Star Tribune article ultimately refers.

Two zodiacs. That’s nothing new.”

Ta-dah!

We can all stop freaking out now. At least I don’t have to figure out what to do with the Pisces symbol tattooed on the inside of my lip. Phew.

 

Peace,

–Christine

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