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Chet's Food Crimes of the Century!
Food Crime Case #030549
The Case of the Word Series Peas
It was September, 1955. The Yankees and Brooklyn Dodgers were slated to meet for the 6th time in a much heralded "subway(world) series." The rumors that the beloved Dodgers may be headed for the west coast blanketed the air like a damp Coney Island towel. Neil Weatherbee* was headed home (location withheld) after a tough day of (vocation not revealed). Neil was looking forward to a cocktail, a kiss from wife Betty*, a hug from daughter Veronica*, a playful romp with pet schnauser Jughead* and a hot home-cooked meal. What Neil got instead was far from food; it was a food crime.
*aliases
Crime Scene Evaluation: The Kitchen
Let's start by taking a detailed look at the crime scene; the kitchen.
Given the fact that this ultra-modern kitchen has all that the 1955 housewife could want; one would surmise that wife Betty and daughter Veronica were constructing a nutricious and fine tasting meal for the weary Neil who is at this time fighting his way home through the mass of equally hungry man-tribe commuters.
After arriving home, Neil drank his after dinner brandy before his before dinner scotch.
At approximately 7:42 Betty called, "Soups on Weatherbees, come and get it!"
With great anticipation Neil took his seat at the dinner table and gazed upon...
"twice baked potatoes smothered in cream peas" with a side of sliced tomatoes and broccoli. Neil bowed his head as if in prayer. "Shit," he uttered. Neil proceeded next door to his neighbors the Van Pelts* where he spent the rest of the evening talking with Fred Van Pelt* and Fred's old lady Estelle about the upcoming world series. Cheers Neil.
*made-up names
Ladies don't let this happen to you. Food crimes can be avoided. Think before you cook.
Thanks to the good folks at Plan 59 for the great advertisement artwork.
The Case of the Word Series Peas
It was September, 1955. The Yankees and Brooklyn Dodgers were slated to meet for the 6th time in a much heralded "subway(world) series." The rumors that the beloved Dodgers may be headed for the west coast blanketed the air like a damp Coney Island towel. Neil Weatherbee* was headed home (location withheld) after a tough day of (vocation not revealed). Neil was looking forward to a cocktail, a kiss from wife Betty*, a hug from daughter Veronica*, a playful romp with pet schnauser Jughead* and a hot home-cooked meal. What Neil got instead was far from food; it was a food crime.
*aliases
Crime Scene Evaluation: The Kitchen
Let's start by taking a detailed look at the crime scene; the kitchen.
Given the fact that this ultra-modern kitchen has all that the 1955 housewife could want; one would surmise that wife Betty and daughter Veronica were constructing a nutricious and fine tasting meal for the weary Neil who is at this time fighting his way home through the mass of equally hungry man-tribe commuters.
After arriving home, Neil drank his after dinner brandy before his before dinner scotch.
At approximately 7:42 Betty called, "Soups on Weatherbees, come and get it!"
With great anticipation Neil took his seat at the dinner table and gazed upon...
"twice baked potatoes smothered in cream peas" with a side of sliced tomatoes and broccoli. Neil bowed his head as if in prayer. "Shit," he uttered. Neil proceeded next door to his neighbors the Van Pelts* where he spent the rest of the evening talking with Fred Van Pelt* and Fred's old lady Estelle about the upcoming world series. Cheers Neil.
*made-up names
Ladies don't let this happen to you. Food crimes can be avoided. Think before you cook.
Thanks to the good folks at Plan 59 for the great advertisement artwork.
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