Let me guess Paris Pâté ? I agree the stuff is foul. Unfit for mammal consumption in my book.
How can anyone diss a product with an illustrious history like this?
By the way, their Chicken Spread is also great trail food, as long as you don’t read the list of ingredients too closely.
I direct you to this 1920 ad, which not only suggests we eat Deviled Tongue (!), but shows their earlier logo, a much more menacing–nay, terrifying!–devil leaping out at us, Nosferatu-like, veritably forcing his forked devil tongue down our throats!
First time I tried water-packed tuna, I thought the cannery had mislabled a can of cat food.
Ok, that 1920s version is a little scary. And no way am I eating anyone’s tongue. Blech. Which was the same reaction I had to a recipe the rest of my family was and is fond of-deviled muffin puffs. Basically and english muffin spread with deviled ham, topped with some fluffy whipped egg concoction and baked. I think it’s the fluffy egg part that gets to me.
I’m not sure if my cats would eat deviled ham but one of them loves nachos.
Kinky. I like it.
No I was referring to the Fancy Stuff, she got at Fancy Places that also carry the Fancy Cheeses that are moldy and look like white goo.
E.g./ Foie gras looks like cat food, smells like cat food… Nuh-uh! Crayons no eat!
(I have tried, but it set off the “eek! cat food!” alarms in my consciousness, so I’ve never been able to without gagging.)
Ah, it’s 1920’s style devil ads.
Hey! You got devil in my ham!
Well you got ham on my devil!
Deviled ham ain’t too bad, but potted meat–that’s just false advertising.
I couldn’t find a trace of pot in it.
What?
Egad, they were eating the crap way back in the ‘20s - a lot earlier than I supposed. And I’m not fooled by the ad’s attempt to make it look like high class eatin’. “After tennis”, indeed! Ralph.
By the 1920s, it was an old favorite, enjoyed by several generations. According to my earlier cite, they started producing deviled ham around 1870. Gen-u-wine, fine old American cuisine, by gum!
Oh Eve, you do please me with your strange and exotic tales.
From the link:
Now that’s advertising!
Remember: This was back in the 1920’s, before the age of refrigerators. All that crap was put into, under, around, and through meat to cover up the fact that it was going bad.
I don’t eat meat, but if I did it would be plain meat, not a spiced-up la-de-dah hunk.
If you look real close (not that I did, no sirree, it was, uh, someone else who pointed this out to me. yea. that’s what happenned.), you will notice that the devil seems to be stuffing, or possibly wearing a cup.
In either case, here we are, 80 years later. Do you think any cartoon pitchman in this day and age would ever dare suggest that he might have genitalia?
:shudder:
Hey, check out this 1909 advertisement (you may have to go to 800x600 screen resolution to render it readable). I love the last panel:
Hubba, hubba.
Has anyone had the courage to eat “Potted Meat Product”? It usually comes in tiny blue cans and is sold by the Vienna Sausages, Spam, and Underwood Ham. That stuff was so scary looking and smelling. Nothing I have ever fed to a dog or a cat could possibly taste as bad. I am not dainty about food, I often eat tripe (in the form of menudo) and other innards, gizzards, and giblets.
I still remember going on school picnicks where we brown bagged lunches in the fourth grade, and a kid would pop one of these cans open - ewwww. I am sure the kids that ate that regularly are now dead.
While I’ll happily consume Deviled Ham or Chicken Spread, I’m with you on the generic “potted meat.” I don’t think I want to know what’s in it.
When I was in Egypt, I enjoyed eating kofta, which is a meatball-ish, hamburger-ish type of food. I once asked a waiter what was in the kofta - he looked me straight in the face, and said, “Meat.” Having earlier that day passed a butcher’s shop that had a donkey head in the window, I figured I didn’t want to pursue that line of questioning any further.
I love that ad: Sarah (as played by a young Molly Goldberg) sells her soul to Satan when her husband brings home unexpected dinner guests. “In desperation I searched the kitchen. Thanks [to] my Quaker ancestry forethought, I found four cans of Underwood’s Deviled Meats. Here was a bridge to safety.”
And so, Sarah fashioned the Deviled Meats into a crude bridge out the window to the next tenement building, where the young Marx Brothers adopted her and worked her into their act as Lotta Miles. George and his guests went hungry, and somewhere Satan laughed.
A rather strange friend of mine gave me a can as a high school graduation present. Thirty-three years later, I’m still wondering what he meant by that…
I agree with the “smells like cat food” test, however. I remember once buying a jar of baby food chicken for one of my babies. Took one whiff and fed it to the cats. (They loved it.) After that, my kid got finely chopped up table meat!