Recession regression

Things can't be that bad yet, can they? We've come a long way since the summer of 69 (or 67,68) when Sunday dindins was topped off with the sheer indulgence and extravagance of Angel Delight.

Even if we didn't have brandy glasses to serve it in.

Especially butterscotch - mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Or maybe we have not.

I can't find an original pack pic - if you have it let me know.