June 18, 2008

Advert versus reality Not doing what it says on the tin.
posted by mothninja 15 years ago
  • See, to me the real picture looks tastier, 'cause it looks like real food rather than a wax model. Mischpilze is hell, baby.
  • I expect packaging to lie. I don't expect that from nature. Beets, I will never, EVER forgive you.
  • I heard an interesting theory that any qualities emphasized in an advertisement are usually the very qualities lacking in the actual product. A can of peas bearing a picture of a freshly picked pea-pod, the McDonalds burger plump, juicy and just off the grill, etc, etc. This site seems to bear that theory out.
  • WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH BEETS, RALPH??
  • There are a few where the real product looks tastier than the illustration. Mmhhh, tuna salad.
  • Mock Apple Pie looked a lot better than it tasted.
  • Mmmm, Grunkohl! "raffiniert abgeschmeckt" loses a bit in translation.
  • I hear there's some beet beatin' going on in this thread... *rests hand on six-shooter*
  • Beets is good eats. From Tom Robbins: THE BILL For Darrell Bob Houston THE BEET IS THE MOST INTENSE of vegetables. The onion has as many pages as 'War and Peace', every one of which is poignant enough to make a strong man weep, but the various ivory parchments of the onion and the stinging green bookmark of the onion are quickly charred by belly juices and bowel bacteria. Only the beet departs the body the same color is it went in. Beet consumed at dinner will, come morning, stock a toilet bowl with crimson fish, their hue attesting to the beets chromatic immunity to the powerful digestive acids and thoroughgoing microbes that can turn the reddest pimento, the orangest carrot, the yellowest squash into a single disgusting shade of brown. At birth we are red-faced, round intense, pure. The crimson fire of universal consciousness burns in us. Gradually, however, we are devoured by parents, gulped by schools, chewed up by peers, swallowed by social institutions, wolfed by bad habits, and gnawed by age; and by the time we have been digested, cow style, in those six stomachs, we emerge a single disgusting shade of brown. The lesson of the beet, then, is this: Hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown. Once you're brown, you'll find that you're blue. As blue as indigo. And you know what that means: Indigo. Indigoing. Indigone.
  • Good lad.
  • The HELL? I mean, even the "good" picture makes my brain spin. What IS that thing? Some kind of bird-seed/Slim Jim/granola hybrid? Some kind of strange Teutonic joke? ("You got your sausage in my candy bar! Hoohoo!") That said, I kinda want one.
  • What, you don't like potpourri on your corn dog?
  • Reminds me of an apple pie I got at the market some time ago... it was always a yummy pie, but then they 'improved' the recipe by adding a coating of something like sesame seeds. HARD seeds. Made it inedible. You don't know the agony of a watering mouth, unable to chew the yummy away from those rocks...
  • Ooooo that was very interesting thanks mothy!
  • Flaggy, no sucking the middle out, then?
  • And on-topic, it's really interesting to me that we know this to be a reality, that we open packages of food every day and eat the contents, and the contents look nothing like the pictures on the packages, but somehow we just don't notice or think about it until someone puts a picture on the internet.
  • This seems like nitpicking. So the girls aren't quite as perky as they were when they posed for that picture three years ago. THEY FED YOUR CHILD FOR 8 MONTHS, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM THEM?!?!