Stouffer’s Commercial from the ’80’s
April 19, 2008 | Reviewer: Abi Jones
My favorite part is when the guy gets off the phone and pumps his fists in the air. I can’t tell if he’s doing that out of excitement or agony. “Noooooo, I will not be doomed to eat Stouffer’s forever! Nooooo!”
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I think the guy is pumping his fists in the air because he’s like, “I’m leaving this pit of hell early tonight because the wife is making pot roast! I don’t have to eat Stouffer’s in our tiny office kitchen that smells like feet and has annoying motivational posters on the wall! I’m going home to eat actual food tonight, and then I’m gonna get some! Take that, corporate machine!”
And is it just me, or do all of those entrees look like something that you would be served in prison?
I thought the same thing about how the food doesn’t look very appetizing. I guess people weren’t as good at dressing food up for the camera in the ’80s.
As with the vintage Lean Cuisine commercial that you posted about, I cannot express enough how glad I am, that I missed the 80’s ;0)
Aw. I miss the 80’s! It was a GREAT time, even if the food looked a little shellacked.
Back then lasagna was cutting edge stuff.
I turned 18 in 1980 and I’m here to tell ya, back then we lived on the edge.
When has Stouffer’s helped me through anything? Like, “Oh, thank God for that mediocre fish and macaroni dinner, or I’d have DIED!”
I think not.
I sometimes think to myself, God were we ever really that stupid? And the answer, of course, is yes.
Stouffers is oddly remiscent of what I imagine prison food to be like. Never tasted it, but it’s probably pretty much like nursing home food. Which I can tell you from experience (I’ve worked in 3) is horrible. It manages to combine high fat content, blandness, and ultrarefined foods into a food fit for, well, people who are pretty much powerless to obtain anything better.
Apparently, the 80’s were a time of total burnout.
“50 entrees, as good as can be”? Setting the bar pretty high there, champ.
I feel bad for the lady on the tennis court. Everyone left and now she has to pick up all the balls herself……and she looks so very tired.
Anyway, in the eighties I was a teenager and would only eat things with the calorie count printed on the box. I can taste Stouffers entrees in my mind.
There were a few that I actually sort of miss. One was ham & swiss cheese filled crepes with “veloute” sauce and another was chicken stuffed pasta shells in a creamy cheese sauce. I haven’t seen anything like those in years.