Doo Dads

#29 in an occasional series of repressed 70's memories that turn out to be true.

 Once upon a time... when "snack" was a food group, Nabisco and Keebler fought toe-to-toe for the affections of the American people, with Sunshine Bakers hanging around the periphery, ready to walk home carrying the victor's books, and shouting over its shoulder, "You better run."


Snack crackers are no less crazy these days, there just seem to be less variety.  Everything comes in some flavor of cheese, or some flavor of an entire meal, like Wonka gum.  Doo-Dads were the integration snack, where everyone just got along.

Separating the Doos from the Dads.....
Chex Mix - you don't get much more 70s than Chex Mix -- so 70s it's 50s.  That's how you know.  My whole life I never knew anyone who ate Chex as an actual breakfast cereal.  It didn't even have a cartoon, for heaven's sake, or the word Sugar right on the box.  I found the wheat chex suspect -- they were masculine to me, which I can't explain at all, just something I thought when I plucked them out of a handful.  "Those are for boys."  Give that last word a lot of syllables.

Pretzel Sticks:  You hold them like cigarettes and flick the salt-ashes.

Cheese Turds:  Perhaps your neighborhood gang had a more sophisticated name for them, but I doubt it.  They were Cheese Tid-Bits and also sold on their own, but not very robustly. These were cheese before we got good at cheese crackers.  They were kind of like dog treats, really, with the consistency of a Butterfinger.

Peanuts:  Set aside to drop in your RC Cola.  Or... schoolyard version, pluck down the cafeteria table into a goal-post of your classmate's fingers.


Doo-Dads! You'll..... die for them?

seriously... that woman's dead, isn't she?

It's a snack THRILL!
Like HEROIN!
That is one creepy wierd ad, 'Bisco.

Now you want some so bad, and I will tell you, you can't have them.
Doo-Dads are Doo-Dead.

There is a web-based cult for them, as you might hope, and now I suppose this post joins the canon of people listing what was in the mix.  I expect the reason we can't duplicate the recipe is because we lack the household chemicals that probably went into them, the lead cauldron they were cooked in, and the airplane glue that held the box shut.
Because it is the job of The DrawingIn Room to track down the faintest of your faint memories, we present....
Rich Hall's "Spap Opp."  Man.... were we racist.