Submitted by MistyQueen, from concentrate:

I remember the sound that the juice would make when you plopped it out of the can and into the pitcher. You had to wait for it to thaw for a few minutes after you pulled it out of the freezer, because it wouldn’t slide out of the can. We always had orange, apple, and grape juices and on occasion mom would get lemonade. I always remember the cashier had to wipe the frost away from the upc before she could scan it.

Of course, you can still find juice concentrate in any grocery store. But there is something about it that conjures up tastes and smells (and the image of those wooden spoons, which my mom always used to stir the juice) from childhood. Maybe, as we get older, we get lazier, and we don’t mind shelling out more money for the non-frozen (read: no assembly required) variety.

Submitted by Austin H, pasteurized processed mozzarella cheese product.

Because it would have been impractical (and too expensive, considering our measly allowances) to order real pizza for school lunch, Lunchables Pizzas became The Thing to bring (rhyme: intentional). Lunchables had an entire line of processed, pre-packaged, build-your-own lunches (the gelatinous deli meats with stale crackers, anyone?), but it was their pizza that was the coolest. I seem to recall they became something of a status symbol. Mmmmm…Can’t you just taste the cardboard-esque crust now?

Submitted by Valeria K, who prefers her ice cream in the shape of a hot dog.

These, uh, creative desserts were invented in Philadelphia in the ’80s by Jack and Jill Ice Cream Company before Good Humor-Breyers brought them to the entire nation in the mid-’90s. There’s not much explaining one can do for Choco Tacos. Yeah, it’s an ice cream cone in the shape of a taco. Who else is getting hungry?

Submitted by Anonymous, who wishes to remain anonymous.

It’s hard to imagine, after looking at the image above, that, as children, we could want to eat food that looked like that. And then actually eat and enjoy it. I remember trying to peel the plastic film off of the scorched tray and never being totally successful. I also remember that, contrary to everything I understood then, the dessert was always the worst tasting part of the meal. And that’s saying something. Cute penguin mascot, though.

Submitted by Peter H, aka Burger Court Jester.

Certainly we can all remember how badly we begged our parents to take us out to places like Burger King for dinner. Maybe some of you threw fits when they said No!” And, as I recall, they said “No!” often. But every now and then, they’d get tired of hearing you cry, and take you out. It wasn’t just about the food, which probably tasted good to our unseasoned palates, but about the toys and the crowns and the colorful commercials featuring a cast of interracial cartoons who did cool things. I don’t know about you, but the memories of attending my friends’ birthday parties in the playrooms of local Burger Kings are rushing back.