https://recipegoldmine.com/dessgelatin/whip-n-chill.html

Sounds good to me. The only chocolate donuts I like are the ones with that thin Plasticine layer of fake waxy chocolate that coats an undoubtedly artificial toroid of chemical infused cake.

Goes good with whiskey drunk from an enameled tin cup when you are back at the cabin trying to get warm. Just make sure you leave all loaded guns outside.

“Mrs Whatsit on January 7, 2020 at 8:56 pm said:

Whip ‘n Chill! Had forgotten all about it. I remember it now! Those boxed desserts were very very big in my house growing up. Does anybody make them anymore?”

I was actually searching that term and reading for over an hour. Following one comment to another finally suggested that The Vermont Country Store had Whip ‘N Chill. Result: Dead link. No search result on site.

Next I read that an Amazon vendor sold it in commercial size quantities. Was pissed off enough to buy some just out of spite and to prove I had not wasted time I could never get back, so I went to Amazon.

They had it, once. But now it is currently unavailable. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001652JLG

I need a better hobby. But someone before me has already figured out that Marlin made rebranded 336’s for Sears and Wards; and because those always-scheming opportunists got there before you and I did, you aren’t going to build out your collection on the cheap by scarfing up J.C. Higgins 30-30s for $150 each from family members who don’t know any better.

Life can be frustrating sometimes.

and a built in vacuum system.

I recall being in just one house with a system like that. It was a ranch house built in LeRoy, NY, around about 1968.

Same time almost as we were looking at models in our new subdivision-to-be. They had the features I mentioned and I could not think of anything “cooler” than having a radio speaker built into your bedroom wall. I thought that Mom would appreciate the central vacuum system too.

Those Star Treky cone lights, top to bottom and side to side wall-of-stone fireplaces, sliding mirror doors, and hanging globe and cylinder lamps of multi-colored “broken” glass, convinced me that if we had to move from a neighborhood where I was the ten year old king of the block, and at home in every neighbor’s house, I would at least be in store for a life like The Jetson’s had.

Unfortunately, although my folks spent a lot of money on upgrades, the cone lights and Star Treky stuff was all sacrificed for their Colonial American sensibilities, and the extra money was wasted on hardwood and slate floors, plaster walls, and crap like laundry rooms, panties and extra closets and double washbowl bathrooms.

I never got to live on the USS Enterprise … though some of my neighbors did. At least my aunt on the next street had cool dimmer switches, mirrored doors, and half walls with wrought iron screens and weird lamps.

If you really want to see some images of the late 70s homes, warning, – just search for

Interior Desecrations: Hideous Homes from the Horrible ’70s

by James Lileks

https://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/

Not as good as jello.