Bounty is celebrating 50 years of cleaning up kitchens, can you believe it, 50 years! 50 years of soaking up spills and helping pick up everyday messes, that’s a long time. I still remember their jingle from when I was a kid, I can’t see the words “Quicker Picker Upper” without singing the tune, “the quicker thicker picker-upper, Bounty!” You know the one, you probably just sang right along, am I right?
I haven’t been around for 50 years but their anniversary got me thinking about all the fun times that I’ve had making messes in the kitchen over the years. One of the things my family has always loved to do is bake together. From the time we were little kids we’ve had “Cousin Bake Day” each year at Christmas. I have countless memories of flour fights, pretty much destroying our kitchen, eating too many cookies, laughing uncontrollably and Christmas caroling to our neighbors as we delivered the cookies.
Can you guess which one I am? Yep, I’m the one on the left rockin’ the 80’s bangs! Seriously, I want to know who thought those bangs were ever a good idea!
We don’t Christmas carol anymore but we still love the tradition of baking together so we’ve done it every year since we were tiny, and as cousins we still get together each Christmas season and have a bake day with all our kids!
So many things have changed since we were kids, and we all live in different cities, but one thing that will always be the same is our love of getting together and baking for the holidays and although a lot may have changed in American households over the past 50 years, some things have remained the same – Bounty is still America’s favorite paper towel because they continually listen to consumers’ needs and work to improve strength and absorbency.
I would love to hear about your favorite baking past time. Do you have memories of baking with your cousins, your grandma or your mom? Take a walk down memory lane with me as we celebrate Bounty and their 50 years of cleaning up our messes!
This post is sponsored by Bounty but all opinions and memories are my own. 🙂