The cookie crumbles

[JC68vert300]

I am feeling nostalgic today. Whenever my father took us to his brother’s house, which was quite often, we would pass the Nabisco factory on rt 208 N in Fair Lawn, NJ. My brother and I would roll down the windows so we could smell the cookies baking. The factory has been there for 63 years, my entire life. The factory baked a variety of items over the years and currently makes Oreos. Today Mondelez, who bought Nabisco from Kraft, announced they will be closing the factory by this summer. Eliminating over 600 jobs! They also announced the closing of the 80 year old Atlanta plant and more employees. Most of their baking will be done in the Salinas , Mexico plant. I sure will miss that aroma, but will make myself feel better by passing up their products in the grocery store.

 

[LocuMob]

We worked for Mondelez, making stupid Graham flavored snacks for them. Those people were idiots. Nice, bit complete fools in a factory. We trialed some Oreo style products, and they were good. They didn't listen to us, and made a product that tasted like crap, then pulled the plug after sales tanked. It sucked to make, and it was even worse to clean up after. We were so happy when they announced we were done with them.

Globalization isn't always a good thing.

 

[Samplingman]

I am feeling nostalgic today. Whenever my father took us to his brother’s house, which was quite often, we would pass the Nabisco factory on rt 208 N in Fair Lawn, NJ. My brother and I would roll down the windows so we could smell the cookies baking. The factory has been there for 63 years, my entire life. The factory baked a variety of items over the years and currently makes Oreos. Today Mondelez, who bought Nabisco from Kraft, announced they will be closing the factory by this summer. Eliminating over 600 jobs! They also announced the closing of the 80 year old Atlanta plant and more employees. Most of their baking will be done in the Salinas , Mexico plant. I sure will miss that aroma, but will make myself feel better by passing up their products in the grocery store.

My wife lived a few miles from there, and my uncle was one of the machinists that repaired the equipment. He said it was the best job, sit around playing cards until 2 in morning waiting for something to break down. Just north of that on 208 was a great stretch of road with quarter miles marked out on the overpasses. We'd line up then slow to 25 mile an hour and punch it. Buried the needle once at 150 in the '72 Challenger, although we'd never know if it was actually accurate, but it scared the crap out of me and my friends, fun times.

 

[rapidtrans]

We drove right by the Wonder Bread plant on our way to Tiger Stadium.
The smell of fresh bread and the taste of a Lafayette Coney Island hot dog after the game are sensory memories from my childhood.
But, the best sensory memory is the fragrance of a brand new car every year of my youth.
Fresh paint, new carpet, vinyl, leather and a fresh engine still cooking off. Oh man!