“How do you get so big eating food of this kind?” – Yoda, Star Wars V: The Empire Strikes Back
Padawan Learner started a new trampoline class — the pre-competition class, oh la la — tonight from 4:30 to 6pm which made me run late on making dinner so I did the (for me) unthinkable. I — slow-food, local-food, seasonal-food, sustainable-food promoting Obi-Mom Kenobi — made Hamburger Helper Stroganoff. Dad Windu almost died and went to heaven. He actually clapped when I showed him the box that I picked up at big ol’ multinational Target (what am I turning into??) on the way home. At least I used locally-raised, grass-fed ground beef, right? Right!?
This is what he and his roommate of 2 years ate at least once a week in university. I made some frozen peas to go along with it and asked the nutritional gods to forgive me. With a long, heavy, contented sigh, Dad Windu said, “It would have been perfect with some frozen corn. We always ate it with frozen corn.” I don’t think he’s eaten Hamburger Helper in the past 15 years, and maybe not the 17 years that we’ve been married. I guess I know what to make him for his birthday dinner…
DH loves chicken fried steak. He orders it every time he sees it on the menu. I don’t quite understand it. And that green bean casserole, you know the one with the “french fried onions” (like they would allow that in France) must be on the menu for every holiday.
But, he’s actually a good cook, of real food. So, I can’t complain too much.
Holy cow, I forgot about the green bean casserole. That’s a holiday requirement for his family. What I don’t get, is this man is a determined wine and beer snob. He has the most adventurous taste buds of anyone I know. He is not above lecturing his parents about the virtues of seasonal tomatoes. Yet, he was *clapping* about Hamburger Helper. It boggles my mind.
My hubby would have been clapping AND throwing confetti. He ADORES Hamburger Helper, and I am sorry to say I always “forget” it at the grocer. I DO however, break down at least every month or so, and buy a can of his absolute favorite death-in-a-can Manwich sauce. The man will get down on his knees for me if I break out the Manwiches. Men and their meat. Hmph.
I’m glad it was as good as he remembered it.
Mine would ask me if I am friggin’ nuts and then hesitantly eat one small fork after another, wondering what the heck is wrong with me.
Yeah….pretty nasty stuff but my family loves it. I serve it maybe once a month. When it’s on sale 2 for 1…I’ll stock up on some to throw in the “emergency food supply” pantry. It’s about the only staple that I think could survive a nuclear holocaust.
ROFL – is Velveeta far behind? (And, ftr, I keep the Hamburger Helper stroganoff in my pantry for nights like you described. My family thinks this is the greatest stuff in the world.)
Next time you loose your mind, be sure to call me . . . Mom #2 and Baby Boy would have been in sheer eating heaven. Me . . . I can’t stand the stuff.
Lol – good to hear you’re human too!
We end up with KD in an emerg.
We used to eat some kind of cheese that you squeezed out of tubes when we were younger – haven’t seen that (thankGOODNESS) in 30 years! If I had, I definately couldn’t go there w/ my kids. Gotta draw the line somewhere.