This will probably shock all of you since I'm assuming most of you know that I'm not exactly a master in the kitchen. Tonight didn't change that.
I went to work in the kitchen while Jamie was upstairs and about 30 minutes later, dinner was served. I had made a beautiful Hamburger Helper and canned corn. Yes, gourmet magazine here I come. I even set the table.
Now, I haven't eaten Hamburger Helper since I was a small child but I bought it because I'm not a good cook, I know it's easy, and it cost 88 cents. It was a steal.
As we sat down to dinner Jamie immediately said he didn't like Hamburger Helper and it, "brought back bad memories". I didn't even ask. I just told him to eat it. Then I took a couple of bites and started in on my delicious corn.
I had to eventually confess that I didn't like it either because it was just not good. It's just mushy (sorry to all of you HH fanatics). There's probably still enough HH to feed a family of four. Which I'll be eating for lunch this week because I'm cheap...and lazy.
Now you may be asking-what in the world do I plan to feed my future child? I have thought of that and I've been earnestly trying to learn to cook. But when it comes down to it, I prefer the easy route. That route includes take out, restaurants and frozen foods. I think I'll stick to those.
After I served Jamie a pudding cup as a peace offering for making such a bad dinner, I asked him what he had called the Hamburger Helper while we were trying to eat. I said, "Did you call that dog shi* or dog food?". His answer?
"Both."
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