RANT #2 - Bad Eats
Back in the 80ís, I was baby-sitting Don Bleuís kids in California, suffering the on-set of a snack attack. Cathy had the refrigerator well stocked but what enticed me was a leftover pasta concoction. I found out later what it was and I still love it.
Cheeseburger Macaroni Hamburger Helper.
I know people who would rather be caught in a sexually compromising situation with a goat than admit to eating Hamburger Helper. I am not one of those people. The goat situation was much more embarrassing. Since that discovery, I have eaten 200-300 boxes of Cheeseburger Macaroni Hamburger Helper.
In the 1991, I made a discovery of monumental proportions. I made a batch of Cheeseburger Mac Hamburger Helper (carefully following the directions) and a package of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (also following the directions). When both of the delights were finished, I mixed them both together. The creation was more than sublime. It was food of the gods. My mouth threw a party for my stomach.
I plan to eat 200-300 batches of Cheeseburger Macaroni Hamburger Mac Kraft Helper in the next 10 years.