Once upon a time, when my husband and I were newlyweds and I was still learning my way around a kitchen, I fixed Hamburger Helper for dinner.
That was in 1990.
Tonight, 24 years later, something came over me and I fixed two boxes of Hamburger Helper for dinner.
Everyone hated it.
They hated the smell, the taste, the consistency. They thought it tasted fake.
Do people really eat this stuff? they asked.
Then the boys sang my praises. They were grateful for grilled panini, homemade tortellini, tuna spaghetti, minestrone ... the list went on.
And as I basked in the glow of their compliments, I was thinking that I should have fixed Hamburger Helper for them a long time ago.