Whenever my parents went out to dinner or to a party or something, I got to pick my dinner. For me, the most fantastic dinners were either a Hungry Man Friend Chicken dinner, complete with cardboard-like mashed potatoes, corn and that greasy delicious chicken. Or, a whole box of Kraft Mac'n'Cheese. Such comfort food. I can even see myself in the kitchen of the house where I grew up, putting the water on to boil, setting out the milk and butter to make the "cheese" sauce.
To this day, when I'm having a bad day and just want some comfort, I get that familiar blue box and eat up the whole thing, by myself. I don't get the chicken dinners anymore, but I really don't know why. Maybe my next bout of "my life is in shambles" (but not really), I'll go grab that Hungry Man dinner from the frozen food section and eat the whole up. Mmmm ...
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