Hamburger help me Ronda

Last night I got a craving for something cheesy and gooey. So I went to the “meal helper” isle of the grocery store and purchased this:

Hamburger helper microwave singles—cheesy lasagna flavor. “Meat included!”

Only one word could do this food item justice: revolting. In all seriousness, as I was microwaving this single-serving abomination, my mother thought the smell was coming from the cat’s litter box.

I’ll be honest, I got my cheesy, gooey food craving after watching an episode of Supernanny. Some troublesome toddlers were having dinner and their food looked really good, in a cheesy, gooey, unidentifiable sort of way.

The lesson I learned: If you’re craving something a toddler would eat, just ignore it. And go ingest something that a toddler doesn’t eat. Like strained peas or some scotch.