He’s baaaaak! Not Michael Jordan but Chef Boyardee. He’s in demand and flying off the shelves of
grocery stores all over the country. Get
the Beefaroni while you can as it’s going, going, going, gone! The brands that were left in the dust for
years are on the front lines now. Hello
Aunt Jemima, oh how I loved the pancakes of my childhood and the Log Cabin
Syrup poured over them until they floated on the plate. Now all I want is to eat dozens of those
comforting little pancakes. Bring ‘em on!
Doesn’t Swanson plate a meal as well as any Michelin star chef? Those neatly sectioned off compartments
filled with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and fruit compote are yummy and no
dish washing required. Fried chicken was
my favorite but turkey had the brownie or it could have been Salisbury
steak. At any rate the brownie was
amazing and made my skin break out but I didn’t care.
Bring on the
unhealthy food. I want those old labels
and nasty ingredients to keep me feeling safe.
Hey, they might also be virus killers.
It doesn’t matter now does it? A
big old Betty Crocker chocolate cake to make me fat all over again like when I
was growing up. Who cares if it took
years to shed the pounds and torturous work-outs? To hell with size four Betty,
I want cake! Sprinkle it with Pepperidge
Farm Goldfish or Cheetos; on second thought put the Goldfish and Cheetos on the
side but don’t forget them in this time of Corona eating.
I now think
the Pillsbury Doughboy is a hottie. And
he makes it so easy for me to be a pastry chef.
No Great British Bake Off nonsense just twist the cardboard package and
voila 12 minutes later: cookies, croissants, or rolls….I win! So many of my childhood meal memories are
here to make me feel warm, safe, ten pounds overweight and twelve again.
Pancakes are my new best friends.
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