Shoved to Them
Do you ever wander through the grocery store and look at the boxes of Hamburger Helper and wonder “What kind of tasteless person buys this stuff and do they actually like it?” Well, folks, the answers are me, and yes.
I wish that I could be a food snob and have an educated palate, but the truth of it is that I am just a good ol’ girl raised in the South (thank goodness for that) who would rather eat cheeseburger macaroni than escargot any day, thank you very much. I love to watch cooking shows and see all the fancy stuff they use to create a meal. I’m not sure that it’s really food, but is sure looks pretty on the plate. I would eat it, because my mama raised me to try whatever is put before me, and I would probably like it, then I would go home and rip open a box of easy comfort food and curl up with a steaming bowl-full…..YUM! The cheesy hashbrown variety is the best, but as far as white-trash cookin’ goes they’re all pretty good.
My taste for the tacky goes way beyond haute cuisine. I’m also the girl who buys the plastic pink bunnies with the crazy eyes that they sell at Easter and loves the pink flamingos withe the whirly wings which no self-respecting home owners association would allow me to put in the front yard. That’s why we don’t live in a neighborhood with a homeowner’s association. I’m not paying for a home where the crazy-eyed bunnies aren’t welcome.
If it’s sparkly, tacky, funky or just plain weird then chances are that I will like it. I’m sorry Nanna. I think you wasted your efforts in making me a lady. The table manners stuck, but I’m using them to eat pork rinds in cheese dip, Chef Boyardee, red hots on vanilla ice cream, or egg in a basket. It’s not fancy, but it’s real and boy is it good.
+JMJ+
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