Simple man

I’m not a complicated man. I grew up decidedly lower middle class and my parents made the best out of what we had. I did not know we were poor until I recognized the signs when I became an adult. Mom didn’t want to send me with a handful of change to buy milk. It was what she had that day. 

It was the same with food. Somehow, I learned to actually like casseroles. One of my favorite meals was hamburger, macaroni, and tomatoes cooked together in a kind of Hamburger Helper before the stuff was invented.

I still like it. My wife? Not so much. Nonetheless, I made up a batch the other day and ate way too much. I think it has been a year since we had before this time.

It sounds pretty good right now.  I don't think the wife will agree to eat it again already. 

Yeah, I snuck in some Friday Music.