Most people either don’t appreciate the food they eat or realize that there is food out there that tastes like something. Micheal Polen talks about the addictive qualities of fat, sugar and salt that is in most processed foods, and the epitome of horrible foods that don’t taste like anything but is highly addictive is Hamburger Helper. I mean its just dried pasta, powder and half a pound of hamburg (pink slime optional) mixed together in a greasy mess that is both filling and lacking in any kind of nutrition.
My mother wouldn’t eat anything that tasted or even looked like anything. Except liver for some reason, but that’s another nightmare. Nope, every night it was half a pound of ground beef plus whatever flavor of Helper we had. Sometimes I would get to cook spaghetti which was also ground beef, noodles and some overly processed sauce. Vegetables were the occasional can of string beans or lima beans, which if I never have to touch again will help me appreciate life. The process took about half an hour. I would scoop out the half pound of ground beef into the frying pan, break it up with the spatula and cook until there was no pink left. Then I would drain out the grease into an old coffee tin, where it would congeal until we threw it out. Course there was also grease splattered everywhere in the kitchen from the frying process. Then you pour in the pasta, powder and x amount of water, simmer, stir, and when the pasta has cooked and the sauce has congealed serve it up. Flavors ranged from cheesy to slightly less cheesy.
Since becoming an adult and being allowed to choose my own food I have discovered the wide range of flavors out there, and have been glad to never touch the stuff again.
So of course having a dream where I am being forced to cook it again is a horrible nightmare. I can’t remember anything else about it, but really, isn’t that enough?