Soul food of ones childhood

Why did it always seem that in order for me, as a child, to enjoy the food I was eating it had to have come from some sort of a package perhaps a box or can. Mom could have slaved all day in the kitchen to prepare a nice garlic roast with mashed potatoes and fresh vegetables, and yet the irresistible taste of powdered, process cheese sprinkled over soggy noodles and splattered with Heinz ketchup …showed first 75 words of 776 total…

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