My mother had her own secret recipe for "hamburger helper". Except it was called "goulash" or "American Chop Suey":
Boil a box of macaroni. Brown some hamburger. Throw in some other stuff. Dinner!!
Being a good New England Yankee housewife, she'd rather show up naked at church than buy a box of over-priced crap and chemicals.
Why wasn't the space - wasted space on hamburger - instead have been used for a really great go-to recipe for Mac 'n Cheese with cut up hot dogs' ? Wiener Helper, people. Wieners need help.
"It was almost as exciting as taco kit night!"
When I was growing up, the taco kit was a suitcase. Because, despite being born in SoCal, my father's company moved us to Connecticut, where TACO'S DID NOT EXIST! So Dad would come home from business trips with a suitcase full of tortillas, and Mom would fry them up, and I would eat about a dozen.
When my boys were little they lurved KD, so I bought it for them. And I would take what was left over, chop up pickled jalpenos, grate real cheddar all over top, and throw in the oven for a few minutes. I really hate getting old and just looking at carbs adds 10 pounds.
My mother had her own secret recipe for "hamburger helper". Except it was called "goulash" or "American Chop Suey":
Boil a box of macaroni. Brown some hamburger. Throw in some other stuff. Dinner!!
Being a good New England Yankee housewife, she'd rather show up naked at church than buy a box of over-priced crap and chemicals.
I was really hoping for my favorite, Cheesy Ranch Burger.
Also: Plaid Egg Sandwich.
<a href="https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch\?v=RJX0Mf5pBwU" target="_blank">My mom&#039;s making stovetop tonight at 8!</a>
Why wasn&#039;t the space - wasted space on hamburger - instead have been used for a really great go-to recipe for Mac &#039;n Cheese with cut up hot dogs&#039; ? Wiener Helper, people. Wieners need help.
&quot;It was almost as exciting as taco kit night!&quot;
When I was growing up, the taco kit was a suitcase. Because, despite being born in SoCal, my father&#039;s company moved us to Connecticut, where TACO&#039;S DID NOT EXIST! So Dad would come home from business trips with a suitcase full of tortillas, and Mom would fry them up, and I would eat about a dozen.
When my boys were little they lurved KD, so I bought it for them. And I would take what was left over, chop up pickled jalpenos, grate real cheddar all over top, and throw in the oven for a few minutes. I really hate getting old and just looking at carbs adds 10 pounds.