I have, once or twice, bought things for "old time's sake" and it has been a major disappointment (especially at the breathtaking cost and effort). The urge to buy "college dorm" food is something that I've managed to shake off. I realize that lots of expats have no "grown up" life in the US - they come to the UK straight out of college, but for those of us who had fairly ordinary lives in the US during our 20s and 30s (and beyond), is there a craving for boxed foods? In my experience, no.
I considered myself, at a few days short of 31, with a husband, a child starting preschool in a week, and another baby on the way to have a pretty "grown up" life-I have a mortgage, and bills that my husband's salary pays. I make three meals a day for my child. I have a big Mommy van with a carseat in it.
I also make Hamburger Helper for dinner sometimes.
Here all this time I was wrong. I'm not a grown-up...I'm a child! Can I join the "still a child" club, ladies?
Maybe there's a 12-step program for those of us who have not grown up enough to wean ourselves from the Devil's Meals-those of us who still turn, in weakness and desperation, from a lack of responsibility, planning and maturity-to convenience foods. I only hope my child(ren) will fogrive me for those days when money is tight (since we have all those bills to pay, you know) and I'm a bit tired and want to make something easy. What was I thinking? Where did my parents go wrong?
Can someone help me to walk the correct path?