I hate Hamburger Helper.
The smell of it cooking makes me want to vomit. Its lumpy, slimy texture in my mouth makes me think I am vomiting. Besides which, cheeseburger and macaroni together are just unnatural.
I used to love the stuff.
Cheeseburger Macaroni was probably the last meal I fixed for my ex-fiance. In this very kitchen, no less. He was ecstatic. He said it was his favorite. He told me I was "such a good wife for making it."
The following week he started complaining about our weekend routine (I drive an hour to spend the weekend in the same town as him, we hang out, we have dinner and watch a video, we make out on the couch, he goes home and I drive an hour back to my college town). Then he started complaining about a lot of other things, all of which he insisted were my fault. Then he said he wanted to date a fifteen-year-old girl. She was a plus and I was a minus.
I hate Cheeseburger Macaroni Hamburger Helper.
My husband loves it, and insisted on buying a package last time we went grocery shopping.
I can't even stand looking at the box. It screams at me silently, and I can hear it in every room of the house.
"You are inadequate!"