Today’s Daily Prompt is to tell you what I hate to love.
My mom was an earth mom. Was. Cloth diapers and canning her own veggies. And then after having 2 kids, the youngest of which (me) was kind of a handful, there was this slow progression to modern conveniences, such as Pampers and Green Giant. It was somewhat rare in our house to eat anything from a box. I actually gasped in her kitchen the other day when I found a boxed brownie mix she was using to make treats for the teachers at her school. Years ago it would have been quite the scandal.
Macaroni and cheese was almost always homemade until I was in high school. I actually prefer it that way, but for some reason mine doesn’t turn out like hers does. And my rue always leaves lumps in the cheese sauce. It wasn’t until I flew the coop to college that I discovered the ooey gooey goodness that is Velveeta. And let me tell you. Ain’t no craving like a Velveeta craving.
I have lots of cravings. Usually chicken nuggets from McDonalds. Or anything chocolate-peanut butter. But I love cheese, and I love pasta, so when a Velveeta craving hits nothing will divert me until I get me some. And THEN, I usually eat most of… if not the entire… box. It’s bad. I can’t even explain what happens. It’s like some kind black hole for cravings. Totally unhealthy. Although I’ve never had a craving for carrots, so I’m not sure a healthy craving exists.
And then the guilt sets in. I get really sleepy. My stomach hurts. And the extra pound or two shows up on the scale the next day. And no matter how good the Velveeta tastes, it has become the one thing in this world that I absolutely hate to love.