Remember the latch-key kids of the 80's? I wasn't really a latch-key kid as one of my parents were always home when I got back from school, but I was still making dinner for my self and my sister at an early age. I remember spooning Chef Boyardee Ravioli into bowls for Beth and I. We always got nine each. I made sure it was even. On the off-night when the can only held 17 meatballs instead of 18, I carefully sliced that last one right down the middle so we each had eight and a half. I also remember the nights of Swanson's Chicken Pot Pies, Swanson's TV dinners, and Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. Mmm-mmm.
Last night's dinner was sort of reminiscent of cooking for yourself as a kid. Well most of it. I did make some homemade vegetable barley soup. But we had that accompanied by pigs in a blanket and a can of chicken noodle soup for those who don't cotton to homemade vegetable barley. Which is half of us. The younger half.
But look how much fun we had.