tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555929730378028813.post3748405386640784549..comments2023-12-21T14:06:06.703-05:00Comments on Mrs. W's Kitchen: Doctoring a Dirty Rice Box MixAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748231341500700924noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555929730378028813.post-83344787389142802252008-08-22T14:52:00.000-04:002008-08-22T14:52:00.000-04:00Aah, the things we do for the husbands. I will ad...Aah, the things we do for the husbands. <BR/><BR/>I will admit to being a true lover of--of all things--spaghettios.<BR/><BR/>I know. They're horrible. But there's just something about those little o's, especially those wee little hotdogs or meatballs that cause a certain comfort memory from childhood. I can't really explain it.<BR/><BR/>It's probably the corn syrup. I don't ever eat those anymore, but just thinking about it I can practically taste it!Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14748231341500700924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555929730378028813.post-66231446474522288142008-08-22T09:12:00.000-04:002008-08-22T09:12:00.000-04:00I still respect you. I have 2 boxes, I think, in m...I still respect you. I have 2 boxes, I think, in my cupboard as well as a box of Hamburger Helper, and Pasta Roni. My husband bought them and if I go out of town he gets to eat them.<BR/>To keep my husband happy I'll ocaisionally by him Chef Boyardee. He loves that crap.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11924161328076804836noreply@blogger.com