About 15 years ago we lived near a welfare family. One of the little girls, maybe 6-7 years old, was watching me peel potatoes and boil them for mashed potatoes.
She asked me what I was doing and I told her.
Then she dropped this bombshell...
Says she, “Why don’t you make them the homemade way? In the microwave?”
It was all I could do to keep from laughing. I explained to her that this was just a different kind of homemade way.
Says she, “Why don’t you make them the homemade way? In the microwave?”
It was all I could do to keep from laughing. I explained to her that this was just a different kind of homemade way.”
That made me laugh! I asked my godchild once what she wanted me to bring for diner. She wanted macaroni and cheese. I make a killer. She politely ate a little. When I asked what was wrong, she said: “ Uncle Bill, I only like real macaroni and cheese.” I looked at her mom who shyly said: “Kraft...”