You Say Hamburger Helper, I Say Halle-freakin-lujah

Both my girls have discriminating taste in food.

This is my code way of saying, “DAMMIT will you girls decide on ONE thing for dinner already?”

Miss A could live on hot dogs and grapes while Miss C could live on loaded up sub turkey sandwiches and cantaloupe.

I’m on a mission to really watch our grocery bill and I’ve been trying to use what we have in the pantry to plan dinner. I don’t know about you, but I feel like I live at the grocery store. We’ve had a lot of miscellaneous expenses crop up and I just want to wipe them clean so we can start saving for some fun things like a trip to Disney World or matching monogrammed Snuggies.

I found a box of beef stroganoff Hamburger Helper tucked away in the pantry admidst the whole wheat spaghetti and cous cous. I held the box in my hand and felt a surge of optimism.

Would this meal be THE CHOSEN ONE?

I served the beef stroganoff with a salad and waited with baited breath as my subjects tentatively poked at their dinner. They both agreed that it smelled delicious. Things were looking up.

Miss A, my 5-year-old, took the first bite. Her eyes grew wide and I waited for the verdict. I had no idea which way this was going. I like to live on the edge like that.

“MOM! Oh my gosh! You have got to make this EVERY NIGHT!”

If only all these years I’d known dinner could be this zen.


  1. Mary says:

    HH beef stroganoff is one of Matt’s favorite things ever. He is VERY picky. You can imagine my pride when he wrote that on his list of “favorites” at school and it was displayed in the hallway for everyone to see what a wonderful, gourmet cook I am.

  2. Jennifer says:

    Yup. Its my go to meal when there have been too many meals that they pick through and claim to be “gross”. With that (or spaghetti) I am pretty much guarenteed a clean plate.

    Its so hit and miss with the kids, my eldest adores fish, so any sea creature is devoured but won’t eat vegetables, my youngest adores cauliflower and broccoli but won’t touch any meat unless its extruded into a tube (hot dog or bologna). Ugh.

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