Reply #2: We went out to eat a lot

[Warpy]

My mother disliked cooking and it showed. During the week when my dad was on the road, it was tuna fish salad, peanut butter, or Campbell's chicken noodle soup for me. On the weekend, it was Chef Boy Ar Dee right out of the box with nothing added, served as a side to my dad's Saturday night steak and which I ate as the whole meal.

Oh, my poor mother tried. I still have her book of recipes, carefully clipped out of the "ladies'" magazines she disliked, possibly tried once and forgotten. She did do a pretty good oven fried chicken for Sunday dinner and a reasonable American chop suey.

My dad was also well trained. He'd ask what was for dinner, my mother would say "Macaroni and cheese," and he'd say "Let's go out to dinner!"

Like I said, we ate out a lot.