I know it sounds stupid, but at a local supermarket chain here in NE Indiana, you can buy frozen green chili burritos for something like 20 cents each. After my parents divorced, and my dad was down on his luck financially, my little sister and I practically lived on those things. We'd eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; two each, covered in shredded cheddar cheese, and nuked until the cheese turned crusty where it fell onto our plates.
I've never seen the brand sold in any other supermarket, so when I moved back to this part of Indiana after almost six years on the East Coast and found the same supermarket sold the same cheap-assed burritos, it made me nostalgic. Full of curiosity, I picked up a couple and called up my sister while they were nuking in the microwave. I was pleased to report they still taste the same, even after all these years.
It's funny how nasty frozen burritos bring back so many memories of me and my sister; fighting, laughing, crying, goofing off, fending for ourselves. Not all of the memories are particularly nice ones, but still... Those things she and I went through made us the loving, close-knit sisters we are today.
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Date: 2005-12-09 05:12 pm (UTC)I've never seen the brand sold in any other supermarket, so when I moved back to this part of Indiana after almost six years on the East Coast and found the same supermarket sold the same cheap-assed burritos, it made me nostalgic. Full of curiosity, I picked up a couple and called up my sister while they were nuking in the microwave. I was pleased to report they still taste the same, even after all these years.
It's funny how nasty frozen burritos bring back so many memories of me and my sister; fighting, laughing, crying, goofing off, fending for ourselves. Not all of the memories are particularly nice ones, but still... Those things she and I went through made us the loving, close-knit sisters we are today.