The TV Dinner

I was feeling a little old school Saturday afternoon, for no reason in particular. Since Oxbear was hitting Dierbergs for me while I got work done at home, I asked him to pick up a couple of Kid Cuisine TV dinners for the boys to try out. He returned with two boxed trays of nostalgia, circa 1992.

“Here, Puck,” I handed him the frozen box. “This is a little piece of my childhood.”

He looked skeptically at me. “I bet it’s going to taste like math calculations and boring stuff.”