Don't Smoke This Jacket

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Since we're talking about childhood, here's where I remember the smell from... Among my Mom and Step-Dad, he was the chef in the family and always made sensible dinners. But, when she was away for the evening for whatever reason, he and I made our traditional "Guys-Only" dinner. Boil some hot dogs, cut them up, then dump a box of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese into the remaining hot dog water.

And, taking me back to my childhood, whenever I make a meal like that these days, Mrs. Gone says that I'm "Making the food choices of a ten-year-old." Fair enough.

That is very familiar - a sort of universal [North American] childhood food experience.