You know, I think I would rather have a bowl of cooked-from-scratch cornmeal mush than one of those dreadful microwave frozen dinners. Yeesh. They are not allowed in our house. We may be so tired that we eat bread and cheese and prunes for dinner, but at least it's real food.

On the other hand, bad cooking can be a bit of a fun tradition too... witness my mother's awful Thanksgiving dinners. If they were tasty, I'd worry that aliens had kidnapped my mother. And she takes the teasing so well.