One bite, and I remembered that 1982 was the year my dad got laid off, which might explain the canned-meat products. I also started getting fat that year. I'm going to blame that on the Vienna Sausages from now on.
I was the tallest kid in my class, chubby, eating my Vienna Sausages out of the can in the cafeteria, mumbling "Gloria" under my breath. I should consider myself lucky that I wasn't getting my ass kicked on the playground every day. That only happened about once every two weeks or so.
My husband ate every single sausage out of the dish. Apparently they didn't ruin his childhood.
Robin Wheeler writes the blog Poppy Mom. After years of making and eating fancy food, Robin is sick of it all. She's returning to the basics: recipes that haven't surfaced in three decades. She reports on the results for Gut Check every Tuesday.