Not sure what's going on, but whenever I blog about running good, I start running bad. Whenever I start whining about running bad, I start running good.  The Poker Gods have a sick sense of humor.  Twisted bastards.

WHAT'S FOR DINNER?

Forgot to take pictures, but yesterday was taco night.  It's just Ortega out of the box, so it doesn't take a lot of skill to make it, and you all know what it looks like.  I guess tacos are one of the few foods from when I was a little kid that I still enjoy now.  I suppose over the last 10 years or so, I've tried some of the other foods I really had good memories of as a kid and I couldn't believe how crappy it was.  Below are:

MY TOP THREE FOODS I LOVED AS A KID BUT CAN'T BELIEVE I EVER ENJOYED IT:

3.  Bologna (sandwich) - seriously, WTF is that crap?!?  Mrs. Fly saw bologna at the supermarket and decided to buy it.  We were watching Diners, Drives-Ins and Dives (on the Food Network) the day before and the host went to some place that had fried bologna and I think this made Mrs. Fly crave some.  So she puts some in my roast beef sandwich.  It tasted so so, but it would have been better with just the roast beef.  Thirty minutes later, I started getting the runs.  I mean I love fat on my meat as much as the next guy, but that shit is just nasty.

2. Sloppy Joes - When we were younger, my siblings and I were latchkey kids.  Being the oldest, I would frequently make Manwich sloppy joes and the three of us would go to town.  I just couldn't believe so much meaty saucy goodness could come from two pounds of ground beef and a can or two of sauce.  A number of years ago, I saw it in the supermarket and got some.  Not sure if it's because Mrs. Fly's bolognese sauce is so good or I've had some awesome pulled pork and bbq brisket sandwiches in my day, but you could almost take random spices from your spice rack and make a better sauce.

1. Chef Boyardee - When was the last time you had Chef Boyardee?  I can tell you he is no chef.  It just pisses me off they are making so much money off of such crap.  Our excuse for eating it was because we were latchkey kids and didn't know any better.  We just saw the photo of a distinguished-looking chef on the label and thought it must be good.  What kind of lazy parent do you have to be to serve your kids Chef Boyardee regularly?!?  Is boiling water, throwing some pasta in and pouring a jarred sauce too much work?  Nasty.