In "Roly-Poly," his loving description in song of his little boy, Willie Nelson says, "He likes everything from soup to hay...Ham and eggs for breakfast...Bread and jelly twenty times a day."
That must have been back in the fifties, because it sounds kind of like me, nicknamed "Pudge" by my mates. Nowadays, under the relentless influence of television and marketing, little boys eat differently. Not any worse, I don't think, the main idea being to yonk down as many calories as possible. But different.
My shopping list, assembled by our housekeeper, looks like this:
p>Soft taco mix br> Hamburg br> Chk (chicken) br> Marinade br> Chicken tenders br> Hot dogs br> Mac & cheese br> Juice boxes br> Ramen br> Ketchup br> French fries br> Juice boxes
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