For Valentine’s Day, my husband and I promised not to spend any money on each other. The two of us, along with the kids, made handmade cards, and it turned out to be the best Valentine’s Day I can recall. Flowers and chocolates are nice, but these gifts were truly from the heart.
But, even without the painted pictures from the kids and a sweet poem from my husband, I am fully aware that my family loves me. I know this, because they don’t criticize my cooking…and I am one lousy cook.
The other night, while making spaghetti and meatballs, I realized halfway through cooking that I didn’t have the key ingredient for my sauce. That ingredient being the sauce itself. In this house, made from scratch is an unused term. Prego does it much better than I ever could.
So, what do you do when frozen meatballs are starting to thaw on the bottom of your Crock Pot and there’s no Prego in the house? Add some Hormel Chili, and a jar of tomato soup, of course!
And, my husband, my son and my daughter ate that “sauce”…and I use that term real lightly… over whole wheat pasta without complaint. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.