The Secret Restaurant: Hamburger Helper

by Peter Moore

I may have been the world’s pickiest eater as a child.  My parents are saints and they indulged this.  I was almost never forced to eat something I didn’t want.  And there were a lot of things that I didn’t want to eat.  One thing I did love was hamburgers (though they had to be plain—no condiments, pickles, tomatoes, or lettuce) and that’s what I got.  As I said, my parents are saints.

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