frozen dinners

i’m thinking about when my mom and i went to Safeway to pick up frozen dinners.

and we rented some movie that my six-year-old mind wanted to absorb.

i don’t have many memories of that time but i do remember renting that specific movie and returning it the next day. and i remember watching it in the TV room with just my mom and i. come to think of it i don’t know where my dad or my sister were. but that didn’t matter.

i got to pick the movie and i got to pick my meal.

another memory is of my sister and my mom and me at the Safeway again picking up frozen dinners. and there’s one with a big brownie pictured on the cardboard outside and my sister or my mom points it out. big honking brownie is they phrase she uses either my sister or my mom. big honking brownie. and we laugh so hard that a woman in the aisle comments on it. we my sister my mom and me still bring it up. we laugh. now alone in my room i eat frozen dinners. and it’s partially because i’m a late eater which is really because my dad is a late eater and he was the cook. and it’s also because i know what i’m going to get and i know how it’ll taste. and it’s also because i can microwave the meal myself and put on an episode of some pointless comedy and laugh and eat and burn my mouth. and it’s also because frozen dinners taste good. i think memories delude you