Richard doesn't like tuna and noodle casserole. Julie and I love it, but he just simply hates it. Since he was in most respects a far from picky eater, my solution to this was to let him fix something for himself when we had it. Eventually, I just stopped making it.
So, when Richard was 16 he went to Silver Lake Family Camp to work for the summer. While he was gone, Julie and I had tuna and noodles once in a while. After all, it had been eight years since I'd served it, and we were using Richard's absence as an excuse to scarf it down.
I expected him to return home on a Sunday. However, he got a ride home a day early, so he walked in as we were sitting down to dinner, took one look at the table, and said in the most offended voice imaginable, "Tuna and noodles?? Again!!!???"
That was so funny! Poor Richard. I remember it a bit differently...He was so hungry he ate a huge serving, and only when he was going back for seconds did he focus on what he was eating, and then he said, "tuna and noodles...AGAIN???" Funny either way.And you know, I think she has it right.