My mother was a good cook, but once I was the only "child" (if one can really call a 20-something year old that) in the house, and my father out of the house three days a week thanks to an exercise program (brought on, probably ironically due to a heart attack), the meals got quite grim. She wound up cooking most night mostly for herself, and was often surprised when either I or my father showed up for meals. Most nights when she assumed we would not be around, and those meals would consist of:

• Microwave popcorn
• Cheese dreams - that is half-pieces of bread covered with a processed cheese slice and half a piece of bacon. I can only commend the bacon. Bacon is everything...

Both served with multiple glasses from a cardboard box of gewurztraminer.

The popcorn was grim, but you have to appreciate the "cheese dreams." I mean, at least it had bacon, which makes anything better.