Great Man Theory is real, we have to put him down

It wasn't too weird for most people, I guess. Chili on spaghetti. Very Cleveland feel for a small city in the Deep South. The problem was the chili was ground beef in a gently-seasoned Suspension or Broth that had no body to it. The result was a bland, distasteful combination of wet noodles and chewy beef slop. I think there were formerly-frozen green beans and carrots on the side, not that 3-year-old dolphinsarejerks was touching those anyway.

This meal was so wretched and inedible that for a few years it ruined two of my favorite foods. I wouldn't touch either again until middle school, and I really only liked them when I made them myself after that point. Even now I need my chili to have structure and body and elements and I need my spaghetti well-covered with a robust sauce that doesn't just slide off the noodle. The thought of eating just buttered noodles, an American classic autism food, makes me recoil in horror.