In mine, however, my children eye the homemade croutons suspiciously and ask, "did you MAKE these?" and then they are pushed to the side of the bowl. The offer of homemade waffles, the kind I used to make from scratch when they were toddlers, full of whole grain and organic ingredients, are now greeted with a "no, thanks. Do we have any frozen?" My homemade soups are met with scorn, and they willingly heat their own bowl of canned.
I suppose part of the appeal of packaged food lies in the Uncertainty Factor which is a characteristic of my cooking (and one which I inherited from my mother). While my mother-in-love creates dishes which are identical in appearance every time she prepares them, there’s a good deal of uncertainty in how anything I prepare will turn out “this time.” Growing up, “well, it tastes good,” was our family meal-time motto.