My childhood best friend's mother was the queen of boxed cooking. Whenever I had dinner at their house, we feasted on "canned cream-of" casseroles and powdered scalloped potatoes. But here's the thing: the food was always hearty, fed a crowd, and appeared on the table at the same time every night. No exceptions. While the meal might not have been gourmet, it was still a quality family dinner. I was always welcome at the table and there was always plenty to go around.
The best part about hanging at her house, though, was what happened in the morning — I could always rely on fresh-from-the-oven muffins.