A frightening close up of my teenage years. In reality my acne was not that bad but in my mind this is what it looked like. At 35 years old, I still get pimples. Their presence bothers me not because it would lower my status in the school social hierarchy but because I'm too old for zits. I have a job, a mortgage, insurance and sex on a regular basis. I'm a grown-ass woman! I don't need to be bothered by teenage type skin problems.
This can also be made with hamburger or sausage. This is proto-Hamburger Helper.