For the first 20 years of my life, I lived off chicken nuggets. Whether they’d be at McDonald’s or my college dining hall, it was my go-to food for years. My parents shook their heads in disgust whenever we went out for dinner. They could not believe I’d be searching for chicken nuggets at a Mexican restaurant.

Only in my 20s did I start to branch out. I tried chili for the first time – and loved it. I started eating like a big girl, putting sauce on my spaghetti. I was growing up and expanding my horizons.

I even started a love affair with Mexican food. It’s one of my favorites. But, all this love for different foods hasn’t changed me all that much.

It happened a couple of years ago. I went over to a girlfriend’s house to watch a movie our husbands were not interested in. A little girls’ night. She said she’d make dinner. Something simple.

You guessed it. She made chicken nuggets. And tater tots.

In an instant, I was reconnected with my past love. And flabbergasted by the fact that all this time, I could’ve easily bought a bag of these nuggets of deliciousness and kept them in my freezer. Why didn’t I think of this before?

Now, when grocery shopping, I throw children aside to grab the jumbo-size bag of my nuggets. Because it’s true what they say – absence does make the heart grow fonder.