pasta & recipes: mac and cheese grown up

Susan: “Oh, I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.” Mike: “Why?” Susan: “I made it, trust me. Hey, hey, do you have a death wish?” Mike: “No, I just refuse to believe that anybody can screw up macaroni and cheese.” Mike: “Oh my God. How did you…it tastes like it’s burnt and undercooked.” Susan: “Yeah, I get that a lot. Here you go.” This was a conversation on the pilot episode of Desperate Housewives. If I were able to convey to my mother that “it tastes like it’s burnt and undercooked” as a child I would have found myself eating more macaroni and cheese than I cared to consume. As far as my father was concerned, my mother’s macaroni and cheese was the best. As for me, I could never quite grasp the unbridled joy that my peers would display when they declared that they were having macaroni and... Read the Rest →

 

pasta & recipes: mac and cheese grown up

Susan: “Oh, I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.” Mike: “Why?” Susan: “I made it, trust me. Hey, hey, do you have a death wish?” Mike: “No, I just refuse to believe that anybody can screw up macaroni and cheese.” Mike: “Oh my God. How did you…it tastes like it’s burnt and undercooked.” Susan: “Yeah, I get that a lot. Here you go.” This was a conversation on the pilot episode of Desperate Housewives. If I were able to convey to my mother that “it tastes like it’s burnt and undercooked” as a child I would have found myself eating more macaroni and cheese than I cared to consume. As far as my father was concerned, my mother’s macaroni and cheese was the best. As for me, I could never quite grasp the unbridled joy that my peers would display when they declared that they were having macaroni and... Read the Rest →