when i was about 14, i spent a week at my grammu’s house. my aunt cathy had just returned from one of her druggie runaway escapades and she “taught” me how to make a “real” meal out of macaroni and cheese and hamburger. because when “you’re poor, you don’t have a choice but to eat stuff like that.”
when i was college and really, really poor we used to make welfare and cheese. usually it was macaroni and cheese sans either milk or butter because we couldn’t afford it.
also when i was in college, chuck used to collect macaroni and cheese boxes. all kinds, kraft, generic, any store brand of mac n cheese. whenver anyone travelled they had to go to a local grocery store and get some mac n cheese for chuck (whose real name was ben). the cross country house on second ave. must have had like 47 different kinds of mac n cheese boxes displayed on the walls of the kitchen
when i was about 12, i was babysitting the sister club and made them mac n cheese for lunch. for reasons i can’t quite remember sister #2 didn’t want mac n cheese. she proceeded to dig both hands into her plate of mac n cheese and squish it between her fingers. i proceeded to beat her about the head and neck with a large plastic spoon.
sister #3 doesn’t need to measure the milk or butter when making mac n cheese.
sister #2 doesn’t chew mac n cheese, she just swallows it.