So, I was reading Thirteen, and macaroni and cheese kept cropping up in the story. Now it may have only come up once or twice, but when it did, it stuck in my brain like white on rice. I was going to similize (is that a word?) with stink on shit, but decided the food simile was better and more apropos since I am talking about food. Which I guess means I shouldn't have just said that last sentence or so since I just erased all of my thoughtfulness. Anyhizzle, I could not stop thinking about macaroni and cheese. Which is great and all but I was home, it was late, and I had no macaroni and cheese, nor did I have the right ingredients to make it. What to do?
Why go all MacGyver and use whole wheat spaghetti, skim milk, reduced fat cheddar, and an assload of butter to cover up the fact that your milk and cheese are of the more healthy variety. It also helps if you have some whole wheat bread you can toast, slather in yet more butter, and make into bread crumbs with a little of that dried mystery spice "Italian herbs" to cover up the fact that you macaroni and cheese looks a little off.
I have to say that the my little experiment turned out quite delish, if not as healthy as the list of ingredients may imply. I was pleased with myself, even if it looked like an amorphous blob and not the piece de resistance of mac and cheese. Not withstanding its look, it was so good, I thought about calling it a cassoulet.