On Saturday, as Ron and I were in the bathroom together doing what we both do to get ready to face the day when I said, "Guess what I fantasized about last night when I came to bed?" I heard him catch his breath as he asked, "What?" To his complete and utter dismay, I replied, "Macaroni and cheese." This time his "what?" was less breathy and more disgusted.
It's true. As I was flipping around the channels I landed on the Food Network's "Drive-Ins, Diners and Dives." Guy (the host) was at some restaurant in the Midwest where they were cooking up some divine looking mac-n-cheese. Gobs and gobs of ooey gooey cheese. Seriously, I thought I might need to get a bib to catch the saliva that was threatening to escape my lips. Then it was off to another diner where they serve up yummy burgers stuffed with more ooey gooey cheese. Judging by the SRO at these joints it's a miracle every man, woman and child is not a heart attack waiting to happen. I decided I couldn't risk watching that show anymore. Makes my culinary tendencies warp into overdrive.
Later that evening we were dining at Paulo & Bill's and there I was, satisfying that ooey gooey itch with their glorious gnocchi with Parmesan cream. I nearly fell over in the booth when I took the first bite (no lie, ask Ron). Towards the end of our meal, when we were both groaning from indulgence, a svelte, long-legged lass with blonde hair sauntered by our table. As if on cue, our waitress arrived with a tray laden with all things decadent and asked us if we wanted any dessert. Noticing Ron's eyes following the svelte young thing all the way to her table, I said, "I think he just had his."
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i've heard mccoy's has a great mac-n-cheese. have you ever made it from scratch? so not worth the work. the question is, how does kraft get all that cheese into the convenient packet?
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