Happiness in a Little Box from America

You may think I’m referring to a package . . . you would be wrong! I’m referring to a little box of Macaroni and Cheese that my mom sent a few weeks ago. I finally found a measuring cup that measures in “cups.” My roommate had it in the cupboard :) The only other thing I needed was butter.

I had asked Scott’s family about this earlier. When Becca and I explored the local grocery store, she showed me where the butter was located. So this need was easily met. I popped downstairs and drove my scooter to the store. I was back in just a few minutes, getting excited about my meal.

And things went off without a hitch. Sa-weet!!! Guess I’ve made Mac’n’Cheese enough to know how to do it. :P It tasted so good. Man oh man. And as I put the cheese sauce, milk and butter in I remembered doing that as a little girl.

I would fight with my brother for the chance to dump in the cheese sauce. I’m not sure why that ingredient was so cool. Mom would let us bring our little stools over to the counter and pour in some ingredients. Sometimes we even got to help stir things in. Oh the joy of simple childhood emotions. (Remember that Mom & JJ?)

I think I could have eaten that entire box of Mac’n’Cheese. I snarfed my portion down. Almost like my brother did back in the day. We always gave him a hard time by asking if he had tasted any of it. I did taste mine. I tried to make myself slow down – it was hard.

And I’m happy to say I choose the route of a better person. I only ate about half the box. The other half I put into a container to share with Scott’s girls. When I told them I had Mac’n’Cheese, they got way excited and jealous. They thoroughly enjoyed it too. Sarah, their mom, doesn’t understand why they like it so much. I tried to explain – but what can you say?? It was a childhood staple and it’s deliciously cheesy. YUM!

PS -- THANK YOU, MOM!!