If there’s one food growing up that I’ll never forget, it was my mom’s mac and cheese. The perfect blend of noodles and Land O Lakes American cheese. I promise you, the Kraft version just doesn’t even compare.
Ever since I moved out on my own I’ve been attempting to make it myself, and while it never really tastes quite the same, I think I got pretty close last night.
Ephram scarfed his down faster than I’ve ever seen him eat before. I think that means it was good. Or, he was just that hungry. I’ll go with both.