March 17th, 2008

I “Cooked”

Yeah, yeah. I know every good hosewife housewife needs to cook for her man, but this ain’t no normal housewife you’ve got here. I’m the WORST housewife. I don’t clean (lucky to have a housecleaner - notsomuch a maid), I barely do laundry (see sidebar to your left), and I don’t cook (drive to the restaurant and pay).

So the mere fact that we’ve eaten at home more than we’ve eaten out for the last two weeks (this past weekend is not counted - parents in town - dad pay$), is a sign of the apocalypse. Or that “A New Earth” reading is working. Or some screw is looser in my head. Or I’m growing up. *shivers* Or there’s a little lady who lives inside my head who has taken over. We’ll call her Mitchell II.

I’m putting my money on Mitchell II.

Hold your panties. I’ll explain Mitchell and Mitchell II in another post.

Today at Super Target, I actually stocked up on some groceries. Yup. Real food. Real food like hot dogs and shredded cheese.

And what can you make with hot dogs and shredded cheese?

Hot dogs and REAL FRIGGIN mac n’ cheese.

Not the blue box - real friggin mac n’ cheese.

The kind with organic (trying to buy all organic, but don’t mess with my Kraft Real Mayo bitches) macaroni and 63.7 pounds of shredded cheddar. LOTS of cheddar.

Recipe:
1 bag o’ organic elbow macaroni
63.7 pounds o’ real shredded cheddar cheese (not the veggie cheese crud)
1 slab pat o’ butter

1. boil bag o’ mac
2. drain
3. dump in 62.7 pounds o’ cheese and slab pat o’ butter
4. mix
5. load yummy goodness into pan as Trouble screams, “it’s too much!” and realize you have a small pan which any 2-year-old would know
6. sprinkle w/ 1 pound o’ cheeese
7. pop in broiler (who knew we had one!) and watch like a sniper to make sure it doesn’t over broil or whatever it does in there
8. INHALE

9. Feel your thighs expand

Props to Secret Agent Mama for theming me for this post. Nice to chat again, woman. I actually thought of you and your photo-taking skillz when I took that pic. And recognized my lack o’ skills.