I really like macaroni and cheese.
Actually, I knew that all along, but I suddenly realised it again tonight.
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10 comments:
Actually I'm pretty sure I like macaroni and cheese except I haven't had any inn a long time. I've been having my pasta with a whole lot of other stuff - none macaroni, and bits of cheese like parmesan shavings on top but stuff like vegetable or herbs or fish or chicken pasta or something.
Maybe I should do myself a good old fashioned basic macaroni and cheese someday. Get back to the basics ...
It's the best. I think I'll cook some as soon as I can. Maybe Monday night.
I have "macaroni and cheese" written on my mirror at home.
I have "great sex" written my mirror at home, but I'm going to change that immediately to "macaroni and cheese".
Definitely.
I have nothing written on my mirror. It is there solely to make sure that I do not leave the house with birdnest hair, toothpaste froth around my mouth, or random bits of mac and cheese stuck to my face. Am I using it wrong?
Nails - evidently yes. The mac & cheese should be on the mirror, preferably fresh.
Imagine if people used 'macaroni and cheese' as a euphemism for 'great sex' in polite conversation. 'Remember that macaroni and cheese we had the other day'? 'What's your favourite recipe for macaroni and cheese, dear'? 'What shall we have tonight? Baked beans or macaroni and cheese'? (And so on).
Though of course in the above conversations you'd have to wonder what cryptic meaning 'baked beans' has.
No chance, Caz. I'm trying to train the cockroaches not to roam the house. It's not an easy task.
I came up with one or two disturbing ideas as to what baked beans was and I suspect that I will never want any.
My immediate thoughts about baked beans were also disturbing, and unprintable on a family blog.
Upon further contemplation, I'd suggest that "baked beans" would be a clear sign that someone in the couple is adulterating!
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