As I thought about what to make for lunch today, I had an overwhelming craving come over me to eat macaroni and cheese. Maybe its the fact that my roommates are all traveling for spring break and I am home alone. It seems as if the fattening yellow noodles ooze with comfort and memories.
Eating macaroni and cheese was something I used to do all the time while visiting my favorite Grandma Day. After mixing the masterpiece, she would sprinkle my mac and cheese with pepper to give it a little more spunk--just like her. During lunch we would chat about her and Grandpa Day's love story; or any story from her lifetime.
Macaroni and Cheese has also been the fly on the wall during many long friendship conversations. Over a bowl of mac and cheese I spilled my guts about my secret crushes and frustrations. Other days I have laughed so hard until my macaroni and cheese wanted to take flight across the room like a NASA rocket ship.
Macaroni and Cheese taught me that quality (Kraft) is worth a good investment, over cheap (Western Family) and a horrible supper. It also taught me as a sophomore in college you do not leave your roommate unattended to make homemade macaroni and cheese--for the burning smell can take weeks to wear off.
It is no wonder, I have overwhelming cravings for mac a cheese--its just my stomach telling my heart that I miss the people in whom I used to share it with. So whether they be in Spring City, Texas, New York, Brazil, Wisconsin or Heaven, they need not to worry, for I have my mac and cheese to remind me of them.