Ro-Tel is a key ingredient in the macaroni salad we ate growing up. Ro-Tel, Cheez Whiz, cubed green peper, macaroni. That's it.

It supposedly came of a 1950s can of Ro-Tel and has persisted in my family for that long.

To this day, I can't do anything with cheese, meat, and noodles smooshed together

Cheese for me is the miracle worker. Put cheese on anything, and I'll have a go at eating it.

I'm all about the easy too. The pizza dough from scratch this weekend was an exception because Leif wanted to make pizza. It's awfully cute to watch a three-year old kneading dough.

"Gothic Charm School: Because friends don't let friends dress like the Crow"

This.

This makes me happier than life itself.

Heh, that's pretty good.

My friend, the former Oxford professor, had a good point about ID. "Fine, teach it in school. It takes up, what? 10 minutes? 'Proponents of Intelligent Design believe ____.' And you're done."

I am a big fan of the try everything on your plate school. Found out that there are a number of things I don't like - because of how they are prepared - backed beans and sweet potato cassarole - I don't like them because they are two sweet. I actually like beans in most forms and love sweet potatoes.

I would like to have watched Leif make pizza dough

My favorite is when I make it homemade, from elbow noodles with melted velveeta and then baked in the oven.

Teppy, you know Velveeta sells a boxed mac-n-cheese thingie now, right?

Ro-Tel is a key ingredient in the macaroni salad we ate growing up. Ro-Tel, Cheez Whiz, cubed green peper, macaroni. That's it.

Dear me, this is why the people in the fly-over states (said with tongue and cheek to harken back to your newbie days) shouldn't be allowed to make up recipes. One time, mom and I took a friend of mine along, to visit a friend of the family who was a college professor at U-Mass. She said we were having spaghetti for supper. Friend and I were young, innocent, and Bostonian enough to think we'd be getting typical Italian spaghetti with typical red sauce.

There were freaking cut-up hot dogs in the sauce. BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD. My love for prof-friend died a little, that very day.

but Cindy, chef boardi does it.

Thank you for proving my point. :)

Seriously, that's also bad, bad, bad, but they tell you there are franks in it, right on the label. They don't just say, "Oh, here's some 'spaghetti'," and BAM!