Calli, do all that and then throw it in the oven for 20 minutes with some shredded cheese on top.
I'm so glad I live in a hub city where I go direct pretty much everywhere.
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Calli, do all that and then throw it in the oven for 20 minutes with some shredded cheese on top.
I'm so glad I live in a hub city where I go direct pretty much everywhere.
I'll have to try that, Brenda.
Weather widget tells me it is 16 in my hood.
I went to market anyway. Will need to warm my freshly made grilled sandwich, though. And I carried it home in an insulated bag!
Pitstopping at the Brookline Library. I had a Houston Astro in my car earlier, nice guy, staying with his extended family in Quincy. Uber can be unexpectedly unexpected, which is cool adventure for sure.
I'm a convert to the evaporated milk + eggs method of mac & cheese, no roux necessary. Not that roux is difficult, but keeping cans of evaporated milk around is more reliable than having enough regular milk in the fridge at any given time.
Nifty, Theo.
I am intrigued by Beverly's mother's version of mac & cheese. Withe some minor tweaks that might fit my current lifestyle better than the traditional. ETA: Hm, also Jessica's.
Alton Brown's recipe is a pretty good start:
(And if you like your mac & cheese baked, just make this one, top with buttered bread crumbs and more cheese, and stick it under the broiler for a few minutes.)
Yeah, I'm very intrigued by Jessica's version. My go-to for non-boxed mac & cheese is: boil elbow noodles in one pot; melt Velveeta in another pot with milk; butter pan; drain noodles and dump in buttered pan; pour melted heart disease over noodles; optionally sprinkle grated cheese over top; bake in oven.
I realize Velveeta is not everyone's thing, though.
Because I am lazy as hell, I recently found this recipe for 1-pot, no-drain mac & cheese, and I'm tempted to try it: [link] I assume one could use regular noodles instead of GF.
Huh. Interesting.
Just got back from Long Island. Man, walking through the dining room of the assisted living place to collect my dad's mom things made me feel like a harbinger of death, all those eyes on me and my family like it was our fault she died, or just that we were a reminder of future things to come for them. I have to say, as we went through the old photos, my dad's parent's were movie-star gorgeous back in the day. We even found a photo we'd never seen before of Grampa Mike when he was in India, all chiaroscuro shading and Dutch angles, very dramatic.