Macaroni and Cheeeeeeeeese.....

This is a totally pointless post. I just have to say, something is horribly wrong with me. I think it could be all the nicotene I inhaled while in Paris, or maybe the lag from the jet lag I had a few weeks ago. Or maybe it's none of those things, and I am just losing it from all the stress I've been under lately. At any rate, something is totally and seriously wrong with me, I can't get enough macaroni and cheese. No, not the yellow death we all grew up with, but homemade mac and cheese.

Let me explain why this is so wrong, I HATE homemade mac and cheese. I have always hated it, and thought I would always hate it until the day I died. I guess I was wrong. The other day, in an attempt to cook something as quickly as possible so as not to have to spend any more time than absolutely necessary in my tiny, cramped, HOT kitchen, I threw some elbow macaroni noodles into a pot of boiling water, cooked it, drained it, added some canola margarine, a dash of flour, grated cheddar cheese, grated parmesian cheese, milk, and a little salt. Out came cheesy mac and cheese.

I originally made it for just my son and my hubby, knowing full well I would hate and detest such a peasantly concoction. But I had to taste it to make sure it had enough salt, and it was like choirs of angels sang in my mouth. I suddenly couldn't stop eating it. I had to make another batch so my family could have some too. I have made it every day since, and there is no end in sight. I thought I should maybe add some veggies so it would at least feign being more healthy, but I just can't do it. I am quickly killing my family off with mac and cheese, and I can't stop!!!!! Somebody help me!!!!!