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My wheels have been spinning since Tabatha proposed a mac and cheese Poetry Friday. Why? Because macaroni and cheese is my favorite food. In my childhood, bbq chicken and macaroni and cheese was my birthday dinner every year. Shortly into our marriage, when Randy and I spent Thanksgiving at Vogel State Park in north Georgia, finding a restaurant open that had mac and cheese on the menu was a holiday highlight. I make it every Christmas. In fact, Maddie was a counselor at camp and they played a trivia game outside the dining hall to see which cabin entered first for food. The theme one day was Holidays. Maddie asked a group of 200 campers: “It’s a traditional Christmas food.” It was a looooonnnnnnnng time before a camper came up with mac and cheese. It was so funny! Maddie didn’t know it was a very unusual holiday food. Eating mac and cheese with crispy pancetta in it at Emeril’s restaurant in the MGM in Las Vegas when I went for NCTE or ILA one time. SO many good mac and cheese memories.
Heads-up. I’m talking about oven-baked sharp cheddar, pasta, butter, and just enough milk and American cheese to make it a touch creamy. But none of this soupy, creamy, liquidy business. That is not mac and cheese in my book. Broiling the top for a tiny bit of crispy yumminess gets you bonus points.
I don’t make mac and cheese often because it’s not something I can resist. If I make a huge pot of it on Christmas, I am eating the leftovers every meal (and sometimes straight out of the fridge–a cold, salty, cheesy brick) until it’s gone. I have no willpower around mac and cheese. It’s the devil.
Anyway, I had a lot of ideas, but I couldn’t get much to gel. Maybe it’s a topic TOO close to my heart. In the end, I wrote this Things to Do if… poem at a drum corps show last weekend.
Things to Do if You Are a Macaroni Noodle
Invite all your friends to a party
Soak in a hot bath until you’re completely relaxed
Dress in layers of sharp cheddar cheese
Wear a scratchy cracker cap
Sunbathe under an electric sky
Bubble over with happiness
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
And for more cheesy goodness and other fabulous poems, don’t miss the Poetry Friday Roundup with Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference!