How about a cooking post, to make a change from my moaning and groaning about my health woes (yes, it gets a little old, even for me). For one reason, I’m back on solid food. Yay! My doctor specifically recommended macaroni and cheese. I had some cheese in the refrigerator, so I decided to make some. I wondered when I started out if this would really be worth a blog post. I mean, it is not the most imaginative recipe. Then again, it is Non-Sequitur Thursday, and, hey, it’s a blog post.
I peeled and crushed some garlic, setting the timer for 15 minutes so it could “breathe” (that is a correct use of quotation marks; garlic cannot literally breathe, since it has no lungs) (that is a correct use of “literally” as well, so yay me). I put on some water to boil and looked in the fridge for the aforementioned cheese. I had mozzarella and colby-jack. This would be great. I grated the cheese while the macaroni cooked.
When the shells had cooked, I put it in a casserole dish and stirred in the garlic, then added butter and milk (which I did not measure), then the cheese. It looked like a lot of cheese for the amount of macaroni. Yum. I covered it and put it in the oven, which I had pre-heated to 350 (forgot to mention that, but I don’t think anybody was cooking along with me as they read, were they?) and set the timer for 20 minutes.
After 20 minutes, things got a little different. When I took the stuff out to stir it, it seemed the cheese had melted into a big glooby glob in the middle of the dish. What was that all about? Is that what mozzarella is supposed to do? I added more butter and milk, stirred some more, and put it back in for another 10 minutes. I wasn’t too worried. After all, it would still taste good, even if it was a pile of macaroni next to a lump of cheese. I might just have to eat it with a fork and knife.
After 10 minutes, the glob seemed a little less globby (or I guess, glooby, as I described it before), but the milk was making kind of a soupy puddle. Oh well, I like soup. I stirred, then put it back in for five minutes uncovered, in hopes some of the liquid would boil off or get absorbed. Not much did. Oh well.
Steven was home by this time, delighted by the smell of me cooking dinner for the first time in over a week. Um, the smell came more from dinner than from me. We ate it from bowls, because it was still pretty soupy. It was pretty tasty. I could feel my body melting in gratitude for the first carbohydrates in days. I wanted seconds but refrained. For one reason, I didn’t want to make myself sick. For another, I did lose five pounds since last Wednesday. I’d like to keep some of it off.