We weren't a mac 'n' cheese family. Fish sticks, yes, circa 1980 (and how much food natural/unprocessed 'round then? Any? I'm sure I ate some salads back then, but I don't remember them), but even me and my also-finicky eater of a brother didn't eat it. Because Mom didn't get it. Our main pasta was spaghetti. It was good. Mac 'n' cheese was in our consciousness, I heard of kids eating it all the time, but that talk never led to me thinking Man, mac 'n' cheese sounds good, let alone asking for it. The name "Easy Mac" does not make my eyes roll back with remembered pleasure. I wonder if I missed some chunk of childhood by not having it.
But this decade of my life? Some mac 'n' cheese has entered my system. Like tonight. I needed groceries post-road trip and it was simplest to get something pre-prepared at Fred Meyer where I was shopping, and a big-ass container of Freddy's-prepared mac 'n' cheese was half-off. The power of REDUCED PRICE compelled me. I am now digesting said ma 'n' cheese. Plus some Quaker Oatmeal Squares because otherwise I'd probably not be getting enough fiber.
Now I'm wishing mac 'n' cheese occurred in the wild. Because I'm random like that. Bubbling pits of cheese, like bright-yellow La Brea, which dinosaurs (which, conveniently, taste like chicken) fall into, and then the whole mess is preserved to our time. Which, uh oh, would mean mac 'n' cheese ain't a renewable resource. Maybe THAT'S why I wasn't eating it!
I have enjoyed this little chat.