My husband and I had an honest-to-God fight about macaroni and cheese recently. Well, it was more like a heated debate but it was proof to me that we’ve been married for so long, we’ve officially run out of things to fight about.
See, I made this incredible Barefoot Contessa Grown-Up Mac and Cheese for our anniversary recently and loved it so much I ASSUMED we’d make it for Thanksgiving. My husband nixed the idea though, saying it wasn’t “traditional” enough. I said that tradition doesn’t matter when something is this delicious. He disagreed and then I might have accused him of no longer loving me. My point is that the discussion degenerated into something completely different but it doesn’t matter because I’m not making macaroni and cheese for Thanksgiving.
I griped about this to my hairdresser Kyle, who stared at me in shock and said, “We make that EVERY YEAR for Thanksgiving! Everyone asks for it! It’s the first thing we run out of. Not TRADITIONAL enough, my sweet, fantastically toned ass!”
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