Mac and Cheese

Richard's had a hankering for macaroni and cheese lately. Don't ask me why. I've never made it and according to him his mother never did either. A commercial must have caught his eye and he thought he wanted to try it.

"Guess what?" Richard sounded as excited as a schoolboy on his return from the grocery store.

"What?" I wanted to know.

"Macaroni and cheese was on sale. Two for one." He handed me two blue pouches of Kraft macaroni and cheese. "Can we have it tonight?"

When it was time to make dinner, I opened one of the pouches and began to prepare it. Four cheese flavor. I boiled the noodles and melted the butter with milk. I mixed it all together and it looked pretty good. I made chicken breasts to go along with it just in case.

Richard took a bite and then another. "What was I thinking?"

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Macaroni and cheese is horrible. It's prison food."

"You've never been in prison. How would you know?" I was enjoying my dinner until now.

"I watched 'Lock Up' and saw a big glob of it on a metal tray." He pushed what was left on his plate to the side. "I'm not eating any of the leftovers either."

"OK. I'll have what's left for lunch tomorrow." I smacked my lips.

"Why do you like it so much?" he asked.

"In college we used to make mac and cheese after a night out drinking. Great hangover food."

Richard watched me lick my plate clean and then finish his. I said to myself 'thank God I don't drink anymore'. If I did I'd be at the grocery store stocking up on two for one.

"No more watching 'Lock Up' for you or next thing you know, we'll be eating off metal trays and making license plates." I added.

Boy, that mac and cheese was good.