During the lazy times, I admit to relying on mac-n-cheese as the sole component of dinner occasionally. However, I dress it up with tomatoes. Pour a third-to-half a can of diced tomatoes in a bowl, sprinkle with basil and nuke for a minute or so and put on top of your serving. Viola! Fake spaghetti!
You are in two camps when in comes to this: My camp, which is full of awesomeness and has Starbursts for dessert, or Lloyd’s camp, which is stupid and closed-minded. Lloyd would rather eat macaroni out of his shoe than put tomatoes on it.
Ironically, when I was in grade school, the one side dish that I remember was macaroni and tomatoes. I don’t think there was much, if any, cheese in there, but just the thought of eating it made me want to barrrrrrrrrrfff. What has changed? In my old age will I begin to crave other things I detested?