I distinctly remember being ten years old and looking forward to Tuesday tennis lessons not for the tennis itself, but for the post-training visit to McDonalds. Needless to say, I was slightly, *ahem* heavy as a kid. Fast forward to now, and I find myself forgetting how exactly drive-through works as I head to Maccas for the first time in more than two years.
While their burgers just aren't as appealing to me as they used to, one bite of the piping hot fries reminded me why so many others in keep coming back. It reminded me of all the other guilty pleasures from childhood that I can't seem to quit, even after my tastes have changed.
Macaroni and cheese is probably on the top of that list. I know I shouldn't find bright orange cheese that comes from a can appealing, but I've just never thought of having mac and cheese any other way.
Until today, that is. As I walked through the supermarket aisle, looking for my pre-packaged mac and cheese, I was overcome by pangs of guilt. As someone who's attempting to blog about food, was there any way to justify this crime against all things culinary?
Racked by guilt, I pulled out my trusty iPhone and found Jamie Oliver's recipe. Using four different types of cheese, needless to say it's a slight upgrade (and slightly less orange) version of the type I'm used to. However, considering the amount of disgustingly rich cheese in this fancier one, and the number of artificial preservatives that I presume are in the ones I normally buy, I'm still unsure of which one is probably better for me in the long run.
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