There’s a well-known chain of restaurants that serves Kraft Macaroni & Cheese on their kids menu. The staff allows me to order it, even though they aren’t supposed to, along with an entree from the adult menu. They’re just cool that way.
It’s the original version; the kind that comes with the little foil pouch of processed cheese powder in the box. The macaroni is a thin straight tube.
It was one of the first things I learned to cook as a child. I like to toss the cooked pasta in melted butter, coat it thoroughly with the powdered cheese, and then add warmed milk till it’s just right. This method when done correctly produces a lump free sauce.
I haven’t made a pot on my own since my grandmother passed away in 2003.
My unmarried uncle Peter lived with her. The man lived to grocery shop. An extra bedroom served as their pantry. Grandma always made sure there was sliced turkey for a sandwich in the fridge, and boxes of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese in the bedroom I mean pantry.
Whenever I went to visit she would say, “Frannie there’s something in the ice box for a sandwich, and Petie bought your macaroni.” Then she would shake the box to add a little sound effect to the sell.
We would have tea, in golden cups that were way older than me, and a sandwich while the macaroni cooked.