So, I've been a bit of a slug lately as far as the kitchen activity goes. My motivations have skipped between the painfully lazy to the barely edible. I won't pretend I've made anything of consequence, or try and sell you on some experimental recipe that is better left to line a litter box.
However, when last we chatted, I was in the middle of trying to reconcile my attitude towards birthdays. My own, specifically.
This year I took matters into my own hands and put the invite out to a few friends to come over, eat, drink, be merry, etc. I foolishly said "It's caaaaasuaaaaaalll. Great if you can make it, no woooorrriiiiies if you can't..."
I now know those words are stupidity incarnate. Not because I blame any friends who weren't able to join (they were only following instructions, after all), but because I'm a complete over-preparing psychopath, who, without any set numbers, prepared enough food as if EVERYONE were attending.
Wrong.
Yes, I ended up with a Pharaoh's tomb worth of leftover food in the aftermath. What does one do when one has buckets of chorizo and enough cheese to constipate a polar bear? Mac and cheese, of course.
Once again, I direct you to Fine Cooking for their classic/basic recipe. There's so much room for add-ins and substitutions that it's the ideal way to clean out your fridge when one finds oneself with a small Parisian marketplace worth of cheese and meat on hand.
Oh, and the breadcrumb crust? Not optional. So good!
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