Cheesy, bacon-y, yum. Ladies ‘n gents . . . white cheddar mac ‘n cheese with bacon!
When did we become grown-ups???
My favorite meme floating around is about that horrifying moment when you look around for an adult and realize you are an adult. So you look for an older adult–an adultier adult. Someone better at adulting than you.
David and I are probably particularly bad at adulting just because we are such children at heart. Cartoons on Saturday mornings and hot chocolate loaded with marshmallows. (okay mine is loaded–david wants seven. yes, seven.) Juice over wine, soda and tea over coffee. Nickelcade and mini golf date nights, and believing in the magical powers of mac ‘n cheese. Sick? Mac ‘n cheese. Tired? Mac ‘n cheese. Melancholy? Mac ‘n cheese. Homesick? Mac ‘n cheese.
This past Christmas was David’s and my first Christmas without our parents – just us and fuzzybritches on the floor around the Christmas tree. It was bittersweet – a roller coaster between wonderfulness and missing home. Early on Christmas Eve, we couldn’t help our thoughts drifting to Socorro, where we knew family was singing carols by candlelight at the church. Later on Christmas Eve, we snuggled into the couch with the puppy and just sat in the dark with nothing on except the tree lights and Christmas music. I thought my heart would burst from being so full and happy. I fought to stay awake just so I could have another and another and another moment of that contented peace. Christmas morning was back to thoughts of Sandy, wishing we could be there eating quiche and cinnamon pull-a-part and watching everyone open their gifts.
So we ate mac ‘n cheese. Not exactly the traditional Christmas day lunch, but again–children. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And all was good. Or . . . at least . . . cheesy. And bacon-y.
So… for the kids or the kids-at-heart… white cheddar mac ‘n cheese with bacon! Where is it taking you back to?