Image via WikipediaMy mother was a good cook but she had so little money there were many times when she cut corners in the kitchen and unfortunately the results were often not very palatable. I have to say that because of this I never scrimp on food, buying the best ingredients I can find for my cooking.
I was a fussy eater when I was a child too so that didn't help. We were of the generation where you ate what was put on your plate and you would sit there until you were finished. I remember the hot tears running down my face as I gagged trying to eat something that turned my stomach. Macaroni was one of those things.
Well I was nothing if not resourceful. We had a big old table like this one. It was a pinkish red too and best of all the underside had wooden braces running across the table and they were about 5 inches wide.
Turns out this is the perfect place to slip that tough hunk of meat your are trying to chew or those disgusting macaroni noodles. No one will ever find them there.
That is unless you mother decides she will sell that table one day and she will turn it over to show the prospective buyer how sturdy it is.
The clatter of dried up macaroni and other unidentifiable pieces of food made quite a sound when they hit the floor. My mother was so embarrassed.
You know I don't know if the table was sold but I never really got in trouble over it...that I remember...Maybe I am just blocking it out.
So I for one will not be making any of the Mac and Cheese recipes from Joycee's post but if you are a bit more well adjusted head on over there and get your Mac on.
Me? Don't worry, I will be cowering in the closet until I get the macaroni thoughts out of my head.