Yesterday, Hunter and I went on a very ambitious journey to the grocery store. We did fairly well, considering our inability to act normal in public places. (Visualize: Hunter carrying two grocery baskets full of random stuff while I frolic down the soup aisle making up a song as I go).
Based on my spur-of-the-moment craving, we decided that we would make macaroni and cheese that night. We bought a family box of Kraft.
The family box stirred up a lot of conversation. We affirmed that we would make the coolest roommates ever.
By the time we made it home Hunter was too hungry to wait for the pot to boil so we decided to hold off. Tonight we made our gourmet dinner. Hunter protested violently when I suggested we follow the recipe on the box, which called for an entire stick of butter. I shut him up real fast with some sort of threat and we carried on.
Before I continue, let it be known, one of my greatest pet peeves is when I disagree with someone and they end up being right.
We feasted, it was deliciously comforting. Almost scintillating one might say. Anyhow we had a bunch left over. I got hungry for a little midnight snack and decided I would hit that shit up. So i microwaved it for like... 2.5 minutes? When it came out it looked a little suspicious. The second it hit my mouth I was amazed.
I managed to fry my macaroni and cheese in the microwave thanks to the copious butter reserves.
Don't try this at home. The cheese flavor was lost. It was a very unsatisfactory experience. The greasy fried noodles don't settle well. I, being the fat kid I am, ate the whole thing. Hunter didn't miss much.
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