Remember when I posted that I got a new puppy? Oh yeah, September 10th, 2013…the last time I posted on here. Well she’s grown up a bit. She’s now a 50 lb, 1 year old monster. Ok, she’s actually not a monster at all. She’s the best dog. I trained her so well (*dirts off my shoulder*). She is good off-leash and she knows about seven commands (sit, stay, down, paw, high five, up, and speak). I think she also speaks English and understands emotions.
Similar to the 20 reasons why Pizza is Better than Sex, my love letter to mac and cheese is an open admittance that I am addicted and it feels oh so good.
This has been a long time coming. You should have expected this.
You know how beautiful you are in your cheesy, pasta-y glory. You don’t need very many ingredients, but when you do bring friends to the party it’s truly a wonderful event. Even at your worst (in a cardboard cup with Velveeta cheese) you are still quite delicious.
I’m not sure who thought pasta and cheese would be a good combo, but I applaud them. Just kidding, of course I know your birth father. He’s one of our founding fathers (and apparently my Founding Father soul mate, according to Buzzfeed). The glorious Thomas Jefferson. You have such a fantastic father, Mac. I wish I were around during your younger years because I would have been instrumental in your upbringing.
I want you to know that you have been there for me through a lot. During my childhood, your Spongebob Squarepants and Scooby Doo shaped pasta ruled my world. During high school I ate you during many a sports banquet and team sleepover. College involved a lot of your instant and boxed variety (except those special occasions I baked you under a layer of breadcrumbs). Now, well, I’m just maintaining our relationship. I hope you’re cool with that.
I love you. That is all.
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