At home, I almost always make macaroni and cheese from scratch — or I did until a few years ago. Somehow, it fell out of the rotation and on the rare occasion macaroni and cheese did appear in our house, I resorted to a box.
I’m not very fond of the box, but sometimes it hits the spot.
After that long not making my own, the muscle memory that made me able to whip up homemade macaroni and cheese almost on autopilot faded. I started to forget why it mattered to me in the first place. It wasn’t a priority anymore. I couldn’t even tell you why that happened — I just wasn’t making it and was taking the easiest route on the rare occasion I did.
It’s weird how that sometimes happens: something that mattered so much — like cooking from scratch being a priority for me — falls by the wayside and we start to forget why we did it in the first place. Click here to continue reading.
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