That was wild from start to finish
I totally want to write this into some romance story.
STORY TIME!
So back when the wifey and I were dating (back when we were in college, her in Minnesota and me in Iowa), she would come down to visit me. During one visit, I told her that I really wanted mac and cheese. She was like, “Sure, let’s go get some.” And since my place in college was basically an apartment, I had a kitchen and stuff, so I was really excited. It would be my first attempt at making mac and cheese, but I really wanted to try.
So we went to the grocery store and she grabbed a box of Kraft. I looked at her, confused. “What are you doing?” I asked.
She looked at me and said, “You want mac and cheese, right?”
“Well yeah but I meant real mac and cheese,” I said.
“What?”
That’s when I realized that she had no idea what I was talking about, that she hadn’t had the soul food goodness of mac and cheese. I mean I grew up in Chicago, I thought this was just common knowledge, but apparently it wasn’t. “Oh man,” I said, “Let me show you.”
And so I grabbed all the ingredients I needed, remembered all the times I saw my mom make it (it was what I’d ask her to make when I’d visit over the weekend)…
… and now, 13 years later, it’s still the wifey’s favorite thing I make
So our anniversary dinner consisted of ribeye steak, mac and cheese, and asparagus With Hawaiian rolls, of course, because you have to~
So we try to go out at some point during the con, you know, to reward ourselves for a job well done and to have fun with friends and stuff. Tonight we went to “Hell’s Kitchen” in Minneapolis, which was pretty tasty. But, as always, we ended up bring home leftovers.
My wifey and I have this thing we do where we draw on our boxes, but the boxes were black! So she took a fork and started scratching into it. This is what she ended up drawing.
Why hello thar Colossal Titan, please no eat the leftovers >.<
